Truman Poems - Poems about Truman

Let me tell you a story: I met a man at the corner store, he told me “that’s how the cookie crumbles” As he stumbles out the in door, with a whore, shoes untied So, I gave him a thumbs up like; “say no more” This life, I swear it’s a joke don’t make sense, Now homie is right next...

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I wept, and I sighed...the day that he died We were the "Bestest" friends all of his life Our friendship was pure, that can't be denied Even though, he slept next to my ex-wife He never, ever...caused me any strife We would take long walks, spend hours in the park As we ran side-by-side, till...

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HARRY S TRUMAN HAIKU IT AIN'T OVER TIL THE FAT MAN SINGS On an August day Little Boy came out to play blew a town away. One more August day Fat Man dropped in for a date changed the hands of fate. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet...

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Near an Arkansas town lives a man, Truman Brown in the steep Ozark hills we call home. Lack of yield from the earth takes its toll on his psyche and he dreams of the freedom to roam. His kids work by his side with their mom, a sweet soul. None suspect devil traits from his bent. Though his anger inside swells...

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HARRY S TRUMAN HAIKU (IT AIN'T OVER TIL THE FAT MAN SINGS) On an August day Little Boy came out to play blew a town away. One more August day Fat Man dropped in for a date changed the hands of fate. ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet...

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Husband Harry was well known for using earthy language now and then. He used a not so nice word other than "crap" over and over again! Bess heard that term so often that it became hard for her to endure. Said she, "I'm trying to get him to clean up his act...

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When Harry read his copy of The Washington Post he began to fume! A lousy review of daughter Margaret's vocal talent was written by a Mr. Hume. In a torrid letter Harry told Hume where he could go, Adding he'd need a lot of steak for black eyes and perhaps a supporter...

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Beauty tells the story Of days we were younger Come join the famine Lose someone Beneath the sands At the Tip of your toes A touch of the gods Join the war And lose someone Bridges They mend The things that god Cannot touch Rivers They separate The stenches That man cannot rid of Join the war Lose someone Among the worst mercenary’s Those of us Who were careless of wanted whispers Join the...

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Aboard Harry S Truman, CVN 75 Monumental battle ship, Within her hull, she seemed alive Floating city, hauling a deadly airstrip Creating peace, in the middle East, with the fatal Tomcat Crew headed for a six month defensive trip American flag flown, in every sea, ready for combat Internal soul is her combined crew Carrying out orders, no rest-weary, ready for attack Prowlers,...

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the web reaches out the faint,hold heart and real'ize the party over...

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You must not have believed in the death of poets. A harpsichord wind plays the bare, coral trees in an ashen sky. Songs sing like passive seas honed red with remembering. You are ancient Aztec, edged flint-- yet you burn in us as we slide down your back, wooden curls rising, jigging on knuckles. All things must fit, Harry. Bridges wane, catching your slide to darkness, your rediscovery-- face burned...

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