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Progressive historians are thoseWho forget what they chooseAnd remember to embellishWhat they wish.They say, 'justice is blind'But this is just..

A lemon's sour,Not bitter as you exclaimSo the fruit makes you puckerAnd for that there is no shame.When it get a little well chosen aidFrom sugar..

For some its rap with its cadenceOthers prefer a slow waltz in a flowing senseBut words in joy regardless of the deliveryAre meant to tease and..

He stood before usIdyly kicking the sandspurs from his footArms and legs covered with dustRiinglets circled his neck.Toenails embedded with a layer..

Brunel, an ass of note, had a dreamIn which he was on a plainBetween the mountains and the seaWhere all lived in great prosperity.The Beginning –But..

Some find things before they are lostRegardless of the owner's costHaving gained what others have paid forThe value is not worth a penny more.For as..

Pause for a moment and reflectWhen was there something more perfect?This ham moist, but oh so dryAs the perfectionist would decry.Cry out how good it..

Burns was once challenged to writeA poem on a new object or siteSo he began to describe what he in his mind sawA calf, that grew as he on paper did..

Some years agoWhen one's anxiety was aglowWould light up a smoke and take puffThen slowly exhaling, was enoughTo release the tensions withinAnd go on..

When riding a tiger in the huntYou learn to dismountVery carefully so thatYou don't become the tiger's lunch.Such it is with Wall Street todayAs they..

Like the tree that fallsAnd no one hears the resounding echos,Did it actually fallAnd was there no sound at all?Such it is when TAB writesA poem that..

Four plus one does not equal fiveOf Presidents alive.This isn't a math quiz but a reality checkOf Ray Lucero who counted four white and one blackAnd..

Old age is a stage in our lives,and like all other stagesit has a face of its own,its own atmosphere and temperature,its own joys and miseries.We old..

Once again I stop to thinkIs there a reason for all this stink,And then remember it's the dishes in the sinkThat were left when I went to take a..

Peanuts in their shells, asleepFor the next harvest so to keepAnd in the fall after the tendingBountiful harvest is intended.So it is that memories..

One need only to experience the eventThat is by Nature, the lingering scentComing to those near and farThat think only of the tar.The tar that so..

T’is sad, t’is true,There is really nothing new.For in Hudibras of oldThe use of a bull’s pizzle is told*.Taken by the lady of the hourGives her..

In days of yore(Actually two years shy of three score)Was a family by name of Gore.Being good citizens of TennesseeThey practiced a 'method' of..

A fugitive poem is like being rescuedBy a fireman from a houseWhen there is no fireAnd when there is no house.Or, being saved when tiedTo the..

Critics of other's poetry need be remindedThat it is not a new sport intended,But one practiced years beforeWhen the other's ox, they intend to..

Seasons of the yearMake one’s memory clearOf events favorable in the pastWhile sorrow’s are but trying ghost.Welcome the coming seasonWith “come what..

The senses awaken,Six in all to be taken.In the first burst of lightOn the screen; dim then brightA pattern, at first lost in the mazeEscapes as from..

How I wish others would not say;And misuse the word, gayFor in other times and placesGay had the meaning of happiness.Now for some reason unknownIt's..

Pompous AssGiving directionsWithout moral compass.

Sing out loud and longFor the praise is put where it does belongOn a subject that I professIs one about which I know less.But if you believe as you..