J.B. LeBuert Poems
|2.||My Son's Funeral||2/6/2012|
|4.||Kevin's Kit And Kaboodle||2/13/2012|
|5.||Welcome To My Garden||2/13/2012|
|6.||Love Sonnet (1)||2/16/2012|
|7.||Love Sonnet (2)||2/16/2012|
|8.||Love Sonnet (3)||2/16/2012|
|9.||My Sonnet Aubade||2/16/2012|
|17.||My Gardens Are Gone||2/20/2012|
|26.||If You Got The Will||2/23/2012|
|27.||You Used To Be Lazy||2/23/2012|
|29.||Your Cowboy Hat||2/23/2012|
|30.||Your Fat Wallet||2/23/2012|
|36.||The Shame Of It All||2/24/2012|
|39.||'We The People'||2/27/2012|
|40.||The Politicians Fate||3/1/2012|
Comments about J.B. LeBuert
(01) Serious Stuff
Dawn had approached and it slinked and slithered about.
It smelled the strong odors with its pointed short snout.
It knew how to hunt, creeping down and staying low,
The saliva began to secrete and to flow.
Her eyes were flickering, and skin pulsing with sweat,
Nothing would survive, anything that she now met.
It crouched down on the tree bough, just ready to pounce,
As big as an elephant, or light as an ounce.
Her teeth were shining brightly in the low moonlight,
It moved with grace and ease, never felt any fright.
Hair bristling with the sheer ...
Today she came at the break of Dawn,
Unlike other days when she came at Dusk.
Little did they realize what this drastic change meant?
So early in the morn - that She was sent.
The windows, still open from the night before,
Were visual signs the inhabitants of this strange land
Enjoyed the fragrant night breezes.