J.B. LeBuert

Rookie - 20 Points (Kenmore, New York)

J.B. LeBuert Poems

1. Machiavellian Schemers 2/6/2012
2. My Son's Funeral 2/6/2012
3. The Saint 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
10. The Journey 2/14/2012
11. Comfort 2/18/2012
12. Memories 2/18/2012
13. Flowers 2/18/2012
14. Cherished 2/18/2012
15. Thanksgiving 2/19/2012
16. Free Will 2/19/2012
17. My Gardens Are Gone 2/20/2012
18. Your Touch 2/17/2012
19. The Foundation 2/17/2012
20. The Vessel 2/18/2012
21. Hurricane 2/21/2012
22. Hurting You 2/22/2012
23. Money 2/22/2012
24. The Light 2/22/2012
25. Indecisive 2/23/2012
26. If You Got The Will 2/23/2012
27. You Used To Be Lazy 2/23/2012
28. Your Poneytail 2/23/2012
29. Your Cowboy Hat 2/23/2012
30. Your Fat Wallet 2/23/2012
31. The Grackle 2/23/2012
32. Japanese Maples 2/23/2012
33. Your Poetry 2/24/2012
34. The Wind 2/24/2012
35. Blustery Days 2/24/2012
36. The Shame Of It All 2/24/2012
37. Shewolf 2/22/2012
38. Faith 2/22/2012
39. 'We The People' 2/27/2012
40. The Politicians Fate 3/1/2012
Best Poem of 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 ...

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Death Poem

I.
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.

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