J.B. LeBuert

Rookie - 20 Points (Kenmore, New York)

J.B. LeBuert Poems

41. Barfly 3/1/2012
42. The Source 3/1/2012
43. The Japanese Maples 3/1/2012
44. The Fog 2/28/2012
45. Vanished 2/28/2012
46. Honor 3/1/2012
47. Fame 3/1/2012
48. Insurance 3/1/2012
49. Nine Eleven 3/1/2012
50. Oh Poor Me 3/1/2012
51. You Will Never Know 3/1/2012
52. Night Or Day 3/1/2012
53. Winter Texans 3/1/2012
54. Who Is The Enemy 3/1/2012
55. The Price Of Oil 3/1/2012
56. Tsunami 3/1/2012
57. Love Is Blind 3/4/2012
58. Where I'D Be Without You 3/4/2012
59. I See Your Face 3/5/2012
60. I Don'T Love You 3/5/2012
61. Rush's Apology 3/5/2012
62. God's Children 3/5/2012
63. Time's Swift Current 3/5/2012
64. Love Is All Around 3/5/2012
65. My Prayer Sestina 3/2/2012
66. I Would Do Anything 3/4/2012
67. I Gave It My All 3/4/2012
68. South Padre Island Man Cave 3/5/2012
69. Yesterdaze 3/5/2012
70. The Fabric Of Space 3/10/2012
71. Dreams 3/10/2012
72. Life's Meaning 3/10/2012
73. The Abyss 3/11/2012
74. Divisive 3/11/2012
75. Come Share My Life 3/11/2012
76. Castaways 3/11/2012
77. Chess 3/11/2012
78. The Spi Bike Tour 3/1/2012
79. Christchurch 3/19/2012
80. Death Poem Ii 3/19/2012

Comments about J.B. LeBuert

  • Adeline Foster Adeline Foster (4/17/2014 3:39:00 PM)

    Thank you for all the glowing comments, could give me a size larger hat. Have you read my - An Acutely Obtuse Pythagorean Lyric - I didn't only teach poetry but am now retired. I know, you guessed.
    Adeline

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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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My Son's Funeral

You picketed at my son’s funeral today.
My wife had to restrain me, and hold me at bay.
Sure, you got your much wanted publicity.
It came with my disgust, of your duplicity.

You must know that you haven’t a clue,
What the Lord desires, or will do,
When She judges you, on that fateful day.
You may start crying, and begin to pray.

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