J.B. LeBuert Poems
|41.||When The Lord Talks To You||3/1/2012|
|44.||The Japanese Maples||3/1/2012|
|51.||Oh Poor Me||3/1/2012|
|52.||You Will Never Know||3/1/2012|
|53.||Night Or Day||3/1/2012|
|55.||Who Is The Enemy||3/1/2012|
|56.||The Price Of Oil||3/1/2012|
|58.||Love Is Blind||3/4/2012|
|59.||Where I'D Be Without You||3/4/2012|
|60.||I See Your Face||3/5/2012|
|61.||I Don'T Love You||3/5/2012|
|64.||Time's Swift Current||3/5/2012|
|65.||Love Is All Around||3/5/2012|
|66.||My Prayer Sestina||3/2/2012|
|67.||I Would Do Anything||3/4/2012|
|68.||I Gave It My All||3/4/2012|
|69.||South Padre Island Man Cave||3/5/2012|
|71.||The Fabric Of Space||3/10/2012|
|76.||Come Share My Life||3/11/2012|
|79.||The Spi Bike Tour||3/1/2012|
(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 ...
A tear, two tears, a timeless flood
A drip, two drips, a bucket of blood
Pain excruciating and everlasting
Void of joy and full of crud
A tear, two tears, more than you can count
A drip, a drop, a force you can’t mount
Brain numbing and mind boggling
More than you’ll ever recount