J.B. LeBuert Poems
|121.||Political Trash Limerick||3/26/2012|
|124.||The End Of Days||3/26/2012|
|136.||The Crabapple Trees||3/19/2012|
|137.||The Garden's Soil||3/19/2012|
|139.||The Day The Rains Came||3/1/2012|
|140.||Another Mountain To Climb||3/19/2012|
|141.||I Am What I Am||3/4/2012|
|142.||I Once Read A Book||3/5/2012|
|143.||You Got To Move On||3/1/2012|
|145.||On The Precipice||2/29/2012|
|146.||Your Work Ethic||2/22/2012|
|149.||The Viet Nam War||2/13/2012|
|150.||Does Your Conscience Bother You||2/14/2012|
|151.||Red Beans And Rice||2/22/2012|
|152.||South Padre Island||3/1/2012|
|154.||The Crepe Myrtle Trees||3/19/2012|
|155.||The Wild Plum Trees||3/1/2012|
|156.||Sunsets Are The Best||3/19/2012|
|157.||Love Not Hate Sestina||2/18/2012|
|158.||Your Clear Conscience||2/22/2012|
|160.||Down On The Bayou||3/27/2012|
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 ...
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