J.B. LeBuert

Rookie - 20 Points (Kenmore, New York)

J.B. LeBuert Poems

161. The Japanese Magnolia 3/19/2012
162. Oprah 3/19/2012
163. Eyes Wide Open 3/26/2012
164. Idiots 2/22/2012
165. War 2/22/2012
166. Numbers Sestina 2/17/2012
167. If God Were A Cat 2/13/2012
168. If God Were A Dog 2/13/2012
169. Satan's Waitin' 3/19/2012
170. Technology 3/1/2012
171. Azaleas In Spring 3/19/2012
172. If I Could Go Back In Time 3/1/2012
173. Zumba Class 3/26/2012
174. The Choices We Make 3/1/2012
175. Forsythia 3/1/2012
176. Cabin In The Woods 3/19/2012
177. I'Ll Never Tell 1/19/2014
178. Bowling Sestina 2/16/2012
179. Tears 2/6/2012
180. Aftermath 3/11/2012
181. A Small Fish 3/21/2012
182. (09) Home Sweet Home 2/8/2012
183. (10) It's A Dangerous World 2/13/2012
184. Death Poem 2/2/2012
185. Agreeing With You 2/22/2012
186. (08) The Three Must Go On 2/7/2012
187. (05) The Pack Comes Alive 2/2/2012
188. (16) It Was Mating Season 2/13/2012
189. (17) The Very Long Winter 2/13/2012
190. A Mothers Love 2/24/2012
191. (20) The Final Verses 2/22/2012
192. Afghanistan 2/27/2012
193. (18) The Return South 2/20/2012
194. (13) They Had To Retreat 2/13/2012
195. (14) The Feisty Artist 2/13/2012
196. (11) Time To Fight Back 2/13/2012
197. (04) The Search Begins 2/2/2012
198. (15) Peace Never Lasts 2/13/2012
199. (03) The Shewolf Pups 2/2/2012
200. (06) Together Again 2/4/2012
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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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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