J.B. LeBuert Poems
|201.||(12) The Gold Rush Is On||2/13/2012|
|202.||(07) The Pack Of Four Is No More||2/6/2012|
|203.||(19) The Creator||2/21/2012|
|204.||(02) Shewolf Is Back||2/2/2012|
|205.||(01) Serious Stuff||2/2/2012|
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(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 ...
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.