Leeanndra O'Lear

Within
the solid steel -
a giant, thumping heart.
This sturdy Brooklyn overpass
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Let us picnic together in Strawberry Fields
my delightful, melodious girl;
let us sit in the shade
sipping pink lemonade
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Hard work
pays off at noon;
her silky net ensnares
two twitching flies with zesty vibes.
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George Bush is not a cowboy, no sirree,
he's never owned a horse or roped a steer;
I hear his Northern schooling came for free;
his down home twang’s a counterfeit. It’s clear
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Come, gentle creatures, assemble as one -
Loosen your leashes and joyfully run
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He watches his great grandson sleep. A gleam
of tenderness bestirs his blue-grey eyes;
a guardian, his spectral self esteem
is strengthened by enduring family ties.
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Straight, no chaser - ah, the might
of bourbon's paralyzing bite;
my days of keeping up with you
are long-gone-no-hangovers-through.
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Though shooting stars commemorate the birth
of deities, no stellar signs appear
to eulogize the dime-a-dozen worth
of disenchanted everymen, I fear.
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Tom Tarantula was lonely
in the desert, since the only
things he saw were dust and passin' brittle weeds,
so he left to do some dancin'
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They met online, he claimed to be a prince -
a never-married-freeweight-lifting prize.
Yet when they met she couldn’t help but wince;
his emails were a schmoozy pack of lies.
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