#yard
One more ***** thought, you’re still in my mind
What if I rolled you over and took you from behind
Dogs do it, they know how to get it done
I’m no different, except you’re the only one
You’re my pooch, I can smell your ****
Down in the front yard, I’ll get a hot nut
5/28/26
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 9:09 AM UTC
By the fence line,
where thistle gives up and grass returns.
Her horns had learned the shape of my hands.
She knew buckets, knew names,
knew when evening meant grain.
Years ago the mare
went down slower.
A long breath.
Steam rose like the field exhaling.
All that weight, all that patience,
returned to dirt without argument.
My Baxter-dog was hardest.
He followed me room to room
even after he could barely stand.
I kept talking so he wouldn’t think
the world had gone silent first.
Now mornings open clean.
No hooves, no bleat, no nails on wood.
Just wind touching what remains.
I still step careful through the yard,
as if they’re sleeping everywhere.
Nothing waits for me.
Everything does.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 2:51 PM UTC
Those
Glances between speeches
Blue
is my heart and in your
Eyes
Pained is the soul
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 7:00 PM UTC
Hunter was happy
The rain was now done
He could go out in the yard
And have some real fun
Staying inside
when there was so much to do
He had to go hunting
For his alphabet zoo
Hunter like letters
And numbers and things
He also likes dreaming
and the joy that it brings
He pulled out his toy box
And he dragged it outside
I'm going to go hunting
He put his hat on with pride
An old hunting helmet
And one wellington boot
A runner, his jacket
And a toy gun to shoot
I'm off to go hunting
I'll will fill a whole zoo
Just call me for dinner
And with that...he was through
A boy's mind is special
They can imagine the world
Is a magical jungle
That to them is unfurled
A zoo from a toy box
All in order....you'll see
He would fill up his zoo
From A back to Z
First came an aardvark
Then a ****** all stuffed
Then a cheetah, a donkey
All cuddly and puffed
E made him think
Yep...an earwig or two
It fit with the letters
And it would go in his zoo
F was a frog,
Made of rubber and green
G ...a gorilla
With a smile, not mean
H was a horse
with a cowboy as well
The zoo, it was growing
And to him, that was swell
I....had him thinking
It's my zoo after all
So, if I can't get a letter
It won't matter at all
J was a jacks game
Not an animal too
But, the jacks looked like spiders
And this was Hunters zoo
K...that was easy
A Kangaroo with a pouch
L was a llama
With three legs and a slouch
M was a monkey
A whole barrel he had
He played with these some
He wasn't doing half bad
In all of an hour
He had collected a herd
Of stuffed toys, ***** and jacks
And he still had no bird
N was a nerf ball
Or a dinosaur egg
It could be what he wanted
He'd now found that fourth leg
The llama assembled
O was easy for him
An octopus floaty
That taught him to swim
P was a parrot
With feathers all red
Q...that's a tough one
He thought to himself in his head
R was a rhino
With no horn, it was broke
S was a snake
His dad bought as a joke
T was a tough one
A terra-dac-til said he
Not knowing the spelling
And that it started with P
U ...under water
so he found a stuffed fish
This was not all that easy
V...well tosh tish
I'll catch two of another
If I can't think of one
Hunting out in the yard
Is really quite fun
W...a walrus
with a moustache and tusks
Like the gorilla before
made of coconut husks
X...was a tough one
Another dinosaur came
Made from his xylophone
And this dino was tame
Y was a yak
He didn't know what it was
But, he just liked the name
So, a yak ....just because
Z was a zebra
blue and black with no white
He'd colored it in with a marker
When he got bored one night
He'd been out for a while
When he heard his mum yell
Time to come in
Bring your toy box as well
All through his dinner
He told of what he had caught
Of the alphabetic adventures
And the creatures he'd got
He watched tv for a while
Then it was bath time and bed
Where Hunter the hunter
Now had a full head
Now, he was dreaming
Of all he must do
This was Hunter the hunter
And his alphabet zoo
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 6:30 PM UTC
I have a small patch of land
with some grass, a little pond,
flower beds full of plants
the world chose
in the key of chaos
I can sit in it
while madness swirls
and clamps down
and can find
a jot of peace
But I know others can’t,
so I will hold my knee from jerking
while we all figure out
a better way to be
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
A True Story
by Michael R. Burch
for Jeremy Michael Burch
Jeremy hit the ball today
when he and I went out to play.
He hit it, oh, so far away,
a neighbor had to throw it back!
Jeremy hit the ball so hard
it flew into the neighbor’s yard
and caught the other kids off-guard;
they thought it was an air attack!
Jeremy hit the ball again,
above the sun, beyond the wind;
as we watched it soar and slowly spin ...
we gave high-fives for his awesome smack!
Keywords/Tags: baseball, hitting, backyard, child, children, childhood, kids, fence, neighbor, yard, play, air, home run, homer, high-fives
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 3:20 AM UTC
MA POTATO BRINGS ALL DA BOYS TO DA YARD
AND THEY'RE LIKE
"ITS BETTER THEN YOURS"
DANG RIGHT, ITS BETTER THEN YOURS
I CAN MASH IT, BUT I GOTTA CHARGE
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 10:59 AM UTC
How do you tell if she’s a lady,
When she’s turning eighty five?
She doesn’t wear much jewelry
No furs or fancy styles.
She doesn’t play croquet,
But likes to root instead through dirt.
Her uniform’s a crumpled hat,
Old shoes and a muddy shirt.
You can find her on any sunny day,
Outside in all weather,
Stacking stone and hauling hay.
Collecting white stones & robin feathers.
But don’t dare swear or she’ll object!
Don’t watch **** TV or
She’ll tell you what to do instead:
“Rake some leaves or sweep this floor!”
She might strike you as old Rose Sayer,
Prim, proper and cold.
And to God each night she’ll say a prayer,
“Jesus please, don’t let me get old!”
Dedicated to Mom, Who Believes in Living Forever
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
wind kidnapped the clouds,
stars out on sky yard to play;
it rains silver light!
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
elms in the front yard
have started to exhibit
autumn's amber hues
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC
In my back yard are growing things
and tubs of this and that.
I lean out of the window
and watch the sun go down
on my back yard.
The bats come flying from the pines.
In circles, round and round,
they skirt the trees
and make their squeaky sound,
the bats in my back yard.
Just listen to that last, sweet chirp
of blackbirds fluting song,
as sleepy birds now roost
in my backyard.
I listen for a long, long time
And watch the sun go down,
peaceful and tranquil
in my back yard.
Loretta Proctor
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
a peace on summer breeze
let sunshine on the trees
and psychedelic days ablaze
with vivid colors in this haze
sky at dusk would lie in wait
and serene was the moon
nearing fate that water was sedate
and the pool flattered me
smiles were frozen upon themselves
with clover and chairs
clustered this grille; with shish kabob
and flavor that savored the heat
where fire instilled tonight
fore the air was succumb
to this lazy hour of credit
in this town as love beamed
straight to the heart
where tears were heartfelt
and roses where red vinyl was hot
and spun well with the next track
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC
It's happened on your last watch.
In a lonesome salvage yard,
she - who was raised by machines - like
an electric shadow on a hopeless, desolate street in Berlin,
was risen by
the taste of your swallowed tears as bitter as gall,
the music of your careless heartbeats singing
its own song of rust,
exhaling radiowaves for picture and thus
bring you into life again
by reshaping the man - from the sounds of wind chimes
and piano accords - who you were
more than half a life ago.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
Hunter was happy
The rain was now done
He could go out in the yard
And have some real fun
Staying inside
when there was so much to do
He had to go hunting
For his movable zoo
Hunter like letters
And numbers and things
He also likes dreaming
and the joy that it brings
He pulled out his toy box
And he dragged it outside
I'm going to go hunting
He put his hat on with pride
An old hunting helmet
And one wellington boot
A runner, his jacket
And a toy gun to shoot
I'm off to go hunting
I'll will fill a whole zoo
Just call me for dinner
And with that...he was through
A boy's mind is special
They can imagine the world
Is a magical jungle
That to them is unfurled
A zoo from a toy box
All in order....you'll see
He would fill up his zoo
From A back to Z
First came an aardvark
Then a ****** all stuffed
Then a cheetah, a donkey
All cuddly and puffed
E made him think
Yep...an earwig or two
It fit with the letters
And it would go in his zoo
F was a frog,
Made of rubber and green
G ...a gorilla
With a smile, not mean
H was a horse
with a cowboy as well
The zoo, it was growing
And to him, that was swell
I....had him thinking
It's my zoo after all
So, if I can't get a letter
It won't matter at all
J was a jacks game
Not an animal too
But, the jacks looked like spiders
And this was Hunters zoo
K...that was easy
A Kangaroo with a pouch
L was a llama
With three legs and a slouch
M was a monkey
A whole barrel he had
He played with these some
He wasn't doing half bad
In all of an hour
He had collected a herd
Of stuffed toys, ***** and jacks
And he still had no bird
N was a nerf ball
Or a dinosaur egg
It could be what he wanted
He'd now found that fourth leg
The llama assembled
O was easy for him
An octopus floaty
That taught him to swim
P was a parrot
With feathers all red
Q...that's a tough one
He thought to himself in his head
R was a rhino
With no horn, it was broke
S was a snake
His dad bought as a joke
T was a tough one
A terra-dac-til said he
Not knowing the spelling
And that it started with P
U ...under water
so he found a stuffed fish
This was not all that easy
V...well tosh tish
I'll catch two of another
If I can't think of one
Hunting out in the yard
Is really quite fun
W...a walrus
with a moustache and tusks
Like the gorilla before
made of coconut husks
X...was a tough one
Another dinosaur came
Made from his xylophone
And this dino was tame
Y was a yak
He didn't know what it was
But, he just liked the name
So, a yak ....just because
Z was a zebra
blue and black with no white
He'd colored it in with a marker
When he got bored one night
He'd been out for a while
When he heard his mum yell
Time to come in
Bring your toy box as well
All through his dinner
He told of what he had caught
Of the alphabetic adventures
And the creatures he'd got
He watched tv for a while
Then it was bath time and bed
Where Hunter the hunter
Now had a full head
Now, he was dreaming
Of all he must do
This was Hunter the hunter
And his movable zoo
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC
I will, someday, be the first in line to the opening of your estate sale.
I will buy all of your furniture to keep this part of you alive.
We keep remnants and pieces, as we scatter memories like your charred remains across a place you once knew.
I want to love the carousel figurine
you forgot you once owned and sing the sweet melodies of the music box you once fell asleep too each night.
For the depth of something once loved and now lost, is impenetrable to pain.
As all things are made, and all things are to be loved and lost or forgotten.
I want to love all the things once loved by others.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
The yard is green
Lush
Wooden bench
Begins to chip
Soon it’s gone
The pumping well
Goes from green to red
And back to green
Now it spits up dust
The cracked side walk
Used to be pristine
The basketball hoop
Hangs at a an angle
The house went from grainy grey shingles
To boring siding
The dogs are dead
But in my head
It’s like it was
Even though I know
I can never go back
Sometimes
I close my eyes
And relive the old days
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
Stepping out into the yard,
my curvéd bow strung tight.
Thereupon my driveway,
three blackbirds share the light.
The moment is opportune,
it must be now, do or die.
I've got thoughts of my belly
filled with hearty blackbird pie.
"What did they ever do to you?
They're not a threat in the least."
Yet should I die in my own yard,
they'd pick me for the feast.
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 2:09 PM UTC