Cleotis Cullen Bryant : Writing

nothin' about much ado, one reckons

nothin' about much ado, one reckons

A Poem by Cleotis Cullen Bryant


That damnedold saw--we plan,He laughs? One had best praythe laughs ain't all too bitter ormocking.
Cousin Renee Has Some Odd Ideas As To How To Hold Onto Menfolk

Cousin Renee Has Some Odd Ideas As To How To Hold ..

A Poem by Cleotis Cullen Bryant


There’s no love that’s forever true, No guarantee he’ll stand by you. Heed well, then, what I have to say; You keep tha..
Miss Brenda Lee Cater Will Not Patsy Cline For The Likes Of You

Miss Brenda Lee Cater Will Not Patsy Cline For The..

A Poem by Cleotis Cullen Bryant


Custom, tradition, and the twang of steel guitarsStrongly suggest I should embrace my stationAs the woman done wrong,Weeping quietly in some dark corn..
I Do Believe I Would, If You Would Just Say I Do

I Do Believe I Would, If You Would Just Say I Do

A Poem by Cleotis Cullen Bryant


It’s a goddamn good thing there’s no bouncers in church, (Though your dad’s just the type who would bring in some thugs..
Tastes Like Chicken

Tastes Like Chicken

A Poem by Cleotis Cullen Bryant


An old boy named Billy Joe ClydeTook hisself a lovely young brideBut he had nasty vicesPlus herbs, salt, and spicesAnd he ate the lass Kentucky Fried.
A Prominent Citizen of North Albany Moves On, Circa 1954

A Prominent Citizen of North Albany Moves On, Circ..

A Poem by Cleotis Cullen Bryant


They’d found him, emaciated and tick-ridden, Down near the docks on Smith Boulevard, Surrounded by several fellow tabbies Posse..
a cinquain for the largemouth bass and other equally wretched souls.

a cinquain for the largemouth bass and other equal..

A Poem by Cleotis Cullen Bryant


The fishalways hits onThe brightest of the lures,For it's said that all that glittersHas hooks.
the hardware store at the end of time

the hardware store at the end of time

A Poem by Cleotis Cullen Bryant


It is a mayhem of camp stoves and camouflage, a rabbit warren of knives and pistols, Pellet guns and potato seeds, Glocks and portable genera..
fourteen lines, pert near wasted

fourteen lines, pert near wasted

A Poem by Cleotis Cullen Bryant


There’s many ways to see the light (We often know this much too late) And if the lens is fashioned right, Its brightness will not o..
You've Left Me A Half A Man, But It's Taxin' All Of Me

You\'ve Left Me A Half A Man, But It\'s Taxin\' Al..

A Poem by Cleotis Cullen Bryant


Looks like we are finished—you’ve told me what and where to shove Collectin’ your pound of flesh that’s the tariff due on lov..

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