Albany Poems - Poems about Albany

...The trails runs the edge for several miles, a clifftop walk, it is no great trial, atop a long precipice of limestone, where big, black vultures soar, and make their home, a rugged wall, by ancie......

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...I see you in Albany yet you pull away from the call aloft to all those that care Gone are the fields once mellow blue that curved and glided, that tears at your heart Try to dream beneath......

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... ~~~~~ The players were hangin’ ‘round but were all headin’ for a fall, the room was quiet except for the drillin’ in the wall. The curfew had been......

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...I wrote six poems in my car on my way to school Put my phone on record, which is my general rule It only picked up about half of what I said I am irritated now, for these were the best in my head ......

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...Yes, Jose, this is another love letter from anthroprivileged me to LeftBrain dominant you for multicultural us. I'm still here sinking into my deep blue camp chair with feet resting on a wea......

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... 'Georgia On My Mind' 'Hit the Road, Jack' 'What'd I Say?' Musing through rhythm ......

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... On white lines on valiant wheels I head north leaving behind the City of Sails with its humourless streets, its casino steel and glass Sky Tower built upon the rubble of a gran......

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...From hills and orchard row to the Queen’s chain plume the toetoe, the ponga’s silver gild - in planted grove and fertile dairy plain droved is the fatted calf and the earth tilled. White ......

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......Outside the French guns continued to screech, a blast rocked them all, and opened a breach, morale was fading, beginning to sag, the next day the French sent out a truce flag. Ned watched fr......

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...I’ve unfurled the Southern Cross tonight and put it On the wall, and as I gazed the longest while.. I thought I heard the dingo’s call? It couldn’t be as all Round me were the sounds of London go......

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...SANDS OF GALLIPOLI’S BLOOD On the sands where diggers bled As they came ashore, To fight the good fight, Puppets of a master’s whim Of loyalty to a crown of way beyond, No hesitation to join ......

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...The line of people out the door. The queue that snaked around the floor. The building's sleek art deco style. The carpets' faded plush red pile. The "Coming Soon" in convex frames. The "Showin......

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...We went away heaps of times, to busso, gerro, freo, york, bunbury and albany I remember most the latter and how you wrecked my bike so horribly I carried it up a hill, while you went to get the u......

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...April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales When I was young and foolish Broke and stubborn I hitchhiked across the USA Started in Salt Lake City Where my greyhound bus pass ......

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...The grand, half-ruined Parthenon, once a sublime, Doric grace, Even now, in broken, stone blocks, always takes my breath away. The rich, classical detail, fluted columns without plinths, to ima......

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