Beaufort Poems - Poems about Beaufort

...Not for a second think I've left the soup kitchen and quite frankly, I'm tired of all the B itching. not from those real poets who know how to write with pen in hand or fingers on a keyboard in fl......

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...Hello, my most esteemed poets, I am trying an experiment that I believe has not been done here on the PS site. I have posted a new poetry contest called "The Prismatic Self: A Gauntlet of Mirro......

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...A Collaboration with Duke Beaufort The youthful memories I have did grate Upon my innermost self and I'd cry For my depressed spirit which longed to die And halt life tainted with anger and h......

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...I tried to ignore the buffoonery and the cartoonery of the last 3 weeks of "politics," but found it impossible to do when so much needs to be fixed. A collaboration is taking place... please join in ......

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...Some people wind up with twisted knickers When they get insulted by nitpickers Words are sticks and stones Causing moans and groans When they hear heckling whispers and snickers Women used to ......

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...The sun had just risen over town, it was a beautiful morning And outside Baker's new Bakery, a long queue was forming The aroma of fresh baking was lingering in the morning air Words alone can......

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...I come here as to a temple An old-fashioned thing Before Lisa, Joe, Paula, Jen I condemn false gods of pain Foul gods foretold in That Day When coupling will dishonor Jesus Coupling in lust, in......

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...I once knew a man named Billy Beaufort With my dear wife he tried twice to consort He failed, and I’ll tell you why, He preferred to live, not die Sharing my wife? Well, I’m not a goo......

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...I Songs are made for singer; if God doesn't sing, songs may survive, not thrive II As candle to candlelight, we are light, not carrying vehicles III Waves have personality, but die & merge i......

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...I Cattle Egrets have lifted my Spirits Here in Ft. Beaufort, dirty, not dirt BY choice, folk in small spaces Hide from Civilization, national mandates On Environmental Courtesies and Policies B......

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...I In a "decent" town, Ft. Beaufort, within 90km I arrived about Seven in the morning For much-needed cash from a Bank ATM Who knew, the ATM took my card & "jammed" II Long story short, I met ......

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...Walking out of church into the autumn morning Among many this overwhelming feeling There are no bad people, no addicts this day Too beautiful and clean: the tall tree, the air, sky Such a calmnes......

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...I Many who heard of Nelson Mandela visited the country in which he (and I) were born. Today I posted about walking or wading through diapers, dog & human doodoo on our roads, many dirt roads, in New......

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...An heart is a handy thing to have except when its not - Hands are of course handy as a glove Except for ties that knot. (c)Deo, Fort Beaufort, near Newtown "mixed-race" (In RSA English, "Colour......

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...Mosquitoes rarely come at you, face to face. This is a classic sneak-attack kinda enemy, often found behind one's head, or about navel height. After a year in these tropics doing missionary work, I u......

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