Best Around The Back Poems

Wings flutter
     off in the distance
as I shuffle through these stones,
tasting the energy trapped in each,
scouring my lands
         for my lost crystal,
that which can mend
what I’ve torn asunder.

In frustration
   I abandon...

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There was pity for one second for the victim in this case,
when 'Hilly', 'Bee' and me were walking to our drinking place.
We were slobbering in thought for what keeps us all afloat, 
then 'Hilly's' eyes flew open wide - "Is that a hundred dollar note!"

A...

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You know when I think about it now and what I have to do,
a lot of you folk out there would have a bit of envy too;
you see I'm a 'lacky' for a vet, well a nurse I s'pose is true,  
and sometimes I...

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He waits for me in my dreams each night
I hear his soft neigh when he catches sight
of me. I am only a tiny little slip of a girl
who sits on his back as we travel the world.
Into the stirrups then up to saddle of gold.
Around...

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Apparition
	
	
	For several years
	a photograph of my grandfather,
	my mother’s father,
	hung on my living room wall
	There’s no date on his portrait; 
	family lore says it was taken 
	shortly before he deserted his family.
	
	He was a handsome man,
	easy with women, 
	or so I’ve been told.
	In the photograph 
	he’s...

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It’s October, we find time to go by the spring-house to get the tulips. It is time to prepare for winter and the inevitable coming of spring.  The bulbs look hopelessly dead and ugly, rather pitiful in fact.  We nurture them tenderly.

fall gardener
tucks...

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I saw the old stone cottage
A shell of all it used to be
Its gardens wild and overgrown
but that cottage spoke to me .

Here I'd get my independence
my family wouldn't be too far away
Sure I would have to put in the work
but that never killed anyone...

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Rednecks and roundabouts, they don't mix.
Don't try and fool us with your media tricks.
We drive around the back roads throwing bottles at signs.
Your roundabouts make us slow down or the ladies spill their wine...

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Blimey times are tough lately,
and most of the stations too.
I haven't eaten for a week;
the squatters offerings is 'shoo'.
My wish is flour for some damper;
a small handful of leaves for tea.
They reckon we're all pests out here,
the blokes who walk the track like me.

What's that...

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My whole world as I knew was never more; when I caught a glance of an attractive  dark haired Irish man with piercing blue eyes, and a shadow of a beard framing his square jaw.  He walked towards me with a smile. I...

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Our latest product is the Viv mark one,
please stop and take a gander,
coated with skin of medium grit
and an ass like an orbital sander.
Adjustable nozzle to help you reach
in all those hard to get places,
plus two large air vents for cold air intake
on a range...

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The old lady planted roses near the corner by the driveway
She never planted roses by the door
I remember once she told me, "Bees come out to get the nectar"
And a bee sting can be deadly or quite sore
Instead, she planted herbs along the walkway to...

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Well!  I remember the first date I was a teenage boy
I picked her up in the car had to wait for her she was late 
She finally came out I open the door she sat down I close the door
I said where would you...

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A prawn masquerading as a peanut can be quite disturbing. So many times a peel is a garment used to shroud. A tentacle hidden. Here and there. Then to reappear with an often violent burst of becoming. A burst of becoming is neither a beetle,...

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under the bay bridge in astoria there is a 
brick building with a gnarled up old wooden door. 

something along the line of mary todds is written
 on it.

 In the doors Center is a strange looking compass 
  that welcomes in a little...

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