Best Beanies Poems

Shy Julie - A Punters Nightmare Part 1

They fancied themselves "Gurus of racing", this Ron and his best mate John
So they sat down one day in an easy relaxed way
And mused on the pros and the cons
Of punting and racing, of adrenalin flow chasing
To syndicates,...

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Just Remembering

In a corner in her garden, sun hat leaning,
Traffic white noise backgrounded,
Sara dozes and dreams of life long ago
When she was young, so young.

She is dancing the jitterbug, Glenn Miller playing,
Baby sister peeking through French doors,
And then she has a flash of Mother cooking,
Boiling...

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Millicent 
My Lady Darling Dear.
Lionel Derbyshire

I could not say goodbye
I did not want to ..
There will be no more
Hello dear's ..
My lady darling dear.

A pale winter morning in May
Came passing by
To lift you higher
At GOD' s real moment.
You were bold and alone
I was hurt and...

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I see you hipsters in rustic coffee shops with pictures of Marlyn Monroe and contemporary art, 
the girl in all black with a black beret to make her look more avant-garde and red colored hair that was obviously bought from a drugstore. Strolling through the...

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As I walk along the footpath
The ice cracks under my sole
The windchill cools the ears
And reddens up my nose.

The Winter Sun looks warm
But passers by just moan
As I enjoy the freshness
And view of shining snow.

The winter solstice approaches
Means Christmas lights to come
Against the constant darkness
And...

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Headed for Mexico with his suitcase and a ton of beanies was my 16 year old son
He joined his youth group for the adventure of a life time
Dozens of orphans and a handful of exhausted workers met them at the orphanage
Just waiting for an infusion...

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The 36% Poem

I recall going to the stained-glass church as a child 
and wishing the Jesus statue would move, that he would
just step down from that hanging cross and walk among us,
casting droplets of healing holy water with an silver ice cream scooper.

Then the choir...

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9/8/16


Are you a Mac user or PC?

Do you prefer Justin's or Reese's?

A few times, I saw the movie "E.T."
And I once slept in a teepee

Shouldn't be sleazy
Or greedy

Got to get after it daily, weekly
Monthly and yearly, routinely

You can wish for a lamborghini
But you got to...

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Apocalypse Beans

Sometimes it seems 
your chest is about to cave in.
You try to catch a breath but 
your heart flutters like a dry leaf;
Just more suburban undulations;
Dressed down for a slow blues song.
Apocalypse Beans sizzle on the fire.

Life has such trying interludes,
when it seems you...

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The Translucent Loft

The girls choir at St. Mary’s still sings there.
Shh, be quiet as we step inside
through these green rectangular doors,
Shh! Listen... 
We can hear them up there, 
in the translucent loft.

They are still cloistered upstairs in the saintly glow, 
of stained glass fortissimos, and...

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there's a bloke in this cafe wearing a cape
a macabre, satiny number

who does he think he is?
no one brings it up?

this clobber
this kind of attire

who wears 'em?
the neanderthals?

wolverines with thick fur
sewing tools around the campfire

a fifty-thousand year old siberian needle
for hoodies and beanies 

the man...

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Incorrigible Recalcitrant - Doppelganger (mine)

Ala Goofus and Gallant 
highlights my diametrically 
divergent alter egos
always the reserved 
obedient docile boy
afeared to stray outside narrow

circumscribed comfort zone
figuratively tethered
extremely short leash
choked me like yoked oxen,
albeit non red dually bullish
under bated breath

otherwise submissive
internalizing fury and rage
relentlessly lambasted
daily school bus...

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Still clear and sunlit
are the tanned, weathered faces
of the fisherman,
their bloodshot eyes,
beanies and checkered shirts,
how they
stood hip deep
in their boats 
looking up at a gathered crowd,
the fish arrayed in neat rows
with glistening scales,
caressed, turned 
and splashed with seawater
by reverent hands,
translucent mops
of squid and trays
of crabs...

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She would not understand specificity
If it bit her in the ****,
If it smacked her in the eye, or if it
Rolled her around in a bed.

“All green-eyed people have fat legs,” she says.
What about her? I ask.
“She is the exception,” she states, generalizing everyone.

“All caramel haired...

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Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis, high bred poiet?s of mine

     ("Thus always I cause the death of tyrants.”)
the purported line Brutus uttered 
after assassinating Julius Caesar.

     Alternatively titled:
The prose and consequential arguments 
for the death penalty.

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