Best Cairns Poems

The beach gathers its dead. Thousands of horseshoe crabs
come home on the full moon’s tide. Their courting dances, 
scrawled with claw and carapace in the...

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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? ...

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Christmas Past and Present Bring Me Tears 

My legs of yesterday's 
walked into a Christmas storybook,
a glorious past,
pages filled with good tidings.
And as young kid,...

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Liberty Bell, cracked and muted after the war
Apostrophe after every catastrophe under par
Homerun in the Long March of Second War
Coins on cairns of foes and...

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Old Persian expedition of eight ships
Eight hundred soldiers on board with whips
Traveled and obliterated Aksumites of good gesture
People of worship, peace and humane nature

Aksum of...

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Walls too high, above the grasses I see
Walls above my eye, below the world of me
Fencing my eye, lions of grey roaring
Reaching the sky, birds...

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On the deaths of Major John Cairns Bartholomew, of Wadworthshire, and a much loved Devizes tree...

Beneath a grey and monumental sky 
In wild confetti clouds...

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She exits the shower
As I towel her down
Her long blond hair
Skin so brown
 
With her back to me
In masterly strokes
Every part I caress
Her wanting stokes
...

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Sugar Cane Blues
By
Kevin L Fairbrother

Sugar, Sugar it’s everywhere
From Proserpine to Cairns
The green fields of cane
Are in your face all the time

On the road I’m driving
The...

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Drugs like anger and toxin like pills
Flashing from the side of the ditch. 
Holding out the rain, trying so hard 
to rot whatever it touches.

Curses...

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In dank and dusty basements,
where people die alone,
and ancient cairns by weathered hands
were built with rock and stone,
in cabins long abandoned,
corners pile with leaves windblown,
on...

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White cloaked among the shine of brass and glass, Father waits,
cries of past and present mingle, among the cairns of dead.
He paces penitently within the...

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The Bichon Frise

The Bichon in chiffon looks so frou 
That the crowd duly wowed has to coo 
‘Til the dog starts to droop
And its owner...

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I took a stroll through Boot Hill Cemetery the other day,
To take a look at where outlaws and other rabble lay.
Some graves were marked by...

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Gazing over the plains nestled far below
Inching our way over rock-strewn trails,
The words resounding through our thoughts
Keep silent...like ivy growing wild, reaching
For moisture in several...

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