Best Centre Poems

"The Odyssey of We are Centre"



Where does he come through 
with his fishing lines?
Casting off metaphors
worms of vitriol
hooked and dipped,
he’s so green backed  
rolling in grandiose 
self published flack
unhip and seasoned 
with his tart rye 
swallowed for kicks
pulling deep wisdom
from his shallow
back pocket where
he...

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Will you form with me at the centre.? Any colonials
Good and true..'Will you stand? To confront tyranny?
Here there is a place for you.! all you will need is courage..
And the will to see it through..Will you stand and form
The centre? as they think we still...

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There are people that come to the Literacy Centre,
They  spend an hour of their time
With someone to help them with knowledge , their difficulties, 
Of lessons not understood.

There are many subjects math,reading spelling and computers
The teacher gives one-to-one instruction with each student
Before something new...

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Hello?....
Yes...... you  can call me Thomas.....
......I tried that 
Yes, yes.... you  can call me Thomas
Ok, one more time
And again?.... 
Call me doubting Thomas
Yes, I appreciate my call is important to you
Ok... off and on again... 
No? still the same.... can you call me...

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Don your hat, grab your cape and walk with me,
let's stalk the streets, take in the frosty air
on cobbled lanes, necromancing we see
confined people of shade suspended there.
They strain against the lock, peer through the rail
of shadow gate where fear and pain collide,
destined to seek...

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Woe is me to the DLV by Gypsy View previous topic View next topic Go down  
 

Location :  Marton, New Zealand

 



Oh DVLC you have upset me, you are so unkind

You’ve committed the ultimate sin; I need to unwind

You  really have...

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Grogged, split into holographic shards:
Hypnogog reveleations reflect
One dreary dreamer. Divinity
staggers to recall Itself
in matter.

Is God like peppermint? I think him

more like meade caressing 
a breeze – just beyond 
the fresh whore.

Bands of succulence
orbit a soaked mind.

The mandala, stony gravel out-stations
brilliantly placed in the Logic, 
oddly...

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how gloweth thine eye
in this sadness of sunlight…
where trees cease shaking
woodland rests with bated breath
wryly squirrels search for home

© Harry J Horsman 2023...

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Conceived in nineteen forty six
By naturalist, Sir Peter Scott,
This wetland paradise now thrives
And teems with ducks and geese and swans.

The wild geese drew Scott to the marsh,
The flood plain of the river Severn,
Where countless wintering wildfowl stop
Upon their migratory journey.

There’re nine varieties of swan
And more...

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Christmas Sestina: Stage Centre!

A Child is born!  Of Life this is beginning.
His cup is to defend the truth and right.
A stable now becomes of earth the centre,
At this, as yet un-named but very first “’Christmas”.
Of pain and misery soon He’ll make an end,
For God,...

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That we love is unquestioned, not a point of controversy,
Our marital or partnership ring is personal and never mandatorily issued; 
Youth lets us find it in order to keep and hand it on a generation, 
As it symbolises our joy, contentment and exhilaration. 

When we...

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Spider's gossamer
                                           crafts...

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Canada's Olympic team,
pro weightlifters 
and skiers,
sat down to a celebration gala,
grand festivities at the 
ACC,
a feast of Cheerios and
a glass of water,
passed 
with
handshakes,
candles and cupcakes,
everyone wishing
to be back to that moment,
when they beat the odds....

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This place is no haven, 
hated and feared
for the isolations found here.
Those caught outside
find it a gulf too harsh
and unable to cope 

...  peer hopelessly in
           from behind the wide wall. 


Celebrate escape
with a...

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She pushes my wheelchair
   Rolling me past the nurses station
     Rolling me down the long bright hallway
    Rolls me into the room with all those machines 
 All I want to do is go for a...

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