Best Clamoured Poems

A girl gleams in her ink dreams
sittin against barn wall sqeakin like a soul freakin,
voices from an unpopulated country
dancin and rockin on her soul's farmland stage,
lyrics and long hair wavin one day in "big city lights" ,
famous without frontin, rebellious without shoutin,
grafetti on those nails...

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Sitting on a park bench
and taking in the sights,
she's always got an eye out
for the children, running
back and forth till they are wired,
then pestering their parents -
"Come on, Mom, we're not tired!"

They cluster all around her,
they call her 'Auntie Pearl,'
to listen to her stories of
when...

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Sitting on a park bench
and taking in the view,
she's always got an eye out
for the children, me and you,
pestering our parents
with a grumble or a pout. 

We cluster all around her,
we call her 'Auntie Pearl,'
to listen to her stories of
when she was just a girl;
tales...

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DLCW Dont Let China Win 

For the badminton pundits in this country, there are a great many of them...
In their eyes, the greatest badminton player is Lee Chong Wei , a true Malaysian...
If you are the disbelieving kind, kindly do a Google search on this...

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Once was a folk singer back in the sixties
It was surely my time to shine
Along with the great Peter Paul and Mary
They seemed like good friends of mine

A group of six, The Canadiana Folksingers
Appeared on Canadian TV
A couple of albums and two or three shows
Played...

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Sitting on a park bench
and taking in the view,
she's always got an eye out
for the children, me and you,
when we're pestering our parents
with a grumble or a pout. 

We cluster all around her,
we call her 'Aunty Pearl,'
to listen to her stories of
when she was just...

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Fee-On-Her Joy

The peril of the real epitome of African goddess,
Her gift packed neatness pouted love in her,
That has been brewed from Luo love pot,
Her lips lithe in the coat of spicy charm,
As she slough, the hot, sharp, and pleasant heart beating echoed voice,
In a mouth...

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Lived eight years in a retirement community
Best eight years, so thankful for the opportunity
Elderly ladies clamoured around me
Best looking oldster they ever did see
Had to beat them off with a stick to avoid a mutiny...

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Lived eight years in a retirement community
Best eight years, so thankful for the opportunity
Elderly ladies clamoured around me
Best looking oldster they ever did see
Had to beat them off with a stick to avoid a mutiny

Never too old!...

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When I was a little girl
My grandfather had a tin
With a sailor smoking a cigarette on the lid
It was what he kept his medals in

He called them Pip, Squeak and Wilfred
And I asked him what they were
He said the nineteen fourteen star, the British war...

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{For Nelson and Winnie Mandela}
 You, me said I to my honey bitter
 When like the windy aether,
 Blows us hither and thither
 Bursting bubbles on elevating air,
 I shall sleep dreaming with one eye open
 Set you and I free on a chilly rest,
...

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SHE SHOWN UP
AS BRIGHTER AS DAYS
SEARCHING FOR MEANS
TO CALL IT A DAY
FOR HER FAMILY
FAULTLESSLY ENCOUNTERED
THE BIG ASPECT OF LIFE
HEREAFTER SHE WAS GAOLED
FOR AN OFFENCE NOT COMMITED
JUSTICE CLAMOURED FOR
THE AFFLUENCE
THEIR HANDS ARE THERE
WHO HELD UP THE CAUSE
SHE SCREAMED UP FOR LIBERTY
AS CRESCENDO AS VOLUME OF VUVUZELA
IT...

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They stood there by the shadows
Two vagabonds should you call, 
One was a man of honour
The other a mongrel small; 

The winter sun was setting
Twilight had crawled overall, 
The north wind clamoured and howled
Dark clouds had suffused their shawl; 

Few townsfolk shuffled about
Hurrying with chores...

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From inside myself I feel in humility
That wondrous sense of awe within my mind,
A special transcendence into tranquillity.

My memories rise to the surface to remind,
I’ve lost reality in the silence.
Travel through recollections of the past to find

My childhood, that distant, sweet time of innocence
Never alone,...

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Sitting on a park bench 
and taking in the view,
she always had an eye out 
for us children, right on cue.
With her muffler and a blanket
to keep away the cold,
she smiled to see us frolicking,
to us she wasn't old.

We clustered all around her,
we called her...

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