Best Fleet Poems

The First Fleet
by Robert (Bob) Moore

The 26th of January, is called Australia Day
that was when some 10 pound poms, decided they would stay
they had been,...

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POTD 6th Sept 2019

When the dawn kisses the dew on all thing that grow
and that first melancholy thought, ponderous and low
questions any relevant notions to...

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Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.              ...

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My warm December, unexpectedly,
you graced my world and brought such joy to me.

My warm December, You are something sweet
embracing me. Oh, please do not be...

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DEDICATED TO BYRON- Double Sonnets--First dedication poem of series 
honoring great poets.
 
(Sonnet 1)

Upon Dawn's Beautiful Rise, I Was Born 
  
  (Sonnet...

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A child lights our way in life...
The greatest gift there is to be.
They suppress our selfish inclinations...
They set our passions free.

They give sense to our...

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Do you remember the creek you and I

meandered with. . . those many years ago?

Its half-forgotten end has now run dry

and vanished like the ferns...

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shadowed ...
the China hills
like little pills set on end
and stairs that wend to the moon
so far from June, he thought
wrought now with frustration
on the ramp...

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I am a flake of winter snow
on cold and driven wind.
I've been cool drops of rain so slow
from darkened clouds unpinned.

I am the sting of...

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Crew of scoundrels, scalawags
Skulls and crossbones, on her flags
Hull held low by money bags
The fruitful Pirate's Lady

Upon her splintered deck they rove
Safely anchored, hidden cove
Her...

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Hot. . . white hot Sahara sand am I.
Turning, ever turning, how I burn
white. . . hot white beneath the desert sky.
In search of sweet...

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One Texan day, a man close to his prime,
sat down on a curb beside a tree.
It was an empty street; there was no crime
nor danger...

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Part One of Two

Mary Elizabeth Frye Dedication Poems, Seventh Poet Honored
Part One 

(1.)
Graveyard Visit, Seeing Death's Saddest Truth

Walking rows of silent tombstones that litter in...

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On a frigid winter evening, so still
that hot breath lingered around my face.

In snow sparklingly dry and crystalline
I encountered fresh-made footprints,
leading off my mostly trodden...

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The Book

How good the night that darkens so
To guide me to my rest.
Where a favored Book lights up my eyes
As I nestle to my nest.

A...

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