Best Folk(A) Poems

Benedict was tired, he’d been driving all day.  
This was his last delivery, 2 tonnes of eggs delivered to Safeway.  
The kid came out of nowhere, stared Benedict in the face,
He tried to brake, then swerved, in the wrong place.

The scene was chaos,...

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The truth may not be
what it seems,
when wry words
penetrate innocent
minds and classic
flora
like sweet hemlock,
waits with a secret agenda.
 “A labyrinth of schizophrenic
evil of a mind
about to begin”

Take the Pyramids of Egypt
a wondrous sight for all,
who cares about the mayhem
aimless spirits forever to waul

In the throes...

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Everything seems impossible when it’s not done
Though when dark times hit, people tend to give up and run
But to where, it’s still under the same sun
This is one of the truth ignored by man.

Yes! Fate is fate, but giving up is not an option_ Cause...

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Silver tongue oh silver tongue,
Devices for to bring what come.
The done in phrase 
leads trembling waves
On airs  of these uncertian ways.
So what then stays?
And who shall pay?
The interest of the metal says...

Soooooo

Is it but a ploy to plunder?
Words to pull the guards asunder?
Each phrase...

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Teasing and loving ladies near and far
Robust are they, their mead in a jar
Over the hills their words ring out loud
Under the trees they sing tall and proud
Boasting of great adventures from their sorted past
Among the village folk, a crowd gathers fast
Dance, drink and be...

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Now all the presents they have been shared,
Showing some folk just how much we cared.
Now all the cards have been sent showing cheer,
Showing some folk a thought, only once a year.
Now all the drinking, singing and eating of much,
Wishing folk well and be sure to...

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Heat creeps across unsuspecting December 
Screech of insects' pitch is matched to previous years 
Mirror humidity shimmer doesn't remember 
Last Summer a virus spread, inducing freshened fears
Wuhan's worst nightmare went worldwide, disease severe


Several thousand consecutive cases, shameful peak 
Our Great Southern Land was not immune...

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Man the way people boast, can't miss it, it's on TV radio, plus they post coast to
coast. We love poking out our chests, boasting I'm the best, to hell with the rest. Laughing like it's a big joke when we rag on folk, a very...

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My grandpa shocked a copper
Flashed him with a toothless smile
Dropped his trousers, bared his bottom
Like he’d planned it all the while

Nicked him good and proper
You'll be locked up for the night
You can't go baring all your bits
And giving folk a fright

Questioned later in a cell
Tell...

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What you see is what you tend to need;
What you hear is what you aspire to have;
What you believe is what fascinates you to take a step.

I saw Love, I wanted the same;
I heard fantasies of Love which I aspired to have;
I believed he was...

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Edenic-winds release brash Autumn’s kiss
— a mellifluous flutter of gold leaves.
The confetti-glitter surrounds their hearts,
a-shimmering around the swoon of bliss.

The fall of rushing birds and gust of wings.
They land on high, soft-soap — the pair surprised,
as skin to skin of chilly-cheeks ascend.
A bright and cheery...

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They’re sitting by the river with a picnic and a beer,
Switching off the world a while and hoping fish are near,
Rain is not an obstacle nor other folk a fear,
There’s plenty for them all, as long as they come downstream here.
Catching one and measuring it,...

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The Virus
by Bob Moore © 2020

The Corona virus hit us, we didn’t know what to do
it was just a real bad cold, a cousin of the flu
it made you cough, and feel quite sick, and your nose would run a bit
but I didn’t hear, around...

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Colonel Orenthal Thaddeus Simpson

A gentleman of confidence and ambition, whose impression superimposed upon the common folk, a speech concerning absolute existence and the result of it. A self-built and well-constructed plane is valueless if it is without an engine, wings or instrumentalities and the sheer...

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The last organ grinder played a blinder
Intending to leave folk a reminder
To music upbeat
All those in the street
Did a conga to “Eye of the Tiger.”

It was the close of a splendid career 
The organ grinder shed many a tear
As the music died 
He swelled up...

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