Best Graft Poems

The sun had just risen over town, it was a beautiful morning
And outside Baker's new Bakery, a long queue was forming
The aroma of fresh baking...

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oh youth in all its callow shades
               is from our hope,...

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How do you change a lie into the truth?
Alchemy, dear children ...
this is how it's done, using unverifiable proof

First, you take a sick, dirty lie,
and...

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O let us meet again to make it right
Bridge me your love to cross
The river flows a torrent tonight
We must restore what time has lost.

O...

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THE CITY AND THE STATE OF PLAY TODAY

No one worries about morals today 
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on...

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“Arms Full of Linnet Wings”

In the garden 
that afternoon 
she planted seeds
in their ripe minds
their eyes looking
up to hers their 
irises dazzling 
in the late...

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Ursus Maritimus ...

I entered your world in quietude, slipping through the granular, soft.
          Long slats to...

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Democracy now that is a laugh
When the voting is all stacked with graft
And I will give you a plug
If you punch out that lug
If you...

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The Long Drought

A raging drought is running, causing pain
Beneath the scorching sun, the barren plain
The river’s gone, she’s ceased her mighty flow
And bushland trees no...

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I made a firm commitment long ago
	to read great novels frequently, not just
	when I had time to kill or took a class
	in college, for then...

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We all need it
Some feed on it
people are not what they seem
I do not fit well in the social scene
At least that’s what I think
Social...

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Say what?

Almost my pen refuses to speak of it
It knows it exists, but not how

A woman with a good taste of jewellery 
  ...

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The System Disk

That wide open plan, 
The desktop area so spacious, 
A vast canvas so beautiful;
Why do you sit there, 
Open to all for their...

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This evil world we live in,
is a wild rat race,
a people of global sin,
an earthly disgrace,

Killing here, stealing there,
Bloodshed and thievery everywhere,
global hatred, beyond repair,
Governmental...

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HARMONY 69
The night of twelfth December `69  
knotted together an icy storm wind 
that whipped False bay`s waves 
to white -frilled blankets.
Thunderclaps against primal...

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