Best Grubby Poems

...October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy ......

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...And yet the Sun did rise again to warm a broken scene
It peered through ruined window frames where coloured glass had been
Inside, beneath a vanquished roof, before an alter, smashed
She waits in ......

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...FROM HUMBLE BEGINNINGS
 
As the bitter Northern wind howled in the grey early morn,
Sat a young child half frozen, looking sad and forlorn,
He came from a rundown broken home, with 6 siblings,
W......

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...Grouchy is a grubby feeling,
with the nasty taste of blah;
makes you out of sorts with living,
the opposite of hurrah.

You don’t like anything 
you used to really love;
instead of giving kiss......

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...Tediously bored, Sir Drake
Prolonged afternoon of tea and cakes
Jam coats his chin with gooey paste
A beard of crumbs hangs from his face
His manner somewhat hard to grasp
Small fingers smother ......

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...The caricature of a gentleman, nameless, scorned,
The infamous savage of the famous street was wobbling:
Scruffy, shaggy, ruffed beared, tousled haired,
Disheveled,
there went the odious appearan......

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...(Re Old Poems)



 
A gaggle of girls lounging in the sun,
In the green grass many pairs of legs, stretched out
clad in their blue jeans.
My old pair, many memories...
In them I dug into......

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...One dark night takes me on a ride to an isolated hill where I inhale unpleasantness ..
Wide gleamy monstrous gate opens as the mighty wind blows,
creepy ferns crawl all over the floor.
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...WHEELIE BIN JOE
On the north side of Brisbane lives a man who does no wrong, 
He pongs a bit, he's grubby and his beard and hair are long, 
He sits upon the footpath mid plastic bags all sorts, 
Blac......

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...You start out green and new, as a brand new shoot, nurtured by a ‘Loving Mother Tree,’ and surrounded by lush, growing sibling leaves all
In relative, naive Harmony.
You mature and grow into The Mo......

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...DOWN A STORM DRAIN GONE FOREVER.

There was once a wicked, jealous old human,
Who lived in a house down the lane, 
Not far from us,
Ugly and mean sounding, couldn’t tell
If man or woman,
Was n......

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...Sticky, grubby fingers,
Chocolate covered faces,
Dirty prints on wallpaper,
Put parents through their paces.
From smelly, messy nappies,
To angelic little smiles,
These are some of the wonders,......

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...Street Walker in Oslo 

As the black-winged night occupies my balcony
and spread its wings in triumph and shop lights
try in vain to illuminate and gladden a grubby street
I see you leaving your......

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...Ceaseless demands
each one a folly
To which I respond
 my answers jolly
Lesson time
Minds are weary
Endless chopping
Meals so  healthy
Shopping ordered
Food a plenty
Excursion time
To burn......

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...When I was a child, 
horses raced across my consciousness 
like storm chased clouds.
They sprung from my crayons 
onto a blank pages, 
horse words filled reams of paper 
in my exercise books. 
Every ......

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