Best Hessian Poems

POTD 9th April 2018

Synopsis -
A story of selflessness without jealousy or rancor that is often evident through the ages in all walks of life, even...

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On the black stallion of death,
Its red crimson eyes pierce through the night,
And the hell's beast breathes its hot brazen breath
Blazing against the darkness's chilling...

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Once again it’s Saturday; the day when footy reigns supreme.
The Dogs are up against the Cats, the premier favoured team,
but I’ve got no doubts the...

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"The Hummingbird Cake"




The day started bright -

Bright Eggshell Blue
and ended in percussion
dark and cloudy stormed in
thunder pummelled drums
against a backdrop of 
bruised eggshell dijon yellow
sweating...

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A delicate blue Daisy
Nestled between roses of pink and cream,
Held firm by pink love-in-the-mist,
Green foliage and tiny gypsophila.
Stems bound in hessian and ribbon.
Something blue in...

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In December 1776
the revolution was at a low ebb,
the patriots had lost at Long Island
and the survivors through New Jersey fled.

Desertion was high as many...

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"Possums on the  Run - Part 1"


Well she ran away
danced the F.U.	 
Revolutionary Dance
Jokers are trumps
Euchre, 500, 
Queens Slippers
no Deuce, no Romance

Holey holy 
blue...

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The Prospector: 

He packs his tack in a great canvas sack 
And then drives away in his car.
Nobody cries as they wave their goodbyes; 
They...

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From Noonlight to Moonlight 
I'll chance to mention a jaunt once took, along a sloping ridge; coming up steady o'er jakes ravine, cross the creaking...

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Grandma rode a pig one day,
Cause her horse had gone lame,
She rode it down the main street,
Horace was quite tame.
She had a rope around his...

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I was born in 1943
in a rural backwater safe from the bombs
also a safety net still akin to the 19th century.
Neither electricity nor gas
only an...

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With a stareless stare I glared 
A hessian head with a stitched mouth
Button eyes creepy but kind
Round but bulgy, lumpily stuffed

An old shirt covered my...

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Banshees’ howl and werewolves’ prowl,
Medusa’s calling your name,
Under the cowl of vampiric fowl
You’re raising the stakes to the game.
A common greed, as succubi feed
Engulfing your...

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Curlews crake against white limestone walls
Their echo shrill in the early mist 
Wake those who danced the night before
As bog sighs from heat release and...

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Cartons, squashed boxes moving in mountains
Men on motorbikes, sway-backed mules
Men bended carrying crates of apples
Hessian bags, sewn shut wait at home domains

In the Himalayas region...

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