Best Jogged Poems

Time marched ahead relentlessly,
While I was unaware.
I jogged around the corner and
Old age was waiting there.

I didn't want to meet her,
But had to be polite.
She...

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For thirty years I’ve been a truckie who has driven far and wide,
Carting goods through day and night all across the countryside…
But hours spent upon...

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Forty three years of marriage and still you make my heart beat strong 
I never wanted to be anything else but your wife and loving...

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I woke up late,
I meant to be early. 
I ran to my fate, 
I dream of the pearly. 

The great gate of Our Lord,
The garden...

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Its time to tell the truth untold,
why do we have to fight?
must we shed blood?
ever wondered why able bodied men 
go to war,and come back...

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FOOTPRINTS

Footprints are walked memories; 
molded cerebral impressions
of traced tracks—telling 
tinted stories of freedom’s journeys;
like running rivers between banks
leaving trailing residues of liberation.

Remembered footprints
tell tall towering...

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This has been a hot minute to say the cold hard truth. I second that! Glasses full of hours turn hands into long time. Darkness...

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My aunty Gerty Gribble was a true blue pioneer 
as she and husband Harold ran a place called 'Bendemere'. 
Two dinkum Aussie battlers, who had...

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I finished my work early  this morning 
and went outdoors to exercise 
I jogged around the circle for a while
and  observed  a...

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Each English-speaker knows that funner means more fun than fun,
   and weirder means more weird than weird. And yet nary a one
of "proper"...

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When I was just a little girl, I stared into my mother’s
eyes, and asked with a serious look, "What is Love" Much to my
mother’s surprise,...

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From Melbourne to Sydney is a bloody long drive,
and my ambition’s to get there alive,
that means I must stop and then drift off to sleep,
or...

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Lost in the Translation

“Donnez-moi un verre de vin”

My accent seemed strange at the Paris café

They brought me an entire carafe of wine

And I drank it...

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Sitting on this gray wooden bench beside my late mother
Her light yellow blouse shiffling in the Atlantic air
She is exicited, anxious, happy and swells with...

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I Jumped up suddenly out of my bed
With Jack the ripper spinning in my head
And the word cabinet kept floating in my bed
I had a...

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