Best Lindsay Poems

ALPHA TO OMEGA 

A is for Arturo and Alexis two great Poets,
Who make us all cry and laugh
B is for Besma a great philosopher
And soul...

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I wish I had the balls to tell them how I really felt
Hey, wait a minute...I do, I'm a man, it's what I've been dealt...

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Lord, teach me to achieve.
Teach me to love what I do.
Teach me to do what I love.
Teach me to truly achieve,
but by your standards,
not the...

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They are poor…they’re removed, they struggle through life,
Every day is a burden on the edge of a knife,
They’re stuck in the circle, that’s all that...

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MY PSW PROMISE
When you first arrived -
Your health was then fading
Your whole world was changing
I promised that I’d see you through.
When you first arrived
Your kids...

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Clans, Ilks and Tartans

Woven into threads of red and black,
Girded by grids of white,
Distant plaintive bagpipe memories
Of sunset over Kilmaurs –
A crest that bears a...

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Walking my Tiger home, if only I had known
in the small print of the sale there was a claws
in a nutshell it was leading to...

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You flit around the marshes and in places warm and wet.
as a beetle you’re about as bright as any bug can get!

You have a tiny...

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Thank You, God.
Thank You for everything
that I know that I wanted and You withheld.
Thank You for everything
that I thought that I did not need and...

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"Barefoot in the Bushfires of the Vanities"



Heat rises slowly to rapture flames licking and teasing
Blue Ghostgums to stretch and crack wide open
as Fire spreads molten...

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Poetry Soup Hero's

Poets with golden ink and pens 
You make us move forward with your inspiration
With kind an honest, encouragement  and compliments 
Small act...

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The rain the rain is falling down, in sleep
His tomb is wet, so dark the stone, so cold
And words are deep engraved, I weep...

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Me barber’s still one of them blokes who lives the school of old,
using methods quite old fashioned to what modern trends unfold,
so with scissors, clippers,...

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Sagan grins from a Pale Blue Dot
As LCROSS finds water in Cabeus.
Is Su Shih's bright moon finally told --
Echoed by Dickinson's moon of gold?

Did Armstrong...

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“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its...

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