Best Loincloth Poems

In shot snap seconds, everything changed.
The horror was sudden -
a shatter-shower of bullets
bouncing off rock.
The picnic I'd laid so carefully
blew apart - black olives
tossed into...

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Death disrobes the body of our fancy garments,
And clothes us with more common fashion:
A mere loincloth of sky blue silk,
So that we may feel the...

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Part Two

To have written is to leave but a mark
  nothing stands for the proud rhyming syllables
    more than his acquired...

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LAS NAVES DE MEDERA (Wooden Ships)
They wanted ships. What they got
was wooden shells
not a farthing from the Crown
for these floating buckets.
Six thousand corks, hastily riveted...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXVIII

IF you pull a long perplexed face
You could be watching SUMO in Tokyo Bay
Or reading this without...

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With apologies to Albert Camus

I once was a circus strongman,
Sovereign of midway spectacles.
I wore a leopard-skin loincloth
And a lion-claw necklace.
My club was seasoned hardwood.
I proudly...

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Harry West was an Aboriginal stone age hunter,
 on the Kokoda trail  Second World War in New Guinea in 1942...



HARRY WEST  of KOKODA...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYFVC072rJk

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Raised by apes as a
feral child in the wild,
was as a young man
discovered by a rich American
anthropologist hiker who was retired,
taken back by plane
to his...

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I see them everywhere I go,
Folks who just do not seem to know,
What life is really all about,
They just go on their prescribed route.

Life to...

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Siddharta worked hard for the middle way to appear in silent meditation

Above him a lotus flower shone pure radiance from an indigo moon

Ebb and flow...

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twiglets embrace as thorns and flowers

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Loincloth was his dress;
Truth was his address.
Nonviolence was his armor;
A warrior and a perfect charmer.
A man of progress,
And an epitome of success.
He is the ‘Father...

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With cusped hands the Buddha sits silently under a fig tree 

His thoughts are flooded but drought has shriveled the fruit

He owns nothing but a...

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The iroko tree,
Wise in the growth
Faithful in its development -
The seer!
Sees good and evil
Brings death to those who deserve
Showers blessing on those who reckon
With Its...

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You come home, sitting on my shoulders.
I bid you farewell at door. Death tiptoes in dark
before looking at the bare hands. A new concept of
ending...

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