Best Mick Poems

Mulga Mick

The ice was thick round Mulga Mick,
His thoughts were in disorder,
Shiela had gone off with another chick,
Got the “Raw Prawn” bloody sort of,

His car had died when a Roo he tried,
To eat the old cars number plate,
Death slapped down, upon the Roo applied,
Destroyed the...

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Crazy Mick the Irishman, with trademark bike and overcoat,
wheeling his way back into town, classed as a tarnished silly goat.
His hair was long and curly; spoken words barely understood.
His manner gave impression he's up to no flamin’ good.

Shopkeepers grew an extra eye toward their advertised...

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One stormy night in Magalluf, it rained and rained it rained all day 
By half past ten we'd had enough, time to call it all a day 
Then we heard some music playing, the sweet sound of a violin 
So our footsteps started straying, to...

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Remembering the days way back when
Baseball was what made life tick
Lived and breathed that wonderful game
With the Babe, Ted Williams, and the Mick

Jackie Robinson breaking the colour barrier
Sweet memories inhabit my brain
Jackie was the absolute first hero of mine
Brought equality to this time honoured game

Stan...

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I called him a Southern Jessie,
He called me a Northern Git.
We met at work years ago,
Our friendship an instant hit.

He went to the Lord on Friday,
Leaving Marion and the Boys.
He also left a friend behind,
Guess he didn't have a choice.

He leaves me with a Mick...

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MY WIFE
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my love, my wife; first met at work, my love. 
we would meet each day, kiss, then go our way,
her on the line, me, my office above.
for ten months that way it had, it did stay!

however, topman, me, had perks, tea breaks,
daytime dates true...

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love the game
play with my balls all the time
top man on the green...

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AT ONE WITH NATURE

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The sun shines, brightly lights my day. My garden verdant many hues of green. Greater speedwell, resilient, blooms no matter the season. Late spring, early summer it explodes. Late Jack Frost, it copes beyond my imagination. A host to many invertebrates sadly...

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Abandoned

I have read and told little white lies to bring smiles to faces of old folk, abandoned! I have reared lambs and calves and piglets too, not knowing why they were abandoned? I have seen left wrapped up warm, with a note, which gives a...

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I write of true love.
For you, you have been my life,
forty-eight years of friendship,
openness, true bliss.
With words, I have worshipped you!
No doubt in my mind, love you!

As each year went by,
our love grew strong, our bond tight.
Moonlight oft led to rapture,
many stary nights.
We rolled...

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A rhopalic verse:
Inspired 
by
and 
DEDICATED
to
TOM CUNNINGHAM
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Tom enjoys poetry dedicated,
to others talented endeavourings.
A master following, dedicating!
Your's Thomas, heartfully dedicated!...

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Plastics, yes, a bane on all life,
A bane on, bane on, bane on life!
All our pollution causing strife!
All our world, in peril!

All our denials, will it kill?
So will it, will it, will it kill?
It does and who pays? Pays the bill?
Nature, its hands forced!

Nature, seasons...

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Winter
Winter glows, it's drifts, it's plains, soft and white.
It's cold belies a threat to all, fear it!
It's there come night or day death don't forget!
Wrap up warm, keeps death at bay, heed, now play!
Spring
If it sticks to form, new life created.
Greedy winter lingers Jack Frost...

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haikai
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the buddleia
a diurnal kingdom...
butterfly courts

a coronation
the orb brightest of orange...
painted lady crowned

bees flowerflies wasps
most grateful to their host...
the gardener

nocturnal bats moths
hedgehogs if lucky a fox...
a hidden frog croaks

dusk a blackbird claims
no doubt a choral master...
may bugs abundant

the Scots pine maypole
cockchafer fly... encircle...
black headed gulls dine

sun...

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"What we've got here is a very serious language barrier, not mine!
Let me introduce myself, I'm Tricky, a Doberman Pinscher and a thoroughbred.
My Dad Mick, clever, thinks he can talk to his pets, whatever!
He has two, yes, me and a cat called, grruf, T. C.!
Oops,...

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