Best Mod Poems

“…Let the sunshine (and let the sun shine on in)
Let the sunshine in (You got to open up your heart)…"
-- From Aquarius, by The 5th...

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Devastated at the news I've heard.
Totally shocked this is absurd
The passing of a Welsh legend
Proud to have served my butty friend.

He started his long career
As...

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Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire
smokestacks, waffles, pansies, people,
and purple sunsets.

            ...

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      The Churches are empty!
      But the bars...

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I get it! Love one another,
trying our best to get along...
but, when it comes to pertinent 
issues, how does one compromise
with wrong? Well, no one
knows...

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I take off my gloves, for I am warm
All the while maintaining perfect form
Appearances important, shop floor sheen
Demonstrating interest, showing I'm keen

But I'd love to...

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 Translation of Eric Mottram’s Poem 33 in Interrogation Rooms by T. Wignesan

33.  on a vu un homme courir/ de la scène de crime...

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The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road

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The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road

I was born Carl Robert Halling at...

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David can often be seen hot on the trail, 
Of Richard Whitehead, sprinter, runner, 
And was reported in Rio de Janero’s mail, 
As the 200m...

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Watch me wail, wag, and whimper,
as I lag, lumber and limber, 
my adult algebraic ass umption of 
love lorn lustful, 
pussy prison promise
fake, Falk, filters
when...

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Back in two thousand plus some years more of five,
When computers I'd just met, didn't yet with jive;
When a computer was just a box of...

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Permanently resting upon steel tracks,
 a retired rail car passes the time, 
weathering away.
Contents empty,
 it is a lonely shell, abandoned
 on an unused track
in...

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I was born at the tail end of the Goldhawk Road
Which runs through Shepherds Bush 
Like an artery, 
And in the mid 1960s,
Served as one...

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The booming sound of Dhak resonated through the air,
The children squealed in utter merriment at the fair---
Flaunting their newly bought ensemble of myriad hue,
Some were...

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I WISH I WEREN’T A CENTIPEDE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS




I wish I weren’t a centipede, a lowly arthropod
I need a transformation into something much more mod
To obtain...

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