Best Mouldy Poems

 POTD 25 Nov 2020

Manage your Stress … a peeling faded poster boldly declares 
I do get it about advertising campaigns. 
Enough to know that,
‘strategically...

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My mind is a puzzle of cryptic metaphors.
whilst searching for my sanity,
I've become my own worst enemy.
In this cauldron of despair,
time is like sand in...

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So many pennies,
lost in the system,
rejected, neglected,
dejected -
cursed by '99' price tags,
a charity box favourite,
nobody wants nor waits for.

So many forgotten pennies,
lost on the streets...

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“And you call yourself a bloody cook”, this mongrel shearer said.
“I oughta ram this rubbish down yer’ throat, it’ll kill a bloke stone dead.”
He’s talking...

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At the fold of day
a veil shrouds the hills
as rising fog drifts
over tapering fields.

Rain falls softly,
dimpling the river.
It’s sombre waters swaggering
beneath a narrow bridge.

Rambling oak...

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Men of Honor in the mist  Kokoda 1942......

Men of Honor in the mist,... 
Sometimes by a bullet kissed,... 
Shoot the buggers they'd insist,...
Threeo plonked,...

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Leading his horse in the heat of the day
Been gone a long time but he still knows the way
Just a few shacks when he went...

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I don’t have asbestos fingers and my blisters come from the garden
Toiling the soil and growing fine ingredients for such gourmet cuisine
Like ‘throw it all...

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To Kill a Wild Rabbit - FICTION

The small winding valley was cold and dank.
Nothing stirred as darkness descended quickly.
Dusk brought an ominous cloud of evil...

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We have all gotten used to wearing our masks just like we do our bras and panties, now we need get used to wearing a...

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"Possums on the  Run - Part 1"


Well she ran away
danced the F.U.	 
Revolutionary Dance
Jokers are trumps
Euchre, 500, 
Queens Slippers
no Deuce, no Romance

Holey holy 
blue...

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 Continued from Part 2 

5. MIDNIGHT DREAMS 
At night the soldiers sometimes dream
of many things which make them scream,
like
     ...

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This Poem Is Trash

Stinky winky yellow spots on rusty tinnies
Mouldy food on smelly plastic
Damp paper and rubber lactic
That the mice think fantastic
Gooey substance iridescent
Cartons glowing...

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I’m a racist shopping trolley, 
I’m proud and happy and clean.
I don’t like hanging around with trolleys rescued from the river, 
Beaten up all rusty,...

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Unheeded in the spread of his name, quaking
   Through the knit brow cuddling the sombre eye
Twice buckled into the couch of his yearning

The...

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