Best Musters Poems

He called it love and his captivating way,
   She called it fear and longed for the day.
All alone she cried those bitter nights,
   While he ran around to his hearts delight.
He had her heart he pulled her strings,
   ...

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A twisting whirly musters
hard baked leaves and bark.
There’s another red sunset,
just before it’s dark.
The wilting wattles weep,
and plea ‘I can’t live on!’
The strong keep fighting drought.
The weak, soon dead and gone.

Wheat fields and their bounty,
wither in the sun to die.
Red dust leaves forever,
adding color to...

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In his seething silence, I spoke, softly to him,
“Did I desire once to be higher than you, oh seething heart?
Could I, in my human flesh, sympathize for your imminent demise?
Cradling you in my sorrows, as an embryo not yet grown
Yes, I had resented my place,...

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Life keeps going to find his purpose
he strolls across verdant plains and trudges up the hills
sometimes dejection follows rejection and distress
darkness engulfs
and something spooky emerges 
looming large to form something horrid…
a hideous hunchbacked hiatus.
Life slows down…wary of the 
impending hindrances for his progress
and there is...

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I REMEMBER

I remember when I was only THREE
And a total stranger ran off with me.

I remember when I was FOUR
a screaming baby, I wasn’t the only one, any more.

I remember when I was FIVE
Starting at Musters Rd. Infants School West Bridgford, scared alive.

I remember when...

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I REMEMBER

I remember when I was only THREE
And a total stranger ran off with me.

I remember when I was FOUR
a screaming baby, I wasn’t the only one, any more.

I remember when I was FIVE
Starting at Musters Rd. Infants School West Bridgford, scared alive.

I remember when...

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The Whiskey Bottle Wish

 	One late summer night outside a saloon in the mid-west, an intoxicated Dusty Rogers, stumbles out of the Bar nearly taking one of the revolving doors with him. As he flutters on out, he catches his fall on the walkway hand...

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I stare at the stark darkness ahead,
My hands squeeze the steering wheel
While a simple trepidation musters its way to my heart
The road is long, my headlights keeping shadows in check
I see the smooth path, intrigued by its uniform contentment
My tires and many tires before have...

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Living the Dream
By
Kevin L Fairbrother

From Hobart to Cape York from Perth to Sydney
And all the cities, towns and country in-between
I am visiting places on this Island I’ve never seen
Experiencing the highs and lows and living the dream

East and west of the great divide a picture...

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We sit opposite to each other during class. 
I struggle to start.
She sits motionless.
As I look her way I can't help but wonder,
what ideas are swarming in her brain.
A condition known as 'Locked in Syndrome',
has all but controlled her being, but not her brain.
I realize...

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The scarecrow 
Surrounded in a field of sugar cane
The sun begins to set 
He musters out a yawn
A horizon he has seen for the last 34 years
From which he was placed to lay and hang
He ponders to himself
I am made of straw
Just a device
For the...

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As the light dims and dances on the horizon
A menace stirs from its slumber, slinks from the shadows.
The game move to and fro, staying sit means certain death.

The eyes of death blink with certain deadly cunning, 
paws step lightly and then begins the running.

The cry...

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He is the one who walks upon it.
Hallowed...from the sacrifice that passed it on.
Home...from infant life that still reposes
in the body.  There, it will entreat
with that fair eloquence the body politic
employs--all torn from old nobility 
that blood bears in its stream, enriched
from fragments that...

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My rhymes are timeless while this time is lifeless
why is life this kind less, reminds me that this
mind is spineless ready to tip and quit, as
my lies become mindless and get swollen shut
and Stuck up inside my sinus
Drivin in my prime but with no optimus
Victim...

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There’s a man I’d like you all to meet whose Aussie through and through,
From his felt hat to his R.M. boots, he ridgy didge, true blue.
He was born in Roma, Queensland, back in nineteen thirty-three
And his parents were from sturdy stock, a pioneer family.
Station life...

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