Best Oer Poems

Pig a billa

Good tucker is ol pig-billa,
Porcupine Echidna hey,
Favourite food of Aboriginals,
Has him own spears anyway,

Track him cross the hot red sand,
Which way does he go, today,
Claws on his back legs are a pointing, 
Where he come from, there we say,

Dead possum hanging oer the...

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What pushes my pen in this whimsical notch of the world?

   Something whispers to me like an elder dream....
  
   and the trees hang arbored 'oer a little stream of sea,

   the feathered folk flit and flute,

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perhaps i'll climb into your room,
to pin your arms behind you soon,
pull those shorts a little down,
and bend your oer the bed or couch,
then would we be in tune?

foreplay sometimes grabs the buttock,
dominates, she wants to give it up,
if what you want, it's  all...

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The Balking Mire of Fanghandrath



‘Twas late when the misted veils
Suck and drew
‘pon the reeking fetters of claxon screams
Wailing echoed dismal to

Too late for lantern to pick a path
In the trickster passages
Of the boggish marsh
The Balking Mires of Fanghandrath

Where ‘oer the shake-ed sheaves domain
The Shadow Hunter...

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Power to the poet, power to the muse
power to those who dont refuse
to show their emotions under the sun
    say it and sing it , a victory won
 Power to truths that must be told
    handed down from bards...

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plus or minus today on a cumulus of clouds keeping me from the stars
from my sofa I can do anything it's amazing 
the puzzle of life coming in a grid of ain't
isn't awesome the oer of over the top
flap your wings dear
you were right
I did
guess...

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Spring, like the Phoenix, rises from the ash of winter's fire,
when ice and snow from frozen row were logs upon its pyre.
The thaw will trickle moisture to each niche upon the earth.
The liquid flame of water means a season of rebirth.

The Phoenix lived for centuries...

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HARRY WEST 

The Kadaitchi (Witch Doctor) Knight

Harry stood alone and sniffed the breeze
a pongy hay smell,  Japanese
Harry sheltered there beneath a tree
a gum tree dripping sap

The  Black Knight shed his lap lap
joined the natives from Rabaul
he took the weight from one sore back
when...

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A Wind of Change

A wind of change ,blows over our land.
Scotlands destiny is in our hand
We had a chance to play freedoms dance,
Lies were told, promises sold,
By westminsters treacherous band.

A people torn between truth and lie,
A dream born , doomed to die,
To walk in the...

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Finnegan Remembers….

Oh i can look and almost see,
My time in Ireland, verily,
Where I staggered drunken, oer the sod,
And had my way, perhaps a clod,
And fought the British see,

Finnegan, I was he, 
who lived on taters merrily,
in Northern Ireland, 
we weren’t free,
to be deported it was...

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Suspense takes oer as I wait to hear
I'm hoping praying  it'll hit my ear
Wishing all I want to come true
Starting life as someone new
Life plays out on a theater screen
Act by act and scene by scene
Tell me now if I'll play the part
Deny me once...

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re-post inspired by Nicola's contest

now
and then
better yet,
once in a while
it's now or never;
a will oer the wisp thing
here today,gone tomorrow
as with yesterday's newspaper
buried deep into today's troubles
My friend,today will soon be tomorrow
if you stop crying into today's beer,
lift your head,see the wood from the trees,
a...

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riding a bike oer the william takes a few pedals
the manhattan a breeze following flushing
but the brooklyn only early morning as the tourist in their inn

if only you asked a bridge i will send to queens on your way to coney island...

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Finnegan Remembers….

Oh i can look and almost see,
My time in Ireland, verily,
Where I staggered drunken, oer the sod,
And had my way, perhaps a clod,
And fought the British see,

Finnegan, I was he, 
who lived on taters merrily,
 in Northern Ireland, 
we weren’t free,
to be deported it...

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Oer
Ere
E'er
E'en
I could go on and on
That's a life of a poet
And makes you good solving crossword puzzle....

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