Best Overland Poems

In nineteen forty four on the third of September
Is a date in my mind that I'll always remember
It was the date of the last train to Auschwitz in Poland
From Westerbork transit camp in the Nederland.

The camp police and soldiers began kicking in doors
People were just...

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In the 1600's, Europeans lived on the eastern shore
Their numbers grew, they wanted more.
Iroquios, Sauk, Ottawa, and Mohawk were tribes they met
Too many and more, paid our forefathers' debt.
Men moved west thru the Cumberland gap
Daniel Boone led them, wearing a coonskin cap.
Freedom's new country was...

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JOE WHITE

Back in 1880 you will find, Joe White he was about.
The Brumby runner master mind. Of this I'll leave no doubt.
He took from Mugan station, 600 Brumbies yes my friend.
Had the best riders of the nation, on which he could depend.
From Mungindi to Sydney...

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We cannot tame a raging storm, so with patience, 
we must wait for the calm.          ~ by poet


The balmy afternoon had been fulgent and warm
Until darkness foreshadowed an approaching storm
Wailing winds of the nor'easter would soon...

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   Aided by the wind, 
entities take flight like prismatic colors- 
talismanning chanced direction 
"of watering misfit eye", 
looking for a new place 
to touchdown and paint by and by
of sylvan symbiote's 
in magic-detection-anecdote-dissemination 
scapegoat,
where...

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Conquering Normans in siege they lay
waste to all England
to pillage and slay.

William the Conqueror rode overland
with nobles and ladies
of high ranking band.

Surveying all territories with equal measure
His decision unanimous,
and at his leisure

Decided on Londinium, the roman town
By the river Thames,
his fortress he found.

Erected by labourers,...

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Back in 1880 you will find, Joe White he was about.
The brumby runner master mind. Of this I'll leave no doubt.
He took from Mugan station, 600 brumbies yes my friend.
Had the best riders of the nation, on which he could depend.
From Mungindi to Sydney town,...

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A drought ridden land
And miles and miles yet to go
Into uncertainty

A dream lost in desert sands
All tracks of existance wiped out

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Ein ausgedörrtes Land
Und noch Meile für Meile zu gehen
Hinein ins Ungewisse

Ein Traum verloren im Wüstensand
Ausgeöscht alle Spuren des Seins

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Una tierra secada
Y milla por milla para...

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A Fugitive
Bus Stop Overland Park, Kansas   7:35 PM

A furrowed brow and furtive eyes
that refuse to engage another,
striding quickly through the crowd
and putting people between him
and the police car.
He is hardly the drifter or the hobo.
His walk remains crisp, confident
betraying that of a professional...

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In the saloon Tom, Jenna and Tania were talking about Christmas week 
They wanted to spread some cheer for the good folks of Soup Creek 
Tom thought  Milton would make a good Santa and hoped he'd agree 
Their meeting was rudely interrupted with sounds...

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City spreads out with a turned cold shoulder
so cold you begin to break apart
so empty, heat cannot keep warm
the silence so loaded.

you go back to the place you remember.
you go back to these things that are like wires or gravity
pulling , tangling , annoying

you go...

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Rosemary Thyme fell in love with
a spicy character who was Sweet Basil.
Her parents didn't Extractly like him, 
because he Peppered them with Salty 
words. So they would meet secretly.
One day however, she Cinnamon Cumin.
Her Poppyseed her, Anise he mad!! 
To keep them apart, he put...

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Greek George Allen

1828-1913

Seegh no mee.

Ah, I see we have not been introduced.

Please, if you will, call me George, George Allen.

In life, I was a greek from Smyrna,

Hired by the United States Army,

Long ago when Buchanan was president,

Employed because of my tenacious skill,

Riding atop a grunting...

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Journey's end evades, ever evading
Pleasures trampled upon, beached, down wind
Though hopeful, lone strangers keep rescinding
Flights of wanton fancy bedazzle me
Hard facts in consequences I have binned
Though in searching no-one seems to agree

Overland territories in spatial climes
Amalgamate in their entirety
Fingers filter currency, cents and dimes
Cast off...

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Shells wash up, on the shore, 
Of textures and patterns - galore, 
Embedded, in the sands of time, 
As waves lap up, of a fresh new bind, 
Children build model castles of sand,
Imagination of a king’s march, overland. 
As the mild froth of seawater, surrounds...

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