Best Pack It In Poems

CAMPFIRE 

I thirst to taste your solid wood stare
I see you and no one else 
Nestling under the stars
Hungry for each others ears

Chasing every comet across the...

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POTW 1 Oct 2018

Gossip about her
swept the school yard through
“Hey if you’ve got what it takes 
There’s this girl named Sue
For a pack of smokes
or...

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American Indian, Nightshades, Moonshadows And Howling Wolf

Thirsty for red moon, its sacred beams and eternal pull
howling-out to speak to this dark and blind world, without...

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Vanished

the wild magic of this place;

this wilderness I now roam alone
as its lifeblood seeps 
into 
Afterlife

..my mournful howls
across time and distance
go unanswered -
Oh, how I...

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I was born and raised in a little town by the name of Calder
That was just twenty miles south of the Canadian border
As a boy I...

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i’m vinyl baby,
easy to scratch,
easy to gouge, 
prone to warping.

i’m a 45 rpm record, 
single and labelled,
still got track marks.

dot dot dot
from the seventies!

you know...

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Consider, Recall, Reflect, Hesitate, Tremble
           Before your life's vast sweep.

     Step...

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Time to go home there’s that cursed bell
Excitement for most - for him an impending hell
A torturous journey - that takes him down life’s dark...

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He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the...

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A sanguine sun tinges the edge of Earth
as darkness swiftly spreads over the ground.
And Sol stretches shadows, giving them girth
by turning the last lingering light...

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My nostrils sniff the air seeking,
the various scents tantalising.
Then I smell the bison and throwing
back my head I howl to my pack.

The bison start to...

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Lace hankie tucked inside her jacket sleeve
Hard candy filled the tin beside Mom’s purse
Gray mournings, nature’s gifts for those who grieve
At times when it seems...

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A BLESSED CHRISTMAS FOR ALL WITH POETRY SOUP

Dear Caren, Andrea, Cay Cay, Carolyn and Jan
Rico, Arturo, Paul and Chris, all of you are the same...

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Hold on tight 
    A journey begins 
    Not in the crowded city streets 
    A...

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Lyrics start 0.05 - timed to the music

Pack your bags dear, there’s a Croc near
And he’s creeping, through the night
With his eye on - on...

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