Best Publican Poems

The Publican and the Pharisee went for a walk after church
One wore pride and majesty, the other the marks of the birch
“I say, my man,”...

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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...

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We called Jimmy strange; we teased him in play,
most of the time he'd laugh our cheek away.
We'd dare him to play pool; always loser pay!
So...

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Ten Lepers sought the Lord 
carrying their badges with a Plea 
unclean unclean was the cry 
Mercy alone was their Plea
The King of mercy heard...

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I blame me brother for the likes of this predicament,
when we pub crawled up to Bunyip, and where our night was spent.
Thank God I wasn’t...

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I was working up Loch Valley logging for a local mill;
camping in a make-shift hut I built half way up a struggling hill.
I worked till...

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American Nero,
showering utter disdain — 
Denigration downpour on pleb citizens
begging for pandemic crumbs
As the pestilent fire rages around 
your virally tainted kingdom

Ghastly gladly,
you keep on...

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Life seems-like an ever forbidden story {!!!} one day you're happy, the very 
     next...{?}  "You know the story". ...

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My golden ego soars higher than yours
I can hold my breath longer underwater
of course,
because my publican lungs are stronger than yours
I can outshout your taxing...

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Passed the old church at midnight
Night time dark, damp and windy
Thoughts about coming home to a warm bed
Hear sounds from the bushes and trees
Glimpsing human...

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amnesia sets in
selective memory
forgetting the gossip
written in a rhyme
poison inked words
splatter on the screen
to demean
to be mean
misjudge
tattle taler
repeat hater
carries on...
others pics forgotten
other words forgotten
hate fueled
hate...

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From Byron bay to Broome on rolling russet plains
beauty shine’s the Kimberly when the northern territory rains
My heart will always weep when the scent of...

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Packed all our bags and into the car 
A family of eight a dog from the bar
My father a publican hard worker as wife
deserved all...

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If roses are red
then violets are blue.
If you were as dumb as me
you'd have voted for Trump too.

This election just past,
I never wanted to sin
but...

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Fr. Time is with us today, again, or still, I guess I should say.

No, you just did.  
That would be redundant, 
to say it...

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