Best Sausages Poems

We loved to traverse the dense forest,
Where birds continued as they chorused,
Admiring on one side the tall pines,
Breathing their best fragrance from their vines.

On the...

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Love me or hate me
few people can take me
plain, unadulterated, true to myself
their compulsive need to gussy me up
or completely disguise me
gives me nightmares...
Horrible- horrible!

The...

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Once there was dingo, rabidly mad as he could be
who thought he was a Bruce of a man by how he spoke
But no man would...

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[Written during a twelve hour power cut caused by
Storms this past winter]

The storm that arrived in the depth of the night
Got even worse with the...

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 Let me take you by the hand, 
to St.Albans Abbey.
 At the far end of the lantern- lit cobbled alley.

 There's the Pines and...

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THE DRAGLINE  for Pete Brett 

One hundred foot boom 
 7-½-yard bucket 
The tracks are like 
 Ones on the tracks of a tank
They...

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I want to be a vegan
I want to give up meat
I want hemp DM's to wear upon my feet
No more burgers, sausages and no more...

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Is it that time?
my time to go.
do you have a warrant?
wait a while,
till the rain dials down.
Not want to ruin the suit,
need to look my...

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she clarifies bacon grease 
to make the popcorn
once it is in the bowl 
add seasoning with butter
a tad of garlic, sea salt, sugar
the layers of...

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When fragrances of candles and sachets
	come wafting to me as I shop, I close
	my eyes a moment, think of childhood days,
	and smile. I loved the...

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have you heard of the cloud appreciation society?
Jesus Christ
cloud spotters
points for clouds
you got ya stratocumulus
I just saw a cumulus congestus tower
thirty points for that
fifty-five points...

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A priest once told me that the lump
on my hand was a ganglion,
a fortress of fat besieged by health.
At last it burst and the hand...

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Waffles - Sunday night supper
Butter melting yellow in the
Crispy, tiny square pockets,
Sweet maple syrup and fat sausages,
Glow of lamplight flickering
On dining room window panes
And the...

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Ted Cogger is our local butcher and he’s been here seven years;
full forward for the footy team and drinks a nightly seven beers.
He played one...

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British people asked for 30 minutes to eat their breakfast before being evacuated from Terrorist Threat.

When in Britain I like to sit down
To a full...

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