Best Shovelled Poems

Luloo was in a terrible rush 
Shovelled snow then fell on her tush
It isn't a joke - 
Her ankle got broke
But the snow's now turned into slush

GET WELL SOON LULOO

26th February 2016...

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Now let me share my shivery story, 
With random revelations shed some light -
Though I’m a dazzling glow but no glory, 
I’m much more than white mesmerising sight. 

I know around the globe I’m frowned upon, 
Shoved aside as unremarkable meme. 
Frosty and I, my...

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My snarling flash drive 
numbed my approach
as I drove fifty clicks
into the morning, still dark.
I did obeisance
to my tyrannical inbox,
it showed no mercy
to either side of the screen.
Everyone had an axe to grind,
not least of all me,
but the futureless kid at the traffic lights
would probably...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
         – mock my lonely echoed steps –
(struck like clicking castanets
      ...

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hear others out there, just beyond my wall-wrapped sharing space
  they break on through, sneaking inside my head
  far above, front-nosed pilots point high-flying seated people tubes
  passengers squeezed in tight, some feeling dread

  as jet engines cloud-buffet, amplifying reverberations
 ...

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One fine day while shovelling snow from upon my sidewalk
I noticed a huge hairy dog on a big shiny white rock
He wagged his little bushy tail and ran with jolly up to me
and lifted up his right hind leg and on my leg he peed
Redfaced...

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It was a gloomy day 
I walked through eerie halls, 
a note was left for me 
somewhere, between these castle walls. 

It said, "Secret Admirer," 
but whom would it be? 
I don't know of anyone who would do this 
I want to know, why me?...

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BROKEN DOWN ANGELS

It disny seem that long ago
Toddling and having fun,
Crawling then walking along the floor 
And learning how tae run.

Potty trained and full eh life
They’d run you af yer feet,
A kiss on the cheek and I love you
Wid make ye want tae greet.

The greatest...

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stand still

tis cold here 
on this Christmas day
frigid winds blow in
carry messages 
from the wide world

“PEACE ON EARTH”
good will toward men.
did angels really sing those words?
were they able to keep
straight faces?

we wish for Christmas
all the right thoughts in fuzzy cards
Santa Baby give me, give me
sugar...

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for Gertrud Widmayer

I am a coal-truck
Carrying gold dust.
Someone threw some
Coal-dust upon
My gold-dust.

I am a coal-truck
In a gold mine.
Someone struck a coal vein
And piled me full in vain.

I am a coal-truck
Covered in subterranean dust.
Someone shovelled my soil
And found an ancient bone
All coiled.

I am a coal-truck
Waiting for...

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An elf named Lotty lived in the North Pole, 
in charge of keeping Santa's fire in coal.
He lit, he shovelled, he scooped with delight, 
as the last toy was made on Christmas Eve night. 

By the fireside sat the sack full of toys, 
tied up...

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Here lies Father John with his mum
Who told everyone John was dumb
Her final scoff,
"What a RIP-off!
You must be as dumb as they come!"

Well, lightening soon struck their stone
And we heard that old lady moan
Beneath the cross
She yelled, "I'm boss!"
And I'll punish each shiftless bone!"

Father John...

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This piece was inspired by the idea of creating a piece in which each successive line contained one more letter than the previous one. 

I
Am
The
Best
Of men;
Honest
And true,
Faithful,
Loving and
Dependable.
Secrets left
Within my care
Remain, forever
Close to my heart.
Friends I made and
Those I have to find
Are the glue to...

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It was the work ethic that did it.
He just couldn’t get enough.
He would sit for hours and hours
Just contemplating the stuff
Until suddenly it was home time,
Getting on for half past four,
And he knew that in the morning
They'd have delivered plenty more.

After nearly a week they...

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You don't know how this feels,
  the pain compacting my chest,
the pressure bearing down,
  laying my heart to rest.
Ashes and dust assail me,
  filling my aching throat,
gasping and flailing, a drowning man
  unable to keep afloat.
I feel I'm in a grave
...

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