Best Slunk Poems

PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went...

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There was an elusive little guy often espied during World War Two,
And who he was and whence he came no one ever really knew!
He was...

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Jungle by night

In the far jungle
The big bear of darkness lay
Crouched all night on leafy ground.

It glared through eyes of
Oil lamps of far away huts.
When...

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I wrote a great book, part memoir, part novel
Shopped it around, I ain’t too proud to grovel
Got kicked upstairs to a big publishing head
He invited...

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Now legends tell in History 
    of events that shook the world.
But nothing compares to the show we had 
  ...

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If I drove to the mountain top,
	could I talk to God?
If He spoke when I reached
	would He say I treat the planet odd?
If I swam...

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An idiot driver cut in front of me on the freeway
Just because they did not get the big picture 
I have to slam on my...

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The calico cat sat firmly 
on my quill.
I commanded she get off,
it was my will!

She slanted her green eyes
and hissed.
Here, sat a fierce feline poet,...

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The rec was where we dug sandy tunnel dens 
in danger of collapse.There I fired my catapult 
on a group of three children some distance...

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I'm not afraid of dogs
  Why, they're as harmless as frogs
First they growl and bark at me
  Then they lift up their leg...

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Jazz was born beneath a heap of rubble,
An abandoned stray, her life was a poem
The more she shivered, slunk and tried to hide
The more she...

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It started with a drink I drank till drunk
when I started to wonder if I'd blink till blunk.

As I opened my eyes in a stink...

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Something sits slunk in the corner
Am I the only mourner?
This stranger rocks weeping 
it has been sleeping

It has awoke to find 
its nightmare was not...

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In a land of endless saltbush stretching miles across the plains
Of western New South Wales where it rarely ever rains,
And the temperature is searing on...

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Paint By Numb -brrs

A picture was there, all cut up with
lines forming strange shapes.  I
seldom knew what the picture was
or if it ever became...

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