Best Stragglers Poems

If ever a moment in real life deserved a romantic, melancholy
backing track, it would have been that one ... we'd spent the
entire afternoon at Ferry...

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I look at her and I can see
a woman approaching slowly 
the land of old age, her 
night-black hair invaded by
lonely grey strands, stragglers
of an...

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Our Mate Charlie Brummell
Yes mate we went a droving back in nineteen fifty eight, 
The drovers cook was pretty rough, he couldn`t wash a plate....

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On a walk companioned by my Muse along the sylvan meadows
We wandered away to delightful realms in unclouded ambience
Don’t know how long I rambled warming...

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Oh my God the geese!

Standing in my yard
while wave after wave of them
fly over the roof of the house
from the NW to the SE.

Each wave...

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Like rain cloud stragglers that co-exist 
Darker shaded sky, vastly does persist 
Sunset begins and yellow sets the stage  
In front, we’re windmills of...

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     by how many badbyes can you measure the length of your day

        ...

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The morning has started with a trace of a dew
An ascent through the tussock ignites the new day
Trailing huntaways eager to work on the ewes
Awaited...

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As day falls into dusk I sit alone,                 ...

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Darkness falls 
Here & everywhere –
Night falls 
Bats & owls rule in the darkness; 
When will dawn be born?
When will Soja-man count 
Counting the myriad...

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The weather man on the local radio station had forecast a blizzard.
It was Saturday. Many folks were out shopping on this beautiful sunny day, 
one...

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I love my solitary matins,
morning excursions and incursions
toward simply divine places,
reading to hear voices from my past
Interior Landscape prophesy 
occupy BeLoved community futures.

In this sacred...

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First frost has come overnight, and the quaking aspens have blanketed the hills with brilliant splashes of amber.  Even the ruts in the driveway,...

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(or, "Your Old Stomping Ground")

There’s a secretary that I know
whose husband recently died
But life somehow continues as before
She has to keep replicating the myth
that everything’s...

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The day is dying
The half-moon is faltering
In its nocturnal crawl
Across the gloomy sky

As the sleepy village goes to bed
Under the inky dark African sky
Stragglers are...

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