Best Struth Poems

For ten months now I’ve brooded over coming second place
in the pickle section deeming, it no less than a disgrace.
It was written plain and simple, so there can be no excuse,
that the pickles in this section must be made from local produce. 

So my asparagus...

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"Circadian"



In the garden
I planted for you,
somewhere in 
the unplundered
Territory of Hypothalamus,
I found a flower 
who’s name was
You Wouldn’t Know the Truth
“God Help Us”
cried the lost 
Praying Mantis,
“Hear this, the journey
towards Light 
incurs a deep dive 
into Dark Matters bleak,
there in the centre
of betrayal and lies...

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My mind was trying
To make fantasies
Of my memories.
But struth,
For me
I would rather live
In reality
Than seek a land
Of fading things.
My mind's eye
Now sees the world
With a welcoming
Hoping this reality
Surpasses dreaming.
Remember this, I plead.
One can get lost
In a place
They never wish
To leave....

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I was asked to read some poetry down at an old folks home,
Where they'd lost need for toothbrushes, and naturally a comb,
That is the blokes of course, who are gummy, stooped and bald, 
And closing on a hundred years, which most can't be recalled.

The women...

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One Saturday some years ago, at a market in Rokeby,
a voice was calling from behind and then caught up with me.
It was Shaun O’Malley at the rear that stopped me for a chat,
dressed in a pair of dungaree’s and probably Irish hat.

“How are you Shaun?”...

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Feels like I've faded in to the back ground
And still even now confedence one lacks
Jaded, the fact inner peace is still unfound
But no paint brush will ever fill them cracks

Now looking at my reflection in the mirror
Is one that just seems so old and so...

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Feels like I've faded in to the back ground
I got so used of being behind the senses
Jaded, the fact inner peace is still unfound
Still now I'm trying to live my lost dreams

Now looking at my reflection in the mirror
Is one that just seems so old...

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I’d never been outside Victoria except once on the Murray,
where we fished for near a week only giving carp some curry,
but of course that was my highlight going on that camping trip.
I talked so much about it that it gave me mates the pip.

“Struth!” Bill...

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I could tell Nan’s getting bored with her knitting and crochet,  
and her interest has been waning with the C-W-A.
To think the help I offered had become a huge regret -
I introduced my Nan to games played on the Internet. 

On Sunday arvo’s we...

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Words cloud a truth
My mind cannot speak
Heart filled with struth
For Its her i do seek

A mind pure as silk
Bound with devilish twine
Souls of similar ilk
Her spirit with mine

Parted by oceans
Of time and of space
Longing hearts yearn
At a galloping pace

Nobody can live
On dreamtime alone
Like lancing ones...

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I hate wearing flamin’ suits and I hate wearing rotten ties, 
but if eating in a ‘glitzy’ restaurant, then I have to realize,
I can’t go wearing shorts and singlets or my best pair of thongs,
and can’t go getting rotten drunk or sing Kevin Wilson songs.

I...

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Bert was in a phone booth
Phoning his girlfriend Ruth
To say their courtship was over
He preferred his dog Rover
For company...struth...

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You are a good, good Creator
Who spoke and there was light
Long before there was day and night

You are a good, good Creator
Yes, God is good, God is good
The devil’s a bad, bad devil, ‘struth

You’re Alpha and Omega, Aleph-Taf
Majesty in Three, most ardent of lovers
You do...

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Do you ever wonder what is behind their eyes
You know those things they will try to disguise
Are they as tough as they try to be
Forsaking tenderness as not meant for me

But when it matters to know the truth
Is all they say Oh Hell and Struth...

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You work all your life
Trying to avoid another's knife
For they will try it on
And then be gone

To scheme and to plan
To make them grand
But just telling the truth
And they will retreat saying 'struth!

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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