Best Swags Poems

Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and...

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High above the quiet, darkened streets of January, the night wind begins to whisper secrets through my apartment window casements. Far below me lie four...

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A Bagman

There he walked an unknown Bagman, 
who camped upon the track. 
So sad he seemed this Swagman, 
his jingling billy burnt and black. 
Yes...

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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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January 22, 2024
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Divergent viewpoints can...

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I believed that I was rural … that I lived in country style,
where the city was close handy … that big distance was a mile.
Trains...

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I’ve sorted spuds at Cora Lynn, picked asparagus at Vervale, 
Cherries in the Dandenong’s, beans on the Thompson close to Sale,
I’ve picked apples out at...

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bake the goodies
bake the snacks
snack tray covered
snack tray to taste
taste the cookies
taste the candy
candy cane the tree
candy cane the swags
swag the tables
swag the doors
door bell...

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free spirit of spring: a new foliage
wraps the air; vagabond sunset awakes
upon colored tones,
mounds  of rosebud lips drip of 
citrine sensation…how beautiful they are,...

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Billy Buttons
under  the 
Celery Pines

free verse 

Billy Button's downy foliage
Burst open with large gold blooms.
Midst thousands of dandelion's green
Above, celery pines tip their plumes.

Grasslands...

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We scratched and scrapped and piled it together,
thin as cobwebs, like molted bird feathers,
spread out on the frozen lawn,
a gossamer frosting in early dawn,
a meager,...

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Christmas fills the air
With scent of goodies to share,
Pinecones, poinsettias weaved swags;
Wishes in stockings and Santa's bag,
Kitties snuggle and puppy tail wags.

A Christmas Wish,
Shooting star...

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As summer fields grow plump yet mild,  
I dimly lay with swags of blooms      
Outlined by duskfall  I...

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Twisted
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Horrie's words became confused and twisted
though careful people (like me) thought we understood.

What I could not understand 
was his appearance -
that golden beard become unruly
and...

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A Cowboy is.

Out on the stock route 10 mile days
Keep those cattle moving
He hopes there’s grass and water, prays
His seat he won’t be losing……..watch them...

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