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 curled,
stray stars and stripes adorning,
sent from the netherworld.

I wander through the garden
with nothing on my mind
and say 'I beg your...

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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 cafes, all in sync as they awaken from daytime hibernation to begin an evening ritual of turning on lights, welcoming...

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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. 
Hector he was fifty two, when he burnt our damper bread, 
Uncle Charley had to show him how, to cook...

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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 mate he'd been away with friends, 
crossed the sea at any rate. 
The Somme so cruel brought deadly ends, 
bullet...

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January 22, 2024
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Divergent viewpoints can arise
Whilst triumphant variously savor
Glorious tune of achievement,
Gain glory as godly guile
Whilst booming into spring blooms
In fervor of zeal, vow faithfully
God...

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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 and buses ferried daily; a freeway ran close by …
comforts of the modern world easily reached with hand or eye.

All...

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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 Labertouche and made a tidy quid,
But I’ve never picked an orange, and it’s time I bloody did.

I spoke to Billy...

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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 ring
door covered with lights 
light up house
light up tree
tree the ornaments
tree the Angel
angel hair the mantle
angel blare the stereo
stereo blast...

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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 wave contently in the fields
Missouri golden rods climb the hill.
Broom beard grass and buffalo clover
Send subtle earthy scents, cross my...

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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, enough
to rustle hundreds of maiden’s smiles: and while
the swags of spring cuddles gemmed lilacs and
dewed tulips--- a plump view shapes...

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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 arms and legs so thin.

Another change was Horrie's girlfriend choosing,
a twisting of reasons why he chose -
a girl made rich...

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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 across the sky.
A glimpse of Santa Claus
And Rudolph's luminescence red-nose,
Sleigh bells beneath twilight

Whispers and music on beaming lips,
Gifts and bows...

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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, stingy December snow,
hardly enough to foster a glow
from the Christmas lights candycane twirled
about the evergreen swags softly whirled.

A new sled...

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As summer fields grow plump yet mild,  
I dimly lay with swags of blooms      
Outlined by duskfall  I can feel ;
The heavens flaming realms beyond 
Just when his ghostly light appears,

While all the flowers scent the wind
New ...

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clouded omens across code

the objective fact of the atmosphere here
starves even the most modest
ambitions of fish outside their home waters

journey of yearning mundane
day-glow gradients of green
scales gasping 
toward the summit

regret etched in the eyeball
a penumbra casting its subtle shadow
lips rest in swags of exhausted lassitude
beleaguered
by...

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