Best Tins Poems

copper tins on shelf
gleaming panner’s gold
— priceless faux lighting

4/2/2018...

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I'll bet this set of rusty shears have a story they could tell,
of the loneliness and broken backs in a land that's hot as hell,
where...

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Twice a month on our tiny little Isle
A group of heroes go that extra mile
Wearing protective clothing they clean the beach
Removing vast amounts of rubbish...

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An email just received is a sham,
stating swine flu comes from tins of ham,
but don’t get a fright,
for this is not right,
when the email claims...

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He’s just a dog, a mongrel pup that fitted in me hand,
short haired, tan and white, with needs of high demand,
he’s whingy and he’s whiny,...

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Dad had threatened for some time, to reclaim the land behind the shed,
where rubbish over many years, had stockpiled but now instead
of being easy to...

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day in the life of a coal miner 

in the darkness you hear them
their boots clumping along the cobbled stones
not dawn yet ...yet still they...

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The old cookie lady lived in an old house, on an old street in a very old part of the city.
She wasn’t tall, she wasn’t...

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Halloween: Safety First Then Fun!!! 
     By the Poets Listed After the Poem 

Happy day getting candy treats while dressed like...

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Mottled bodies inside and out
Needled veins black and about
Eyes dark through unsleepened nights
Lying in door ways that's about right.

Bottles and tins surround my life
Once i...

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CABIN FEVER

A dream comes true, a nice log cabin within a glade in the forest
Bought as advertised; with not a soul to be seen, this...

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Tongues loose, tongues in a hangman’s noose
Wag without care to declare nonsense
As wisdom salvaged from the sluice
Where nonsense whacked common sense 

Lost in a sea...

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The swell and surge of surf 
whispers tinnitus conched
on titanium sunken tankers 
that rock restlessly on far reef,

as children play unheeded
building imagined bastions,
nursery rhymes drown
turning...

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I do so love harvest thanksgiving, 
That time of year which celebrates agriculture, 
When church flips from being god-centred, 
To remembering farmers and good food...

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Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages...

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