Best Trundle Poems

I long to fold my eyes and softly creep

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How I loved spending a week of the summer holidays with my grandparents. Gramps would come and pick me up in his old pick- up...

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Take elsewhere on your tongue
Ponder seldom being wrong
Slip away where near is rare
Battle lions in their lair
Educate the underclass
Run fingers over broken glass
Tell time again...

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There was no joy when I gave birth,
Scary words kept getting worse.
When my baby boy was born
Every face was quite forlorn.
He came fresh from our...

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Variations on the Malay Pantun : The Old Man and the Short Story (Continued)

  for Georges VOISSET, the "Master Keeper-Nurturer" of the Malay Pantun

Check...

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RIDING THE TRAIN

Catchin' the train to the city makes an interesting day
Peak hours all the workers going to earn their pay
Many nationalities all different in...

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Fields swayed with golden rye
As on my bike, I trundled by.
A gentle breeze cooled my brow
As I passed some languid cows.

Some lay down, chewing cud
Some...

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Café Watch


Sitting in a café, watching life pass by.
People rushing into shops; important stuff to buy.
Groups of foreign workers, stopping, shaking hands;
Local people bustling by...

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Transitional Tears


A r d u o u s  day, both sunny and gloomy.

the payment sought — a trundle of great worth.

My tender eyes in...

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Continues the translation of the great Dante's poem written 700 years ago,
 probably the most important poetry ever written in the human story

When my mind...

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Spenserian sonnet

To Trundle Beach we turn to find our fun
with fam'ly on vacation ev'ry June.
Relaxing, romping, ready for some sun,
we traipse the trails with youngsters...

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From claggy Bedders and Hornets hump,
From Cordell, Laws and Radar.
We trundle merry like a thump
To see Fab Adies sock.

In hoodie cloves and clippy breeze;
In Disco...

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He floats along in his porcelain tub
on an evening sea of gold
and the ruby eyed fish wink at the child
as he shivers alone in the...

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Ah, the "daily grind" ...
          spin, spin, the big stone wheels,
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Oh, happy are the people who
have loads of chums, both old and new,
who stop and pass the time of day,
or join them when they dine...

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