Best Tye Poems

all time
different kind
same time
not all mine
illustrating sublime
sounds of chime
no more time
it's a sign
wouldn't pay a dime
warn out overtime
should be a crime
smells of daytime
-ugly piece
you left...

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LOST IN BRITAIN

Poling, Patching, Nether Wallop, 
Matching Tye and Droop

Plumpton, Lickfold, Puddletown, 
Westward Ho! and Throop.

Hole of Horcum, New Invention,
Boghead, Frome, Cat's Ash

North Piddle, Staines...

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Let’s hve haggis and drinks mi luve
Find de bes ina de ole land 
Lay yu head on mi chest mi luve
Whilst wi dance musik wid...

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Die Lewens gang 

So dwaal ek rond in die lewens gang 
vol van verlange en oral teen di mure 
hang potrete van herineringe. 

Die tyd...

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perhaps i should have looked away 
my mind takes me back to the general store 
of black liquorish sticks red cobble stone walk ways 
the...

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Women over 50 are Invisible
(according to one source)

But…isn’t that a superpower?

Please don’t notice me
wearing the same black leggings
three days in a row
Content to sit on...

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Bare,
Yet fair,
None can compare.
To the nude silver branches and barren expanses,
That the cool of winter doth bring.
Unless you equate the way the birds sing,
In the...

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‘Twas December, two thousand two;
Christmas, of course, and my main thought -
Decking the halls on Tye Avenue.

With a broken leg, I’m in a stew, ...

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Tiny orbs of iridescence,
Rainbow clear and glitter,
sparkle, shine, shimmer,
Innocent and bitter.
Twinkle twinkle little sphere,
lilting to and fro,
Dancing on the jasmine breath,
Of kisses angels blow.
Oil slick...

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Christians are Jews!
whether you like it or not.
For Christ was a Jew,
and we follow his cue.
Stand without hatred.
Love all that are mated.
His soul bared,
'cause tye...

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laying in the bath tub
he threw up again
devouring the headache
addicted to his worst enemy
i cant tell you the symphony she played upon her arms
the sharpness...

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When did it all end
Summer time out of school and summer best friends
Trying to swim in a creek with water only to your shins
Trips on...

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written in octaves

Tom gathers broken branches
and stubs his toes on roots.
Tywhoppity’s rich bottom
is tidied up each autumn.
The ache and pain he stanches
to reap September fruits.
Tom...

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POEM 27 JUST A FRIEND  

 HE IS JUST A FRIEND . 

 HE OFF ANY THING HE GOT SO WHY SHOULD I BE...

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She will probably be dressed to the sevens but riding a goat.
I could not wait to see her, my Great Aunt, Myrtle Van Poat.
I think...

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