Best Veldt Poems

I try not to read
other people's stuff,
too much.
Cause when I do,
I'm left with
this disquieting feeling
that it's all been said,
and much better.
That's why I hate
that damned Bukowski
so much.
For days after
I am derivative
and imitative.
I can't live with him.
I can't live without him,
and I drive him out the...

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War

Were you lost in the war,
tween the Poms n the Boer
Bush Veldt Carbineers, 
for sure, one time.

Did death interfere, 
enlisted no fear, dumb time,
Were you in the trench, 
with the dead oh the stench,
When lice were chewing just fine, 
Kaiser Bill’s, machine gunner’s , did...

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IF I COULD TURN BACK THE HANDS OF TIME....

If I could turn back the hands of time,
To sight of green grass and colourful flowers nod together,
In warm, quiet and friendly whisper in the midday breeze,
The language I could clearly treasure and understand,
Under the verdant branches...

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HARRY THE BREAKER
Harry galloped through the Mulga           (13% protien animal tucker)
On a game horse Bunga Din
The Brumbies galloping on Tolga
Were yarded with a grin
Every station had a well fed horse
A bit too mean to ride...

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Blue Iris, 
Grimoire gondolas steal unbound human yawns,
Each Charon poised with sallow spear along the River:
Austere laughter of headless boughs 
sipping grave-scented spiritual kisses.

Gruel to Drinking Fear you do coerce,
Till evil flees the dawn within its hearse.
I shall not warn my successors, no—instead
I shall laugh...

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A tribute to Ray Bradbury's The Veldt


Spoiled
by Carson Eelman


The nursery is a curious place
a place where dreams came true
inside lied an African Veldt.
In there the leaves would sway,
as the grass danced in the wind,
the lions roar, the sun beats hot,
it seems so real but know...

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We shall meet again, my friend
in Johannesburg, my friend
After the revolution

Ha! Ha! Ha!
We shall dine on gold plates
And wine on rich red blood

We shall roam the open veldt
from Pietersburg to Natal
Cape Town to Port Elizabeth
Our spears raised in triumph
Our poisoned arrows in their sheaths
Our teeth...

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Don't tell me you love me
I've heard it before
The words have no meaning
I need to have more
Don't tell me you need me
That might not be true
For words without substance
Mean less than they do

Actions speak louder than words
I know what you're saying
But, I haven't heard
You have...

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NOSTALGIA

When the yellow sun reflects rosy hue on the east,
It will find me awake and waiting,
For I must go home this time!
All I require is an eighty-passenger engine to roar me through,
And when I feel engulfed in the ever whirling dust,
I will know I have...

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Despite countless factorial permutations
& combinations, this cyber surfer avails two alms
seeking succor asper Somerset Maugham.

Mom mee whiz able to sic cure human bondage,
boot metastatic carcinoma snatched such balms
when tethered in utero umbilical connection,
etched bromide, which hankering calms
embryonic sensation this corporeal being lacks
constantly subjected to exams

from...

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Grass


A Man of discernment the grass he gazes
With invariable appetite as a cow that grazes;
Grass in plains meanders with admiration,
And up the hills in its converse undulation-
He’s green, not with envy, but admiration!

The Idiot who laid a carpet, forgetting grass
His mind is dowdy and his...

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Four hundred fifty and seven hours
When all we owned were April showers
Taking a chance on a pixelated face 
Became the preferred post-coup de grace  

You elected against the unpolished show
When you tossed the dice atlas in tow
Our nerves had a knack for steering the...

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It is two o’clock and the sun is shining.
Its  rays are shimmering on the ground.
The rain had come with perfect timing.
School is out, and boys fooling around.

The rays are reflected from high above
and the rain has fallen at the usual time.
Why does it happen...

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ZEBRA    COMPLAINT

My mom gave me these stripes at birth: 
In the veldt they‘ve proved their worth
For hidin’ from predators
Or National Geographic editors,
But in practice these stripes are a major 
Eye-catcher not to mention privacy-destroyer. 
Even the Budweiser Clydesdales can splash 
In the...

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The great cats are divine,
they might lay like kittens at your feet
but they walk like masters of the veldt,
their rippling forms are a shadow, a dream,
to the breathless advance of the jungle steam
rolling over your heavily beating heart,
and they hear... 
you might fear of the...

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