Best Walkabout Poems

The nights were long
and my days seem short
had to do something
so I left my port

A one-way ticket
on a greyhound bus
a compelling journey
inner feeling must trust

first...

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I've been on a walkabout with death
He keeps trying for my last breath

But I will not go gently or quietly anywhere
Anywhere I want, most wouldn't...

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In shot snap seconds, everything changed.
The horror was sudden -
a shatter-shower of bullets
bouncing off rock.
The picnic I'd laid so carefully
blew apart - black olives
tossed into...

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“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its...

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I left in desperation 
when hunger drove me out,
Left behind a home and family 
when I went walkabout.
I left all the cities,
moved through the country...

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In the land of Oz, we're all fair dinkum,
Every bloke, Sheila and Healer too.
By crikey mate, if you get us started,
You'll regret the day I...

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our hearts were once joined,
 
now apart the degrees
 
of separation are burning,
 
my wounds are weeping 
 
there is no other day
 
 
...

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Heartbreak brings more strength
By: Ireland Dowd

Heartbreak is like a lit candle that is blown out.
Everything you know is only doubted.
A sad flashback of the memories...

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I was raised in the sticks where you never saw a cop
It was easily a two mile walk to the school bus stop

How I got...

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nette onclaud
Contest Name	PERSONIFICATION OF JANUARY


Ferrets revenge

January made me sadder
February was very dark,
March had a little madness,
Ferret bit the postman aaark.

Chased the Postman up the footpath,
Stop...

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When the rains come down
And the dark clouds fill the sky
The old men go walkabout
 When the rains come down
And the earth no longer dry
The...

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Except for an occasional
firm tug on my bristly neck,
daily walks were enjoyable.
I really don’t mind, what the heck
I get to sniff the things I love:
Poop,...

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Grab your gun, check the amo. Lock it back. Take a look out on
the world and fade to black. Go berserk. Lie your
conscience in the...

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Lake Eliza
Out by poor old  Lake Elisa lived a moody ancient miser.
Who bemoaned his fate throughout the livelong day.
lived further west than Isa out...

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Blurry e-motion
Waiting on words;
Upheaval swirls


Meal time posture
Food court harvest;
Same old stuff


Chinatown fringe 
Walkabout excursion;
Hot humid weather chokes


Word for word jazz
Relevance juxtaposed;
Poignant verse strains 


Book store...

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