Best Waterholes Poems

The brumby of Australia, not known to be well bred
Some are tough as leather, but that not often said
More criticised that praised, for damage that they do
Muddying the waterholes, as cattle never do

The biggest problem that they have, their wish to have a roll
Find some...

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Love your neighbour.
Bomb them to Hell

Peace be upon you.
Off with their heads

Blessed are the poor.
We shall exploit them

Feed the hungry.
Poison their waterholes

Help the homeless.
Herd them into refugee camps

We are equal in the eyes of our God.
Let women be our slaves

There is dignity in labour.
Prostitute yourself

Respect...

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Oceans are vast breaking toward a shore
Harbors for sealife, both timid and brave
Sun is stolen by sea: tales in folklore
sunsets seem to melt into ocean's waves.

A stark vastness in deserts robed in sand
Vicinity where mind tags dreams for play
teasing of waterholes, though none at hand
Shadows...

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In the change of the season, fears fills life in the bush
The weak parish ,the strong survive, summers hot hell sky
The dry spell ends and the cowboys check out the waterholes
A constant fight for seasonal torture in this unforgiving land
The stream runs through the woodland...

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Roses can be green

The globalized world is a grey blanket
the common language and culture (consumerism)
A haze of foul jollity and hollow laughter
lost minds, save elephants and waterholes

life is self-indulgent a rush into the arms of self
where the famous chef wears a toupee.

Roses are blue, the...

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A Place Not Meant To Be
           
PART: II            (699 of 1487 words)

#9: Days of Paper Roses
Do the numbers--dogs don't count--just survives!
Then everything, be as...

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The Pride of Lions 

The interior of Algarve has in the summer heat 
an African feel, waterholes are getting smaller
and mules must be careful not to be caught by
lions that lurk in the chaff, seed of things made
golden by the sun, but ultimately just T....

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Roses are not blue

The world as one is a grey blanket of nothing
The same language, the same culture (consumerism)
A haze foul of jollity and hollow laughter.
Lost minds save the elephant and waterholes

Life is self-indulgent rush into the arms of self
And movies of no consequence.

Roses are...

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Red-wing blackbirds symbolize protection, good luck, and even prosperity. They’re a reminder that something else is out there watching over us and guiding us when necessary - Quote by Vanessa K. Eccles
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Zorro of lakeshores, coasts,
waterholes amidst tall reeds
Redkissed on wings, nicely earned
proud yellow shining badges,
worries...

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Like a late afternoon afterthought,
a sudden, heavy downpour drenches
and floods the parched marshland.

Here and there, across what once was 
a mirror lake, wet grasses cast swaying, 
tapering shadows in the dying light.


As the skyline fades into the twilight,
exultations throaty and raucous echo
from new puddles, fresh...

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The yellow dying sun throws lingering light
As the hills are bathed in pastel colours towards night
The trees are filled with pink galahs
And you can hear their incessant chattering from afar

The kangaroos get up and slowly hop around
As they graze near waterholes on dusty ground
Those that...

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Roses are not blue

The world as one is a grey blanket of nothing
The same language the same culture (consumerism)
A haze foul of jollity and hollow laughter.
Lost minds save the elephant and waterholes

Life is a self-indulgent rush into the arms of self
And movies of no consequence.

Roses...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Random Thoughts
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: March/2013

Whale kisses,
                 and baby seals -
Snowflakes on windshields -
                  Bubble's floating in the air - Marshmallow clouds, 
             ...

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Roses are not blue

The world as one is a grey blanket of nothing
The same language, the same culture (consumerism)
A haze foul of jollity and hollow laughter.
Lost minds save the elephant and waterholes

Life is self-indulgent rush into the arms of self
And movies of no consequence.

Roses are...

Continue reading...

Roses are not blue

The world as one is a grey blanket of nothing
The same language, the same culture (consumerism)
A haze foul of jollity and hollow laughter.
Lost minds save the elephant and waterholes

Life is self-indulgent rush into the arms of self
And movies of no consequence.

Roses are...

Continue reading...