Best Whizzes Poems

Yellow spreads her flowered self all along my lane,
asking only for some warmth and a little rain.

She might pose as Daffodil or enjoy the fame
of the seeded beauty which bears our sun’s own name.

Yellow makes the perfect gift - roses for the friend
whom you know...

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Miles in a coaster, a day and hours elapsed, 
Felt the utmost relief when the whirling wheels halted; 
So weary and dizzy, even a smile seemed so hideous 
But an in peace slumber I desperately craved for;  	

Eyes wide-opened at the chirping of euphonious...

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It's Saturday morning and I'm off for another meander before the thunderstorms return. 

I start right in the middle of an industrialised farm, things grow here on invisible root systems.
Everything else is shiny grey.
However, this bit is public right of way.

Ahh, there's a chance I've...

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She steps up to the plate –smiling
The smile that fills you with hatred and embarrassment
When so often it is present.

This is no laughing matter.

The unliked by the team,
But still the needed captain.

The field is watching, waiting.
Bat up, she stances.
Eyes narrow.
The players tense –mechanically.
The pitch from...

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Cat-as-trophe

A purrrfect little kitten became a purrrfect cat,
With milk all round her whiskers and cobwebs as her hat.
She rubs against your jumper, just to say hello,
And leaves behind a hairy mess on you and your best throw.

Excitedly she’ll spring up high, swiping at a fly,
Just...

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baseball
first pitch
ball one
second
curves left
corner
of plate
strike one
deep sigh
third swing
connects
tall can
of corn
fielder
shades eyes
catch made
on deck
strides plate
pitcher
winds up
whizzes
past him
swings bat
menace
gets pitch
connects
home run
circle
bases
hero
crowd cheers!...

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oddly they swim where only yesterday
grass laid down and withered
having been subjected to the slasher’s blade

“Them be bin chickens” me mate once said
as we walked past them at the airport
not far from Tweed Heads

“bin chickens? I think not
as they plunge their long beaks 
into the...

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THE MAGIC BROOMSTICK 


There is a magic broomstick

Upon which witches ride,

On dark and spooky windy nights

Up into the air it glides.



Soaring over trees and hills

It travels far and wide

The magic cat sits on the back

His black face a grin from side to side.



Mr.Moon peeps through...

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Little by little,
slowly yet surely
like a ticking clock

to the earth fall
silvery droplets
from the rooftops;

cool, clear waters
into a crystal pool
on the ground form,

only to soon vanish
nowhere to be found,
sucked underground;
            
each droplet I watch 
while...

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peppy porcelain puppy poops on the floor
  wacky winged walrus whizzes on the door
enigmatic eonian elephant espies some bamboo
  clever castrated cormorant shrieks yahoo

brassiere-busting bonobo barfs on the table
  maniacal mystic monkey freaks on cable
sly sonambulent sloth bear slumbers in his cave
...

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I stare at divine's traquil sky,
Wondering, WHY...

Why, to my beloved wife, I have to say good bye
When  have not found the answer to my question, why?

I stare at her pretty face and, silently, cry,
Still not knowing, why.

She drips her tears into my heart as...

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Feel closed in and need a break
Take me far away to nowhere I care about
Just drive….
And let the wind blow through these kinky locks
Entangled with fears, dreams and lost passion
Give me speed
To free up the mind so knotted up
To perceive the world as it whizzes...

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Lost in the world of the dead
Carefully hiding yourself image
Masked face to hide scars
Self inflicting wounds to release pain
Are you done yet?

Hide, and hide, and hide your sorrow well
Dwell in your inclined premonitions
Don't move, you might be found
Gorge food to a point of disgust
Are you...

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Amidst my sleep, the cockcrow
Like a clamor from the crow
The murky eclipse _ still lying in 
rows

Precious sleep, how I need your 
grip
For the bulwarks won’t breath 
nor the dusky move a lip
As I vie with the whizzes _ 
curtains flip

Submerge my soul _ make...

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Like many heroes of mysterious Marvel Comics, 
Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange is a bolt of magic mix;
Spells of supernatural kinds he works, abundantly,
Crimsons, crystals, ice, rings, chains - in constant redundancy...!

Pile of pure pulverization and annihilation,
The Bolts of Balthakk has become eternal damnation; 
On any...

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