Bluestone Poems - Poems about Bluestone

...Neosoul and swing a melonic groove is how she fashioned his music. A term of endearment. They styled the ollabartions from words one word supported the other. A circa when with the lyrics. A ......

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...I just keep seeing them, the hooves pounding those old rain-soaked cobblestones, somewhere in the back of my mind. I feel the creeping fog against someone else’s skin, not mine. An old iron la......

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...He was a gentle gentleman. Quiet and refined, Patient and kind. He lived alone In a small house Made of bluestone Without a spouse. No encumbrances at all He had no wish for a wife, To com......

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...New Moon new, new tune It’s a lovely afternoon New broom sweeping the town And spiritual cleansing is scattered all around The wind is blowing lightly And the race is running politely The crow......

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...There’s a bluestone building near the Calder, east of Castlemaine, One hundred yards back off the highway, beyond a tree filled lane. For one hundred years this building stood alone at Faraday se......

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...THE HAUNTING MYSTERY OF STONEHENGE It’s a prehistoric landmark, built five thousand years ago, who actually constructed it, we still don’t really know. Standing near Salisbury, England on t......

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...Over a hundred years ago in the bush of west Queensland the cure all for everything was, a mixture of axle grease blue stone and arsenic. It was known to heal up skin cancer, sore backs......

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...a didactic poem When eloquence leaves you a’wanting, if verbal effluence you’re flaunting, should your audience appear daunting, kiss the Blarney Stone. I climbed the circular tower, reac......

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...LOOK AT EM CRAWLING... At the old Darreel pub out near Mungindi.... Trapper Joe he rode up, he come from Boggabri... The DTs were bad with this poor old bugger Jack... Look at em crawling he di......

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...A distant dampness wrings the air. A weight most profound presses chest as indrawn breath holds silent; in the stonehedge of overwhelming gloom. So, the mighty have fallen auguries of a mortal ......

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