Sport Identity Poems

To go out with friends
Without having a care in the world
To find people
who just get me
And accept me the way I am
To be good at...

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Game overs setting court
Played out opponents
Who's best at grass?
Good on ya sport.'...

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IN A TIME OF MICRO-IDENTITIES

At my Unitarian Universalist Society 
no one is Jane Doe or Jack Spratt anymore!
A person being introduced or referenced for their...

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I have never lost my zest for fun and laughter
Though long since I could jump a rope
Still enjoy the punchline remembered after

I have forgotten the...

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We started as one person, but the cell split
Into two, identicals. 
Called “The twins”
Twinsies
The Stone Twins.
Neither of us had a name.

“You can have them both,”...

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Out of the job, looking for work, 
Will do whatever needs to be done,
Have been the words I’ve said every day, 
Ever since my redundance...

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Obsessed with harmony,
I write this allegory:

Once there were two rival kings, 
Actually brothers.
Each always (or at least often) thought:
Only my God exists.
They thought not of...

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By Robert (Bob) Moore (©2015)

The gun shearer has gone now, like many other things
the shearing sheds are empty, and wools no longer king
gone now like...

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I am not you, never deprived the nutrition of my heritage. 

I am not you, never whipped into submission. 

I am not you, never married...

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You see them all the time,
the Stepford wife 
and her counterpart,
the bronzed over, buffed high sheen,
man bun walking in skinny jeans,
so tight they squeak...
HIPSTER as...

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We ride across the desert sands
Like pirates out at sea. 

Two Humvees accompany me 
 12 gypsies all we be

We fly the Jolly Roger, a...

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My physical self is pitiful

I have been incapacitated since an early age

Inadequate in every regard

My body is a useless shell

Luckily, this place is beyond basic...

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Paris by Learjet

Not to be provocative with opulence would be preposterously insane
Being obscenely wealthy makes one open to more fun and games
Embrace the pompous lascivious...

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