Long Arsed Poems

"come on, get your coat off, its bloody ten too"
not even eleven and there forming a que
"just a barmaid" thats what they say
service with a smile, expected all day
we are more than just pint pourers...

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Sugar Maple was a beautiful tree
Just as pretty as a tree can be
With a solid and straight trunk so strong
And reaching ever up with graceful arms
Sugar Maple was enjoying some little fame
From folks near and...

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For years I roamed this land,
without any real care for the world,
not one place to often,
before I'd move on again.

I'd picked work up here and there,
only to feed my habits,
alcohol, gambling and drugs,
was really the...

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The shop floor view of the newly promoted

Oh to be the factory foreman and to wear a posh white coat
Just the thought of all that power brings a lump right to your throat
No more dirty...

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She pulls the past together,
gathering weeds, twisting kelp,
squeezing minnows of memory
through shrinking nets.
 
My ex-wife phones
from a former home,
a village by the sea
now sinking
on a shelving shore.

"Brian the pub-crawler
took another tumble
he now gets rat-arsed on...

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Figuratively Speaking... a compendium

I’m having slugs for dinner
Twelve dozen on toast
Some people turn their nose up
Apparently that’s gross

I’m joining metal plates
Using heat to make them meld
I haven’t got it finished yet
It’s not the end of...

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1. A dangerous vision coveting another,
blurred by envy to need a mental monocle.
she burns in such deadly blast
not to realize the soul already promulgate itself
to the better one.
Nothing can serve as a wake up call
to...

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She pulls the past together, gathering weeds,
squeezing minnows of memory through shrinking nets.

My ex-wife phones from a former home,
a village by the sea now sinking
on a shelving shore.

‘Brian the pub-crawler took another tumble
he now gets...

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VOYAGE
we got to the shore
with a common goal to score
who sees us through the vast?
the lot was cast
it fell on  goat 
to paddle the boat afloat

never was such a story told
but who could be...

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My dreaming suns tapered into groves
Of mandrake plants and roots of cleft shadows,
When the bootstrapped heels of tramping dusk
Kicked my reveries that they dissolved to dust and husk,
Bowling in a spiral down a nightshade path,
Fracturing...

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Have no pity for the overweight,
the out of breath at the garden gate,
the struggling in and out of cars,
cnsumer of syrup and chocolate bars.

Walking sticks and mobility scooters,
the difficult bras encasing hooters.
Red faced men and...

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"Immolation"



I move into you 
like a roaring Queensland Summer
You’re overtaken by heat, yet think I’m unobtainable

I’m too far away

A grown-arsed man 
owns the footsteps he walks in 
travels his world

scared of a woman 
gone 
grown-arsed...

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How busy, busy is the life
Fat-arsed but Oh so humble Bumble Bee
He has no worries. What a simple life
Unhappy. How can he be?

He trundles round my garden where my roses grow
He is so gentle and...

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Whilst arching in a turtle-neck
A breeze blew softly by,
Too young to have a nosebleed,
Instead I made it cry.

‘What have you seen, where do you go?’
I wondered up aloud.
‘I’m off to see the Nondle,’
It answered like...

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What I've become I really despise 
My life compiled of deceit & lies 
Empty words lacking truth
A deceptive nature stemmed from youth
No feelings of guilt nor remorse felt
Lying with ease not a moment dwelt
Exceptionally tangled web weaved
Ensuring...

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Passionless lies turns to unmoved bigots thoughts 
with emotionless half arsed hearts consumed by hate 
splitting hairs we all know fact from fiction 

Try to claim killing the unborn is care giving 
then this retro...

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Through all my changes I was a dreamer
  and lived a trepidation and a ruse,
but when she lay bare and I between her
  I lived the dream in my puberty blues.
In a rush...

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If I was to be avoided, it should be like the plague.
Many things in life are done by half measures,
half heartedly and half arsed.
If I was, let's say for arguments sake, homosexual, 
I would definitely...

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