Long Beaut Poems

Me real name it is Bill Vonbertouche,	
but for short most folk just call me Bill.
Me Mum and Dad say I’m real smart,	
but the girls reckon I’m just a dill.	

But let’s just get this one thing...

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There once was a piano that wanted to be
Anything other than of white, black keys
She loved her parents and her fabulous family
But she lacked love for self and her maroon melody

She asked the trumpet so...

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I'm named Delysia (sic) Patricia. This poem was 
inspired by Chris De Burgh's "Stripper" song.  
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABwDWwYX0Q4.

A buxom beaut
ill of repute
amply endowed with bits to spare
undoubtedly cute
without dispute
had a penchant her wares to lay bare
...

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Jessie J


What can I say about the sponge to my head?
Well she is beautiful, even if she will not wear a dress;
That is he Emmeline Pankhurst right I guess,
But like I’ve always said, 
Jess would...

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I was in a deep and needed sleep, and having dreams of something beaut. 
I could feel these gorgeous arms around me and other things that’s cute,
For Elle was pleading with me not to leave...

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There once was a canary who hung out at the wharf 
It was his fort of sort 
Where there were boats 
A float 
Tied up at the dock 
Waiting for laborers on the clock 
But...

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"Ghastly Rich Adventures!" (N'er a Kilt!) 
 
For thy wish
upon high mount from wherest thou stand stout!
Merry, merry ladies toil and treasure thy jewels when o'er a gift appear about thy woven knit
n'er a kilt
yet...

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Pendelum to see the unsee able bug…

Driven mad inside your head
Mites a dancing in your bed 
Toss it out also the pillow
Slept in tent wind was chilly
Tropical fowl mites so minute
Can’t really see them, not...

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As a young girl growing up in the 50s and 60s, Hollywood’s glamorous and glitzy lifestyle fascinated me. Popular actresses such as Jane Russell, Ava Gardner, and Rita Hayworth captivated me with their mink stoles,...

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There is no place for me to go 
I'll spend my life right here I know, 
I lost my job then lost my dough 
Last night I lost my bride with adio'! 

I stayed the...

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Cara Mia
by Rick Rucker

How could it come to pass
I was viewing life through steam-ed glass? 
Surely this was just not right,
Why was it in black and white?

At the time, not a notion
That it was all...

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After years here in the city with the constant traffic flow,
and the daily grind all based on work to have the coffers grow
or keep the kids in school and provide for what is middle class,
there...

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1) MENTAL STORMS  
I am not a poet 
I have never claim to be  
I only write down my feelings
Because it helps me mentally 
It was kept a secret for years 
never for...

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sleeping         (( COLLABORATION * Don Johnson ))


by~ DON JOHNSON

The Nullabor it does abhor
the desert  in it standing
The broken heart
he keeps apart 
where Eagles are a landing
kangaroo...

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The Red Devil Bronco Johnson 1950-2007
Oh he blew into Toowoomba in 1972
The GTHO Ford was firing left black tracks on bitumen too
Laid 200 feet of rubber they were still smoking in the street
When the coppers...

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Not often do we hear our Mum shout out crude swearing words,
but when the fruits in season she does get nasty with the birds.
Tying foil amongst some plastic bags to rustle in the breeze,
and for...

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The sleeping kangaroo The sleeping kangaroo took me into the abyss of sour grapes.~~~
a wildlife with wildfire turned over by the wildflower.~~~ Seascapes; full of sand that no one dared to understand!~~~~ Drowning underwater in...

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Big secrets, in rose tinted glass,
the grandeur of life just a mirrow view apart.
A sweet fragrance of falsehood guards the heart,
Beauty is at the price of someone's dark.

There she is, looking through the façade, 
the...

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A young child is born innocent and sweet
A life that lies ahead many people to meet
Without a hair on his head
They bet on the colour as he lay in his bed.

Months as a baldy with...

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The Gingerwhinger Lament
Lizzie Treetop


Gingerwhinger in the laundry bucket went and had a poo
In total protest, he hoped that it stunk really bad too
That Lizzie was going ding bats and just ruining his life
No longer was...

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Lady Ella, Queen of Jazz:
      you brought so many songs to life.
   Forget the words? Just make up new ones
        ...

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When they draped the flag on your coffin mate 
I was dumb, dead with it-
they ought to at least give you one last chance 
to dance the dance of life-

you were the grass growing and...

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Mate I reckin’ I get some real ding bats visiting me
I’m fed up to the teeth and pissed off as can be
Streuth I swear that last one was one big big drama Queen
Her Type you’ll...

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I just found out…
That my friend has been hiding a secret
He says that she has given him some news
He didn’t want me to know about it
As she wanted to give surprising clues
In her eyes she...

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Nothing stirs the languid souls of folks like a hometown parade.
Friends and neighbors uniting to form a colorful cavalcade.
Any special occasion will do such as Veterans or Independence Day,
To uproariously celebrate and put on a...

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