Long Bight Poems

*Image of Many Meanings by KWC.

Likeness ssenekiL: Part 2

(HOMONYMS: Homophones & Homographs)

The batter's foul ball killed a fowl that later caused a foul odor.
After painting the room red, he then redd it up and read...

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The tale below was carved one night
upon the stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might



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 No. 1. Jingle Bells

     Jingle Bells ,Jingle Bells, ringing all the way
     What a fun is to ride in a one -horse open sleigh.
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In homage to the waters around the UK and all those who sail them...


Late at night and early dawn
Like clockwork - every day are heard
Those dulcet tones “set fair” to warn
With poetic, most prophetic words
What...

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Rubber lover, Zipperella, 
is not a brother or a fella. 
He has false tits and kitten heels, 
not a chest and ankles made of steel 


His spiky rubber bag is old, 
cleverly patched with a...

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The young lad sat in the old school room
To him the place felt like a tomb
He knew that he would be leaving soon
He felt restless

He got a job on the factory floor
This just seemed to...

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You are my sunshine far, far you go in my heart your memories will stay
Their wasn’t a day where you and I would play, 
singing peekaboo songs near your cage. 
I held you in my...

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Be there the bight of a November drain
turned off tattered ruffles blotted feign
a ledged I removed and tender earlobes
waif yonder spectral possession probes
cracked nut overture eighteenth twelve
emptied shells retiring indicative delve
drain feign earlobes probes twelve...

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the hopes and dreams are very shallow
belive in yourself and they just might come 
true life is like a rocket it has its up's and downs 
but in the end you get the life you...

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Staff rod in hand, and on my feet a pair of good hardy leather shoes
Set off onto the bight coastal track to a view of many colourful hues

In four score plus nine of my years;...

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Gone her way home;
cast overcast;
time waylays prompts me,
child; do never; no-never forsake,
ever.


""She...
Momma wept,
Sissy's, tears worn, she-
went I died with her,
never more,
always will-be,
we, one-soul,
us;
"So defined - friends-you better bet... yes... !""


Day she died,
told mama, hers-then, readily...

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I was in a bar in Texas,
in the eastern back-country,
with three beers already inside
and another draining quickly.
It was a perfect redneck bar,
the kind of place I love,
with sawdust on the floors below
and taxidermy up above.

A...

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The Journey
by Robert J (Bob) Moore ©2020

We used to live in Manchester, in England, the UK
till one day our dad said, we’re going to move away
Australia’s where were going to, a land of sand and...

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(All right you scallywags of questionable seaworthiness, we begin with an up-tempo step-liveliness.)

Send him aloft, high into the crow's nest,
He'll keep watch with his keen young sight.
Let me out, the wind is a-freshenin',
Roll me up...

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(Hook) Moonlight!
Make me feel like a star,
shining bright, in the night.
"Let me know everything
is gonna be alright".
"You held me tight, held me tight 
Lord".
Gots to be my moonlight!
(Verse#1)
Shining through my darkness,
brighten up my sight.
So clear...

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Can you feel the grain 
     Of the leather as you ride 
     Not knowing if the pain will slide 
From your heart when you wake up...

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He helped himself up to the wind's foremost blow
On a hillock where the moon searched his impecunious pockets,
Waking a flood in his eyes like swelled teats.
He opened wide to receive the Lady, this Endymion cheats,
No...

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I craft poems by evening time since I can't slumber.
I'm dreary of the one with a springtime splendor.
I'm lacking in rest, shrewdness, and moral dignity.
I've lost my aware vicinity and spotless anger.

We are not blinded...

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Nature

sounds and waves
transfix in keys
trees refines fine lines made
faded leaving leaves fall
fragile Merc
roads leading to nowhere
fine hair
water fluidity and stupidity
stamps mad cramps
stamp to punctuality
staircase spiraling to disintegration
major appreciation
columbo toad
old crackling code
engineers and Arche
marshes shaded
coiled rope...

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Life is inconsequential to our “environment,” only applying the stress and strains “it” endured throughout the millennium… But the “vision” of the willing is not postponed or delayed when implied acceptations extend to the “universe…”...

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Kelso has a boat
smeared to the gunnels,
with cawk and greasy weeds.
Kelso is old enough
to be free of care,

his dog don't care neither.

At the prow of dawn
he hauls dripping lobsters
in their pots
up the scummy steps
of the...

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Street lights light up the avenue. bight lights


 


always remind me of you . My dear I fell in


 


love the day I just met you. Had a feeling at


 


the top of my head....

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Verse One: Sitting on the window pane/ Looking into the

night sky/ Seeing all the beautiful stars/ Shining 
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World at times is a spring of mirth
And at times a root of melancholiness,
Gaiety and ruth are ineluctable quirk of nature
Where it leaves no beings unbrushed.
Bight trice would shimmer some days
And putrid flash would strike...

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