Long Boggy Poems

A nice couple. The Tale of Jean and William. Part 1

Jean Fallen was born in 1999 and had a lonely childhood. 
She grew up in Redfern but never went to school.
She lived with her mother...

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Inspired by the painting "Highland Lassie" (1871) by Thomas Faed.

(Verse One; In introduction to Cailin)
Walkin' on the highways, searchin' down the byways,
Tromps a lonely figure on the Highland roads;
Peerin' from the Highdown, breezin' through the...

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Have you been hearing voices again?

Still, yes.
No new ones, though,
since the Voice Against Death Investment.

So you're still hearing from the Forest Voices
which are actually more of a rhythm and blues chorus
made up of 4-part harmonic...

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Dot Blogs she was a buxom lass and hefty heifer too
who married Bobby Eugene Blows when she was twenty- two.
They lived upon a dairy farm alongside Boggy Creek
and milked  a hundred fresian cows …...

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I’d never been outside Victoria except once on the Murray,
where we fished for near a week only giving carp some curry,
but of course that was my highlight going on that camping trip.
I talked so much...

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LOST IN BRITAIN

Poling, Patching, Nether Wallop, 
Matching Tye and Droop

Plumpton, Lickfold, Puddletown, 
Westward Ho! and Throop.

Hole of Horcum, New Invention,
Boghead, Frome, Cat's Ash

North Piddle, Staines and Pen*stone,
Wash Dyke, East Breast and Flash.

Six Mile Bottom, Mudford...

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Fragrance of Life  ©

Cool rain drums on blistering 
asphalt, the scent streams into 
the nostrils--hot, grassy smell of 
summer, freshly cut-smoky 
cedar lingers on the air 

Fresh popcorn drenched in 
butter, I sit in...

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The little pygmy named Pixie Poggly was quirky queenly quaintly and quickly, but rarely ever really did much can't you see.

Until one day, a raunchy rascal quaintly and shrewdly, Skinny and slippery that he was,...

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My thoughts wander as I wonder what I'm running for. 
It's like I'm hunted cos I'm wanted for the chalk under juggernauts. 
Now I ponder what I'm running from.
I took shelter against an atomic bomb....

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O thou proud Nature
Rolling in ashes of long-burnt
Fiery love of yourself
What are you boasting of?

Thy greenery? 
That’s nothing but
Wooden rotten figures 
With wrinkled claws
Scratching the Earth’s breast
Fumbling for manure
Water-thirsty vampires
Destined to be strangled
By the icy...

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Long ago when I was younger, yearn for knowledge I did hunger,
heard about a rumor going ‘round.
Twas a legend told for ages, passed along as time turned pages,
strange as any tale twas ever found.
Rumor said...

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Imagine they find your bones
in a boggy field -
it happens all the time,
speaking of which,

time is your pocket handkerchief,
your wristwatch,
and your best evening pants
all reduced to insect dust.

Only a fragment
(a rust-addled skimpy second hand)
remains to...

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Unescorted NYC HMT NY 660 Louis Pasteur started out from 
New York  Harbor Nov. 30, 1944. 

Landed in Liverpool, England Dec. 8th, 1944. Arrived Brddulph, 
Staffordshire, England Dec. 9th, 1944.

From Weymouth, England to LeHavre,...

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Whit wet Vetted Splendour...

Pervaded mounded jeweled ground
gunmetal sky incessantly
pelted and did pound
asper staccato round

arhythmic, emphatic, melodic sound
to this clown,
who felt housebound
as precipitation reigned down.

steady rain quintessentially
patterned oodles of necklaced
mini mellow marsh lands
wee hour early this...

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So we’re going on a picnic with the pygmy, Pixie Poggly, being the quirky queenly 
quaintly quickly person she is and her friend a raunchy rascal reverently named 
Andy Bailey. As you remember he was...

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By the side of the loch some boys at play, when into their midst there came
A beautiful white and riderless horse with a long and flowing mane

A redheaded boy jumped up on its back, a...

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word to the wise I came to get down & so you all frown
Gucci Man, Gucci Man, Gucci Man so here I stand with mic in my hand
I came to get down boggy down to...

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Whispers we'd heard for many a year
But we were so far north they never came near
Then the day came for us Highlander men
It wasn't just where, just a matter of when

Down from the Glens came...

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Oh heroine come save me now .
As you have saved me all my life.
You have saved me from every terrain.
Every tragedy.Every moment of loud cry. 
How do you fly so fast with out a cape,plane...

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Wild winds blow the mists of earth and dreams,
Across the plains of waving grass and in the star strewn fields.
Of mind driven scenarios where things are not as they seem,
A noise of thunder shakes the...

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Am coming home. You don’t need to start looking for me.
I will bring home the pansy in the park, bear the berry
With the tongue of the sky, in the midst of the ocean’s appellation
And the...

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All the family photos are gone.
I wish I had made copies for others.
They would be in their houses, safe, and they would share.
But I was on such a budget.  Grandmas offered to pay for...

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Crimsworth Dene

Light relieved land stamped down and raised mounds and hidden folds, revealed the valley’s follies, farms and sunken rivers.

The bright afternoon eye-level sun painted radiance on the dead leaves’ shimmer, rainbowed the waterfall’s joyful...

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"We're all comfortable under the cloak of night,
and have many miles to cover.
We must head North and then,"said Owl, 
"my plan you will discover."

"There's a stream to the North of the cereal field,
that's home to...

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Inside the water 
where they float or sway in their rusting roots
are horse tackle,
buggies, 
unhinged parts of eighteen wheelers,
a girl on a tricycle, her bones still cycling in the drifting meld
circle squirrel and possum pelts,
The...

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