Long Bowled over Poems

Continued from FREEZER MICE

The cat had travelled straight from hell, a hell beyond the stars
The cat that theories claim once levied genocide on Mars
She now seeks vengeance on descendants of the primal shrew
Whoever knew that...

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Lusting Abyss, his Darkness.
.
Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness...

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Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands, desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin, pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness will show

Long haired...

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Life is not cricket: though a game of cricket reflects life 
It portrays real-life conditions; from cradle to urn 
Starting with toss of a coin; ends in pulling bails off
Just as cricket life is simply...

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"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Anaïs Nin







“Man Eating Flower” 



Voluptuous lips 
Velvet soft and slick
mouth words that skip
and crush off wet tongues to 
french kiss and swallow
all...

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There were no gold medals to pin
and no starters gun to begin
but for sure we were out to win
               the Baptism...

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Coronavirus microbe (COVID-19)

(alternately titled: yours truly doth mutter
asthma bowled dug gutter 
pin yon hated chap strikingly and gently weeps, 
whereby melts milquetoast like butter.)

Aye reckon eyes aforementioned 
entitled microscopic organism
doth strain credulity threatening 
Homo sapiens...

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Take your own sweet time, and let others keep time.
Tea for two always ends up in a hell-uv-a bellowing brew ;    
        tea and sympathy...

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She was not a virgin
But with beauty, she did reign
She was already married
But she arose to be adored
She was a widow 
Her beauty and pride did glow
Borne already two children
But with second love, she was...

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SPOT THE HOMONYMS 
For the Homonyms are full of spots!

We were young and wore black
During the war we were under attack
We wear bright clothes now
Where were we?
I thought we were the prey
But now where do...

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Villanelle : The Cricketer’s Hakka : « How’s Zaat ! »

Balls thud into pads bats gloves or whisk past batsmen
At bowler’s end or square leg umpires stare stand
« How’s Zaat ! » yell players game’s...

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Learning when/how to close seat then...
flush... the toilet with good frisson!

Bull leave me you, though how bison
teen and juvenile 
from a sixty four year old
married male no less!

(alternately titled long windedly
using lower case letters:
no matter...

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Learning when/how to close seat then...
flush... the toilet with good frisson!

(alternately titled long windedly
using lower case letters:
no matter tidily bowled over based
upon real events, perhaps subject devoid
of literary merit and/or taste
no embarrassment, cuz
I got nothing...

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Unquotable quotes (More Cricketing Jargon) – IV

A « wide » is a ball aimed by the bowler at some absent-  
   minded fielder.
The « silly-point » is the fielding position so close...

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Remember the days of
                   yesteryear
when family ties were
         ...

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Woke up (September 6th, 2020)...

Got outta bed boot
did not drag comb against head
of  beetle browed foo fighter,
he did not arise
bright eyed (by George), nor bushy tailed
to bucket flush toilet.

After attending her asinine
morning toiletries, the...

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Three of us went out to bowl
For this is done by many, the young and the old
We talked as we waited and stood in line
For the leagues to finish using up their time

We got our...

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(Inveniam viam)

Far beyond these eerie things, where limits have no scales
Fish are replacing gills, with turbine aerated tails 
Sea level’s losing all meaning, for the humpback whales 
Ships piggyback them, harpoons syphon wind from their...

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SPORTS INJURIES

I come in at number seven for Wanoona cricket club,
to face the bowlers from Dargetta, a mob from out the scrub.
I was doing pretty good, right up ‘til I was forty-four,
and then a bouncer...

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Peter I knew since our childhood
though as a youth he wasn’t good,
but then Joan cured him of all that,
two babies in a two roomed flat.
 
Now Frank came later to my life,
by when, like him,...

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Meeting my homegirls Wilma Neels
and Kim Van Breda with shrieks and squeals
hasty introductions and we're on our way
for a night of reading at Poetry Café

We've Yasmin to thank for arranging the meet
with fellow Soupers, a...

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I once played high school football…I even wrestled on their mat
but I was never a first class athlete…and I am comfortable with that.

My exploits in both fields will never be well known
but when it came...

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The number four shows form, pleasurable are their colours
Where normally it takes daylight to glow, to nurture natures flower

Resonating to elation, affirming these coloured bonds
The indifference of, blinded severely in respond

Amidst his darkening dark, sighs...

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While constipation kept me in arrears,
asper daily writing,
     thus ordinarily straight forward
     practiced process culling material,

     (a daily endeavor generally mastered
  ...

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Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name	5TH POEM ON THE SOUP..
POISON! 1st first.
I was coming up from Tamworth, riding on a tired horse. 
Past Barraba we wandered north, on a slow and dusty course.
 Near Barraba I drew...

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