Long Breakfast time Poems

>I have a blinking broken foot.  
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
&
Poetry soup honourably mentioned.

I have a blinking broken foot.
My left one can you not see.
The picture’s on my Facebook page.
For all of...

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Good morning children! Rise and shine!
15 minutes until breakfast time.
Hurry up or you’ll be late.
David!! Do not say the word hate.
BECAUSE, it is not a nice word
No  Sierra, we are NOT getting a bird.
BOY,...

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My path beyond the shores of time
from life to there are maritime ripples.
Harrowing blades of rain
hammered from storm-clouds shatter puddles
of glass to rolling streams of echoes,
Misery’s trail towards cleansing waters:

A bloody throat gasping for water...

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Piper’s day started same as the rest.
At breakfast time she made a big mess.

What’s going on? I feel very energetic.
My paws keep moving but I can not let it.

She sees the girl heading out of...

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I love a sunburnt Aussie bloke, with great big, muscled arms,
His rugged well-built shoulders, and face with all its charms.
I love his thongs and singlet too, and stubby shorts you see,
His beer gut proudly hanging...

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i remember so well
The scrubbed  farmhouse kitchen table
where all activities were held
From eating to colouring in,where jigsaw puzzles were made.
I remember the large open range fire
always burning, am sure it burned for 12 months...

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A gentle cough, a quiet word, a morning breeze, a waking bird,
Into her box her letters fall, soft flip flop slippers down a hall,
A radio plays yesterdays, and on the wall a clock face says
That...

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A gentle cough, a quiet word, a morning breeze, a waking bird,
Into her box her letters fall, soft flip flop slippers down a hall,
A radio plays yesterdays, and on the wall a clock face says
That...

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God gave me a poem this morning.
Sleepily dozing words were forming,
A dreamscape composition
With imagery, rhyme and repetition
Penned on the half-asleep journal of my mind.

I like this idea I thought with delight.
God sent me this, and...

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My favorite day would be summertime,
wandering through our back yard 
dressed in the finest lace 
daddy’s princess smelling of freshly picked lavender
swaying with the trees, Sweet Caroline.

Morning brings with it the fragrant pine,
before the sun...

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Our Mate Fred Greer...

Strike me dead said poor old Fred....
A man cant get a win....
Churchill's dropped us off at Singapore ....
With no rifle its a sin.....

Changi prison camp at last....
and his best mate lay a...

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Breakfast time for my two old dogs
feeding bowls full on the kitchen floor
Kublia sniffs his food and walks away
Genghis on the floor he lays
A little bacon on the top and Kublia chows down
little Genghis lays...

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Come on you lot wakey wake
A start of another crazy day
Give the comatosed children a chant
Dash to the bathroom now it's vacant
No time for a rest or sleep
Just on the go cup of tea
Uniforms pressed...

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I shall be Monday and blue.
I’ll be a morning with a greyish hue.
I’ll be a short spell of afternoon rain.
I’ll be all rubbish on telly again.

I shall be Tuesday and cream.
I’ll be a quick wake-up...

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THE DAY SHE CUT HER HAIR

Puzzle pieces snapped to make the night
Children slept
She inhaled  intoxicating silence white
Mint tasting
Slight hand captured brush of crested silver
Handed down
Attacked her red head til it quivered
Smiling now
Adored man impatient---flicked...

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I remember when I was thirteen, I just love tea sets and Raggedy Ann, 
Not to forget my imaginary friends to join me at breakfast time.
I ran after butterflies in the heat of the sun,...

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As a young child
breakfast time was my favorite time of day
Mommy hovered over the flaming stove
as she sizzled a bundle of my favorite meals
tuna, corn beef, sardines , and steamed sausages
served with a side of...

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( ORDER UP )

Its time for breakfast, time to move my legs.
So I look in the frig, and pull out some eggs.
Scrambled or poached, whats for the taken.
Have it with toast, with a side of...

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You might not know it, but my spirit trod your footsteps,
thankful for the realm of virtual reality. 
The sun, resting on the horizon, waiting on your appreciation, now moves on.
The gulls, the shells, the crashing...

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Having been brought up in the country
living close to a farm we got our milk
being always available on every night
so lovely to drink tasting like silk

Remembering early days at primary school
there you got a carton...

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Days to weeks to months to years 
As time goes on it dries the tears
A tissue for a heart that weeps
Less sad dreams and better sleeps

Though waiting for the time to pass
Can take so long,...

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Every day I make my bed
And, with my texts and emails read,
I take my walk, which terminates
At home, where breakfast time awaits.

Every day I read The Times
And, once I’ve passed the news and crimes,
I do...

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Everybody needs

A little love and care

A friendly hello, how are you dear

A little smile 

Can go for millions of miles

To make rainbows out of stormy skies


You don't have to be 

Extravagant 

A little courtesy is...

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Not fully wakened till I have a sip
   of what that sweet aroma leads me to
our breakfast table where he pours for me
   my coffee cup filled up with fresh ground...

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Mornings are a time for me
   to ponder dreams I have seen.
With coffee cup and pen in hand,
   I answer to my soul's demand.
Seizing thoughts which come alive
   inside...

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