Long Buggered Poems

This is the story of Jeni Haynes, whose father inflicted horrific physical and sexual abuse on her from the age of four years old. As a result she created over 2000 alter egos to get...

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Just a short story of the joys of living with a cat, a kelpie, a labrador.
Sometimes they play in a peaceful house, sometimes it’s like a war.
Like this morning, the red dog played tug of...

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Mother was away, plucking hens
So I got my mead, in the special hip flask
Sat by the fence, just by the green
Time slipped along, Ken joined me there

And the day was bottle blue
And the trees were...

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Spotlighted like a Kangaroo

Spotlighted like the Kangaroo’s
And the bloody Dingoes too,
White light spotlights overhead,
Reaching down for me I dread,
What will the bastards do,

Big white light, soundless it’s true,
Followed us over the Moonie dew,
I asked Mark...

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I was driving down Webb road, with the thoughts I’ve had all week,
And that is upon the crayfish that I net in Shady Creek,
Webb road is not a long one, but it’s narrow and it...

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Plagiarists can play your eyes all they want 
lap up attention praise prize all day long
and I too can play as I like tongue in cheek
write a lightning strike lighting up plight

They can do as...

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I could feel the rhythm of my obscure 
thoughts in sync
sturdy scrutiny, into the mirror
I glimpse deeply in the 
reflection of the nymph
somehow I outwit the quixotic 
hold of the sylph,
frightened to my demise, 
tons...

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The sun shone spendiferous as a shiny new pin on a vetrans lapel 
She stood on parade for our lazy remarks... of such a fine day
As we slid lazily, contentedly (should be a word, i...

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I’d been flat out writing poetry for nigh on near a week,
and I felt it’s time to try and clear me head,
so I put the dog upon the leash to walk down near the creek,
where...

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Rebellion at The Cause


I’m running on a heat wave
Dancing with angels on a pin head
Slapped on a pallet
Of curious colours

Uses me in mad artistic brush strokes

Tripping on a ballet
Like a fire crackers splash
Shimmying on dangerous...

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In a perfect world
we are raised,
then as teens some of us
discover a new emotion
called love,
in a perfect world.
But then we are not
in a perfect world,
compatibility
it seems not quite as yet
mastered
by the human race
unless of course.
Religion...

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She wandered like a gypsy to Wyoming,
Where she settled in and sojourned for a spell.
She found herself a billet at the Hog Ranch,
And son, there weren’t no high-tone clientele.
It was just a soiled dove’s privy...

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by Bob Moore © 2018

For man to live he has the need, for coal and oil and gas
and if the Greens don’t understand, they can stick it up their a** 
They’ve buggered South Australia, with...

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Removing a friend, all because they are selfish.
Years later they appear "let's try to resolve this" 

They set out these rules 
and what they want to change, 
they think it ended mutual... 
bloody selfish still...

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Sadness settles sometimes and drapes itself
Around my shoulders like a grey blanket
Weighs me down
It’s a well acquainted killjoy
An unwelcome and uninvited guest 
Who overstays his welcome
Will I ever see the colours again?
It’s hard to believe
The...

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There worra a young lad called Albert,
He were allus up t' no good,
He'd stand ont corner by t'lamp post,
sparkin' 'is clogs like mad,
'til day he were caught by 'is Dad.
Dad said to him, now stop...

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