Long Buggers Poems

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‘She’s on again - the annual campin’ trip regatta,
and we’ve got ourselves together for our plans to Wonnangatta. 
The high country; you can’t beat it for the peace and quiet
unless of course some plans get...

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Damn them computer hackers...
nothing but persistent 
pesky sniveling, snot nosed 
beastie boy buggers.

Data breach conundrum with Gmail rectified...
courtesy MacKeeper computer technicians
in tandem with the geek inside me,
who finally resolved elusive quandary
that befuddled and frustrated yours...

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I was asked to read some poetry down at an old folks home,
Where they'd lost need for toothbrushes, and naturally a comb,
That is the blokes of course, who are gummy, stooped and bald, 
And closing...

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We’re in a casual conversation on the point of shooting Ducks,
and how they’re not bad on the palate, as long as someone plucks
the flamin’ feathers off the birds, ‘cause by the time they’re bare,
we can’t...

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"Gods and Monsters"


Ying Yang
Black White
Dark Light
One God meets another 
in the middle of the 
night, are they at odds with one another?
Or just shuffling Decks of cards,
playing with each other 
for the same stakes
they're the...

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I’ve mucked around when drinking beer like many other blokes,
who love to be involved when playing silly nonsense jokes.
It’s great to see a ‘bunny’ puzzled and completely unaware
that pranksters are around him, but he doesn’t...

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On my tourist trip through Europe where I ventured recently,
I travelled through so many countries seeing things I want to see,
and I enjoyed the gourmet tucker put on as the local fare,
eating snails, spaghetti, frogs’...

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Talk to the Dead 
When you talk to the dead,
They give you advice,
Buzz on your finger,
lightly touch once or twice,

I told Trish about dead Joan's Goldfish,
In her fish pond swimming pool,
When a loud voice said...

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Pendelum to see the unsee able bug…

Driven mad inside your head
Mites a dancing in your bed 
Toss it out also the pillow
Slept in tent wind was chilly
Tropical fowl mites so minute
Can’t really see them, not...

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In a job where time and motion had an impact that was nil,
I was introduced to modern trends that mentioned soon I will,
but I could buck the system if I chose, by opening up me...

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Some cat entered my room one night
I thought it was a ghost
It smelled like something had just died
But I must oblige my guest as the host

I turned on the light and there it was
An obnoxious...

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In a world that’s changing quickly for the likes of you and me,
we can hardly keep up with the pace that passes endlessly.
I’m not talking ‘bout technology, computers seem to give,
I’m talking ‘bout society and...

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SHOT AT…
Yes I went shooting with some city fellows to the Moonie
We got a place to shoot that had the wild pigs
So we are walking through a crop of something green and blooming
When a porker...

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Maybe you’re a psychopath 
you certainly have the traits 
I find it disconcerting 
the picture that it paints 

I know you better than all the rest 
They don’t believe what I suggest 
They think you’re...

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Dropped out of whap five, hyperdrive is fried and so am I. Cruised through
a seven eleven, picked up some goodies for me mates. Bottle of Jack Daniels
Black for me British mate Paul Beadnall, lovely coconuts...

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Every man, woman and child really admires 
\The men and women fighting the bushfires 
Some deliberately lit, the worst of all sins 
The fires roar fiercely in the strong winds 
Hundreds of square miles have...

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There’s a mate of mine in trouble so I had to help him out.
We were a pair of silly buggers, well known without a doubt.
You see we thought that smoking pot would be just a...

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The cat, they say, sat on the mat,
while Johnny climbed a tree,
when reading books when I was young
that’s what was meant to be.

Now Johnny, cats, and even mats
no longer can we see
and, god forbid, the...

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Afraid of I-scream.

 The winter trees are calling,
  to save me, 
  to save me from myself.
  Regrets of yesterday
  How could I say what I said,
  but I did,...

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Wrapped in long white as if married to birth 
In a plastic box, with wheels on the bottom, 
There she lay, unaware of her worth 
Unaware of the sheer amount of hats she’d wear topped...

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Strewn to the floor he collected his marbles and memories

Had played for hours as a child with his friends in the flat

Passed innumerable hours never bored always enthralled

Abraded by wear of near instant replay nostalgia...

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Men of Honor in the mist  Kokoda 1942......

Men of Honor in the mist,... 
Sometimes by a bullet kissed,... 
Shoot the buggers they'd insist,...
Threeo plonked,          ...

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*Been posting some heavy stuff lately. Time for a bit of levity.

"Hey babe, you're never gonna believe this. Crab fishing in Alaska has been cancelled for 2023." 
"I don't understand, dear."
"Well, according to the paper,...

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The Florida of My Youth – Mosquitoes
By Franklin Price
10/14/2019

The mosquitoes were horrendous, they would blacken out the sky 
Early in the mornings, the mosquito plane would fly
Coming in above the treetops,  he would trigger...

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