Long Bullock Poems

Translations of the Oldest English Rhyming Poems

The Rhymed Poem aka The Rhyming Poem aka The Riming Poem
Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem from the Exeter Book, circa 990 AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

(excerpt)
He who granted me life...

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I started out life as Anna Mae Bullock,                           ...

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The Letter         

A young man strolled along the waterfront,
His mind and heart at ease.
Said an old man, sitting on an upturned punt,
Gazing out towards the sea. 

“Come...

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Communities are built on pioneer toil and generational links,
with building, road and railway, applied to how a council thinks.
There’s sporting ties and country hall, to form the social hub,
and of course a meeting place -...

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Communities are built on pioneer toil and generational links,
with building, road and railway, applied to how a council thinks.
There’s sporting ties and country hall, to form the social hub,
and of course a meeting place -...

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Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me
as I meander 'round the dell and glade.
Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where gullies, washes speak ‘abused!’
Reclamation offers now a new facade.

Need for...

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A Night on the Road         

It was a dark and stormy night, as he rode around the mob.
The bridle reins held loosely, the night horse knew his...

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Moments are not the retinue of time. There is one which

decides the turning point of mankind. I can’t hand over to sighs

that time which stands and beckons me. To hell with the shades

to recline and...

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                   I

They came on bullock-carts
loaded with gods
   Indra
       ...

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"I've been takin' on a new direction, but I have to say, I've been
thinkin' about my own protection, it scares me to feel this way."

         ...

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While unwilling to fight in Vietnam,                             ...

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Theres a town called Pleasant Place
where no one has any problems,
the towns folks go about their
business everyday while they are smiling,
they have no need for doctors
because everyones in perfect health,
the towns roads are lined with...

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The autumn breeze goes through the lushful green yet hint of yellowing trees, it's so blissful, yet so fearful.
Laying in the warm green grass, as the breeze flies through my hands.
The warm sun is almost...

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Where the forest is still virgin and the lyrebirds often call,
the bronze-wing comes to drink, and the ferns are growing tall, 
there are deer prints in the mud, and there’s leeches seeking prey…
this little creek...

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A fly and ant, upon a sunny bank,
Discuss'd the question of their rank.
'O Jupiter!' the former said,
'Can love of self so turn the head,
That one so mean and crawling,
And of so low a calling,
To boast...

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You bought me as your loving pet; well trained and tamed,
From a cattle-fair; I was two; handsome; zestful;
You did not like cats and dogs as they turned nuisance - 
I heard you saying to my...

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Aubrey Mc Govern
by Don Johnson ........
Aubrey McGovern and the Deaf & the Deefe
lived down on Cubbie on damper and beef.
The damper was easy McGovern could cook
the beef it was shady  Deaf &  Deefe...

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Turtles drooping can be signs of elitist tantrums on borderline wave cones. Such colours. And often feedback is not fodder so therefore indigestible. Taming a 3foot bullock who is battling to grow horns is often...

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Assailed upon all sides; trapped, like a rat without his cheese.
Though I wore quite fancy shoes, there were no socks upon my feet,
When I fought the heathens and, met defeat, at the Pillar Of Muhamete.
Through...

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What's Look Got To Do With It?

This poem is dedicated to you. Miss. Gorgeous Tina Turner
You must comprehend that you turned heads at every corner
Of the world, because you were sexy, sassy and indeed classy
You...

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Dreams I have, 
Where I am never wrong; 
Dreams I have, 
In which I remain forever young.

Dreams I have, 
With skies of sun & blue; 
Dreams in which
Every known wish comes true.

Dreams I have, 
In...

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This is the road that leads to my father's home
It is old and dusty with bullock-carts creaking,
Carrying the  heavy weight of the freshly cut sugar-cane
To the mills nearby for our sugar laden tables,
Piled in...

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Nigeria has become like a ware in a jumble sale 
Or I'd say a boat that's in need of a bail
A nation that once kept abreast of great countries with aplomb
Is now sitting wobbly on...

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A cat attempting a headstand is akin to a gridlocked caterpillar visiting an air show of duck aero gliders. Aero gliders are neither glimpsing nor glimmering but glimmering could often be mistaken for a cider...

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