Long Full swing Poems

Goodness, I nearly lost my balance on the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.
My quaint obsession with marine life and that skyline paradox blossoming so tantalisingly,  might be a source of some...

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The sun was rising high in the east over the town of Milton creek
It was the eighteenth day of December, the start of Christmas week
All the store fronts were decorated; it was a colourful sight...

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A prawn masquerading as a peanut can be quite disturbing. So many times a peel is a garment used to shroud. A tentacle hidden. Here and there. Then to reappear with an often violent burst...

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Galloping hooves broke morn's peace in Soup Creek's Main Street
When Jimmy Smith rode in from Bar 20 his face white as a sheet
He stopped at Sheriff Koplins office and banged heavily on the door 
"What's...

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It was in the early days of our lives
We met
She was so beautiful 
My eyes could not stop admiring
My heart kept racing 
Every time it sensed
her good-looking approaching
But we were too young 
To give full...

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Look out lads here we come
Couple of wild girls out for fun
Perfect hair and makeup's fine
Brand new perfume, we smell divine
Skin tight jeans, mini skirts and skimpy knickers
Can't wait for the party its theme is...

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It was about seven in the morn as the sun was starting to rise
Unbeknown to the folks of Milton Creek they were in for a surprise
Outside the saloon wagons were unloading, before noondays heat
Rumour had...

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My Halloween party was in full swing. I had gone all out this year and rented an old crumbling, reputed-to-be haunted mansion for the evening's Dionysian festivities, and all the invited guests were present and...

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Baron Von Frankenstein sent me, an invitation to the ball
To be held on Hallows Eve, at his castle in the great hall
I had nothing planned for the night so decided to go
And I thought he'd...

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At the end of the world where the sea meets the sky,
there's a small strip of land where the mermaids lie.
Where they  chit and they chat, or play and have fun,
and top up their...

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Double, Double, Toil and Trouble
Or Dragon Hood and the Secret of the Burning Pants


Our traveling actor trolls, came home to help with ‘Shakespeare in the Park’.
We wanted ‘Romeo and Juliet’, our neighborhood witches wanted ‘Mac...

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In my travels late one night 
upon a country road
Across the fields and in the distance 
something surely glowed
Perhaps a fire over there? 
Though I could smell no smoke
'Go and take a closer look' 
a...

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My sorrow, is overwhelming my 'entire' soul
for my jaded life, my dear "Nath" 
would be the next breath taken away
Why does God continue taking those 
who play the most critical rolls
my life will never come...

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The haunted house of fun and bones
Is spooky amongst the old gravestones.
The full moon shines, strange creatures groan.
This is no place to be alone.

The paintings watch as we walk up the stairs,
Passing suites of armour....

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You see it everywhere
The unmistakable signs

That the decline of America 
Is in full swing

As the world leaders turn away
From dealing with the US 

And we have gone past the tipping point
There is nowhere left to...

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Jeremiah Brown limped a lot 
ever since the age of five,
When a horse trampled his left shin,
The boy was given up to die.

But her pulled through amazingly,
Thought the leg had met the saw,
So he was...

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BACKGROUND DETAILS ARE GIVEN ON MY BLOG POSTED TODAY
'Folk Songs Themes Are Same In Every Language'

A Folk Song from India

O my Sakhi,* bring the Dholak*,      we would sing a song,
O...

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Earth crosses her heart at midnight
Shaking loose dust upon battered edge
Scorn mocks the piercing night as daylight 
Moves swiftly with open jaws waiting for a fight.

I can recall the days when she was in full...

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The Halloween Party was in full swing
Witches, wizards and an alien thing
with tentacles and one huge eye
Flourishing a laser gun shouting "Die".

Alison and her friends Ada and Jo
Were all dressed as feline kittens "meow"
Carl and...

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They packed their picnic basket s and journeyed towards the sun, with boxes of liquor, creates of beers and a drum fill with carbonated soda; busloads of them, drove down the slopes,  with dug...

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somewhere along the way
s/he lost track of themselves---
perhaps it was because they had been
hurt before & swore to never go into
anything full swing again,
or perhaps it was out of a genuine 
dislike of themselves---
either way,...

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The Simplest confession of this timeless magnum Opus, that mine is falling short in a world
Such an yearning of repentance in me, that I am not the majestic Alexander , since I could.
Only one hope...

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Winter came with its usual cold, rain, ice, snow, and pain.  By late Winter                    ...

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Mine fervent aspiring political activism...

Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate, 

cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as 
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma,...

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Mine fervent aspiring political activism...

Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate, 

cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as 
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma,...

Read More