Long Gunther Poems

Whether you have come to possess this compendium of doggerel confessions by chance or by choice, should you decide to venture beyond this page, I politely suggest you consider the contents to be nothing more...

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“Harlot! How dare you betray my dear son!
Now bearing a damned vagrant’s little one!”
But Joanne cocked her head, looked quite confused,
“But father wherever did you hear such news?!”
And then affected to look rather stunned.

“The evidence...

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A naughty glimmer then came to her eyes,
she grabbed her man’s wrist, and led him inside,
and for a month this arrangement went smooth,
sure, some people talked, but naught could they prove,
until Preacher John saw things...

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He viewed his name as an awkward constitution for commoners to address so plainly and nonchalantly. Adolf held a preconceived opinion that a simplistic reversal of his name would suffice. To avoid an embarrassing brouhaha,...

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i have moments when the words
are failing me
or they are lost in some dimension
the screen is white
wanting to dance in a black medley
that becomes a concerto
as attention wanders in a beginning
i feel your hands on...

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by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

I used to get my haircut, at the local RSL
Gunther was the Barber, he knew my hair real well
for 20 years he cut it, short back and sides or trim
whenever...

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Spend five hours on Resurrection Sunday 
At the cemetery  
Left at Twilight Visited my loved one who are not there

Their remains are there but their true self with the Lord

But yet they were laid...

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As time quickly approaches
On the planed escape
Gunther smuggles the files in
While Mildred bakes the cake

But that doesn't much matter
For our two on the run
In all the confusion 
The oven was never turned on

So they slipped...

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Through graveyard
meandering, just
me and Dad
stories sad
abbreviated down to
mostly names and dates

So we tell
their stories by turns
like poor Duane
Dinwiddie
died at age thirty-three of
bee sting allergy

So tragic
how she caught a chill
Angeline
age nineteen
who died before her wedding
day, her...

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Got  stuck on you
This feeling never makes me blue
You are part of me
And you’ll always be

Underneath our soul
We find love
Despite of distant far
Yet, never did we feel dole

Night falls and dawn breaks
These two hearts...

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Lemon tree very pretty

I lived in a village where the neighbour had a lemon tree
it was on rich soil in the small garden where chicken roamed
In January, it was full of perfectly formed fruit, beautiful...

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When he had gone off, Amos did come in,
Aaid, “I wish we didn’t have to lie to him”
Joanne just scoffed, “He’s kept me here six years,
rather than be man enough to cry tears.
Nearly ruined me,...

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