Long Knackered Poems

What is beauty? 
I wandered from place to place to find out the true meaning of beauty
I pondered over various books to trace out its origins as a line of duty. 

She said, "You are...

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I was perched upon a wooden bench beneath a bottle tree 
when this worn out wiry ringer stopped to rest his gammy knee. 
I’d been touring through the outback and had sought to sit a...

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This is the Third in a series that I wrote for my son a few years back.  I wrote the first and he asked for more. I think they got a little better with...

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>Although I love writing, I would also like my books to sell. Then I can grant my wife her wishes and buy her a house by the sea. And if there is enough in the...

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Behind my wheel of life is a will to drive on but
When my wheel is faulty and rusty
When the spokes are reluctant to roll
When my wheel loses its drive
And the heat gets to the skin
When...

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Absolute is her adorable attitude,
blessed and bestowed with a burning benignity,
city girl caught within life’s calamitousness,
darling to all that dare dote upon her. Naked!

Economize, be efficient, enthuse she must,
Fight! For her felicity. Feel! For those...

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A Sly Skunk’s Non’scents’ 

If you remember correctly, one night, I came upon Steve.
‘Twas a normal day that led to such a befuddling eve.
For, Steve is a skunk who decided to bunk and not leave.
I’ve...

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Wrested from my writing by a drone
which signified that I was not alone
in its black and yellow jumper it had come
fat and furry, bigger than my thumb
it cruised around the room in lazy eights
before it...

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I don’t believe in God
and I don’t believe in luck,
it is lucky God has made me
find the truth about his book.
He wrote so many versions
that I cannot read them all,
so it’s easier if your realize
that...

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I don’t believe in God
and I don’t believe in luck,
it is lucky God has made me
find the truth about his book.
He wrote so many versions
that I cannot read them all,
so it’s easier if your realize
that...

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The forearms ache after their long days make of glass into many forms of structure.
The back is tight and it’s muscles tough after working hard to earn a crust and earn it honestly. 

The winds...

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Coffee, I adore thee,
somehow you never bore me.
Bold and dark or mild and smooth,
you get me up and on the move.

In warm embrace or cool frappe,
mocha, french roast, or tall latte,
crema, sospeso or con panna,
you...

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It’s quiet now the world is sleeping,
The passing traffic has slowly died.
In the distance church clock striking,
Loved one snoring softly by my side.
House creaking,tap dripping.
A dog howls,tom cats are on the make.
The rest of the...

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To those who have sold their souls to be evil.
To those who worship none but devil.
To those who can’t enjoy life without causing harm to the others.
To those who pretend to be friends, monitors and...

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What are these on my nose?
They're also hooked on my ears,
Oh of course it's my glasses,
So I can see things near.
What's that creaking noise?
It sounds like rusty hinges,
Oh of course it's my aching bones,
Time for...

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Marauding through the suburban
 Merry-go-rounding through the  city landscapes,
 Marauding through the city ghettos;
 Merry-go-rounding through the Metropolitan,
 Marauding through the city gates,
 Spluttering armoured tank roaring and rolling on
 reconnoitered,
 Mobilizing blazing mobile...

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Bad evils are flying in my stomach.
Inferno is burning out and reaching its  apex in my heart.
My nitpicking mind is calculating the pain of my innocent soul.
The devil is dancing on my head and...

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Bad evils are flying in my stomach.
Inferno is burning out and reaching its  apex in my heart.
My nitpicking mind is calculating the pain of my innocent soul.
The devil is dancing on my head and...

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Dream or Nightmare
Written: by Tom Wright
(My Opinion)

Tumbling around all night has left me feeling knackered,
I dreamed of political faces on a Post Office placard.

I could have said exhausted but that wouldn’t impress,
But being tired was...

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She had a bit of a problem
Of which she was reluctant to disclose
Her wardrobe was full to overflowing
With a wild array of clothes

She justified this behaviour
By insisting it was cheap stuff
Purchased from the op shops
She...

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Ignorant living in monochrome world

defenceless  just surviving in their way

safe during the day in their set curled,

they must be culled! kill them some humans say,

creatures of the night don't deserve this fate,

tarred with a...

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(to be read out loud)


I'll eat the nibble naggle nooky nickel
	nipple nappy mum mum mum
I'll chew your gooble gobble giggle gaggle
	gimpy grampa's gum gum gum.

I'll call the wimpy wappy wiggle waggle
	wacky wobble wum wum wum
I'll...

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T’was the night before Christmas
at home by the fire.
as weary and knackered we thought we’d retire,
but then we both heard it, a knock on the door,
and chaos descended in one mighty roar.
Our children and grandkids,
so...

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My Favorite Vacation in Rhyme Poetry Contest

Holly’moon’

A girls’ trip, three hot chicks, and Cali
Disney, beaches, and no time to dally…

A looming hill with huge letters beckoned
Dared us to climb; we agreed in a second…

Three ladies...

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I am so tired tonight 
My eyes are barely open 
I've nodded off in my chair 
Dropped my cup and now it's broken 

But... its only seven pm 
It's far too early to go to...

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