Long Lindsay Poems

Flirt with Whitney
Flirt with fear 
Life is good
But I rather be anywhere but here
Body aches from pushing out tears
Driving on the road of life
Eyes is watery
So I can't steer 
And I'm getting dizzy 
Stomach very...

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"Barefoot in the Bushfires of the Vanities"



Heat rises slowly to rapture flames licking and teasing
Blue Ghostgums to stretch and crack wide open
as Fire spreads molten sweet sap bleeding burgundy all over 
amber gold wild bush...

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“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its existence,
a kind of deactivation, fuzzy borderline hanging, 
backing the art...

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It was many years ago now, before my wisdom teeth
had forced their way through my big mouth, they were still underneath.
I had an awesome job within the motor industry;
not building them, but selling: an ‘Executive’,...

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My 4 year old was addicted to Band-aids
Every part of his body needed a Band-aid.

'mama mama momy mom mom mama'

"WHAT!!!!!!"

'I have an owie
come see mama'

"Julian, love
mama doesn't have time to look today
I'm getting ready for...

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ALPHA TO OMEGA 

A is for Arturo and Alexis two great Poets,
Who make us all cry and laugh
B is for Besma a great philosopher
And soul sister On Poetry Soup’s graph,
And Beata,and Gordon who 
With their...

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-LAST DAYS OF OLD BEN-


    “See that man up there on the mountain, son?”
“Yeah Pop, why’s he a’jes sittin there starin’ out at nuthin?"
 Well, son it ain’t nothin’ he’s seein’…Just nuthin...

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It’s dreadful, a disaster, it’s a terrible calamity
Housewives going frantic for the thing they seek but cannot see
Supermarket workers helping those who shout the most
Try their best to find a jar of spread to spread...

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America
I´m here to bring you
What you don´t need
Another heartfelt poem
Another heartsick plea
Worth less than
Chewed gum
America I’m tapping
At your window
At 3 am
With a bag full of
Sour wine
And a shopping list
Of grievances
America wake up
It´s me and I...

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"CATAPULT"



fire from 
the Hell 
within

lit the heart 
fuelling 
the drowned soul

warming 
the cold hole
left within

to bury 
the ignorance 
of the past 

strength comes
from travelling 
to Hell 

battling 
black 
hearts

all the unseen
murderers of dreams 
in their...

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Another long weekend’s upon us and we’re ready, set to go,
To get amongst the bream again, along the river Tambo.
Our adrenaline is rushing and we’re really bloody keen,
To celebrate with fishing while, we’re toasting to...

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I’ll tell you all a story, about when I was just a lad,
And me Mum and Dad were battling with the little that we had.
Dad was working at Yallourn and would travel there each day,...

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"This is one thing that you should know, that in the last days perilous times will come, because men will be lovers of themselves and lovers of money instead of lovers of God." 2 Timothy...

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The first time I heard the term the Watchmen on the Wall was from now deceased television evangelist Hal Lindsey. Did Hal Lindsey invent the term? No in the Old Testament of the Bible, the...

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Kelly Ghosts!
         Dan Kelly lived and Steve Hart too,
          though the police thought they had fried.
  ...

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Poetry Soup Hero's

Poets with golden ink and pens 
You make us move forward with your inspiration
With kind an honest, encouragement  and compliments 
Small act of caring all which has the potential to turn a...

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When I get tired of the concrete and tar
there’s a place I can go, and not travel far,
that hasn’t been touched by progress at all;
nature stands still beneath gums growing tall.

And in amongst shadows with...

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There was a short wait at the doctor’s office today,
typically odd considering he’s usually on time-
He’s my least favorite doctor, I really must say,
but he awfully good trying to figure out my mind.

I had an...

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EMBRACE THE LINES CONTEST
Sponsor: David Lindsay

There was an unexpected letter left upon my night stand…

I anticipated this letter would enter my life at the exact moment it was meant to. Through all the love we...

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I’d mowed me lawn and chopped the wood, I’d even done some weeding,
And when I told the ‘missus’, she said, “Oh gosh my heart is bleeding”.
‘Okay then’ I sort of thought, her smart remark needs...

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Me barber’s still one of them blokes who lives the school of old,
using methods quite old fashioned to what modern trends unfold,
so with scissors, clippers, hot towel, then lathered with a brush,
he’ll shave you with...

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In a land of endless saltbush stretching miles across the plains
Of western New South Wales where it rarely ever rains,
And the temperature is searing on a soil that's living hell,
Where bleaching bones remind you of...

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Clans, Ilks and Tartans

Woven into threads of red and black,
Girded by grids of white,
Distant plaintive bagpipe memories
Of sunset over Kilmaurs –
A crest that bears a unicorn
Touches royal roots
As a poet’s tribute to a patron lost
Watches...

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Perhaps in another i.e. alternate world, this middled aged (baby boomer bona fide bra burner) of two well nigh near grown daughters felt caught in an invisible whirled wide web The Parent Trap. 
 ...

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