Long Odours Poems

     by how many badbyes can you measure the length of your day

                 first comes...

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Our lusty voice was in the tramp of narrow, winding,
     Scree-littered, deep-rutted roads;     
 Ravens, uttering guttural croaks, slow-wheeling above      
 ...

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 POTD 25 Nov 2020

Manage your Stress … a peeling faded poster boldly declares 
I do get it about advertising campaigns. 
Enough to know that,
‘strategically placed ads’ catching the eye, is huge. 
But this poster...

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Mother nature oh! Rose of roses!
Mother of all flowers' and smell,
Ylang Ylang! You don't know what it causes!
An aphrodisiac turns you on like hell!

Sandalwood with its masculine warmth poses,
Rosemary clears the head, you can tell,
Peppermint...

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Thiru-Valluvar on Praising the Good Qualiities of Ladies: Canto 112 - Nalam Pinainththu Uraiththal

[The poet devotes the third part of his treatise, the Thiruk-Kural to INBATHTHUPPAAL, the amorous relationship between the sexes, i.e.,  cantos...

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       Hay un dia feliz by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan

      To come by a happy day

(In this poem, Parra maintains lines of...

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Unquotable quotes: Teachers – XXI

The pupil, the bitch and the walnut tree, the more the teacher beats them, the better they be.
In the old days, teachers were born to the métier like poets; today softwares...

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Folk purchase this celeb’s new candle
 It’s something my brain cannot handle
 ‘Smells like my v’gina’ 
Could give folk angina
 This fragrance has caused quite a scandal 

Inspired by a comment from a fancy friend...

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Suffolk day Wednesday 21st of June 2017
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

There is going to be a Suffolk Day, I heard the news I did today!
On BBC radio...

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I want to say that I love you
But each time I try to
I remember that...
I am just a girl and what you want 
is a
lady, a woman
Someone who will bear you an army 
of
strong men
One...

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"As such he ambled through to here which I cannot undo;
You are advised to still comply, ensure your line stays true"
No, not his rotund form alone did shake her to the core;
For that he could...

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Incredulity


I draw in oxygen
The sweet and foul odours
The same as you
I breathe
And in its life giving rapport
I exist
Of blood exchanges in corpuscle energies
Transmitted
Maintains
Thoughts awareness and grasp
On immediacy
Existential
In its poetry

Life

But it is with a sense of...

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The scent of your soul

A caramelised breeze of fruit odours

reverberating  softly through my memory

Throwing me right back in ninth grade

where we sat side by side

Your right arm reaching slightly for my back.

Thoughts of you...

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The scent of your soul

a caramalized breeze of fruit odours

reverbrating softly through my memory

Throwing me right back in ninth grade 

where we sat side by side

Your right arm reaching slightly for my back

Your  name...

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The scent of your soul
a caramelized breeze of fruit odours
reverberating softly through my memory
Throwing me right back into ninth grade
where we sat side by side
Your right arm reaching slightly for my back
Your name resonates gently...

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OLD AGE PAINS

(In Loving Memory of my Mother.)
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Old journal book soiled by life's pains;
Aged ugly looks, pages and stains;
Old people hooked to sad refrains.


Here in this room old odours cry;
Feel the sad gloom where unease...

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The annual migrat'ry trek of southern folk each year, 
Escaping chilly winter months, they mostly seem to fear, 
Sees four wheel drives and caravans of ev'ry shape and size 
Roll slowly northward searching out the...

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Apples are the early birds
Each pink and green mixed 
Take us,  put us in place
Yes, you are welcome
Smiles the gold plated goat's horn
The twilight cat meows


I'll hold the apples
Insist the maple leaves
Oranges join them
What...

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A butterfly becomes a pest.
A flower turns into weed.
A kind gesture turns into a test.
Every scratch tends to bleed...

Could this be fair?
As my story looks dark and desperate.
A surprising Typhoon, turning all hopes into despair.
My...

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The good husband and his wife
Are happy partners in their life
Content in each others company
They live their life quite humbly

Yet come the time of advent
All time and effort is then spent
In the seasonal preparations
Of the...

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ODE TO THE RAIN


A rare happening here, this dreary drought:
The dry earth chokes and trees are fast fading,
Reservoir water stock is drying out.


The dry weather is truly worrying,
We bear the foul odours of wind-blown haze,
Health...

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IF I COULD TURN BACK THE HANDS OF TIME....

If I could turn back the hands of time,
To sight of green grass and colourful flowers nod together,
In warm, quiet and friendly whisper in the midday breeze,
The...

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Songbird acapella
Early morning hymn;
Balcony recital

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Blurry haze
Burnt ash off-odours;
Surabaya harvest

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Bridge underpass
Homeless man dozes;
Happy dreams lurk

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Chinatown brisk walk
Noodle takeaway;
Homecoming

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Coin shop interlude
Metallic global trips;
Static travelogue

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Darling smiles
Sunset stroll;
Silence speaks loud

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Fanfare flair
Just for today;
Death anniversary

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Wayside flowers
Mystic beauty;
Unknown aura

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Words fail
Noisy passage;
Sense...

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By the thread of my soul-I fall
to the imperium of alcohol and drugs-
an unforgiving mournfull place-
a gathering of bitter lives and weeping-

I fall into the imperium of alcohol-
to the core of shattered lives and I
see...

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“It’s a parcel for you, Sarge!”
the words hung visibly;
condensed in the bitter air.

Ice underfoot cracked
beneath the sodden boots 
approaching;
each step releasing 
fetid odours
of rotting corpses,
faeces,
death,
that it was hitherto
holding at bay.

A dozen pairs of eyes
stared, greedily
as...

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