Long Oer Poems

   


   Hypocrites sucking off the silicone tit 
of the antichrist spirit.
Man infestation from the pit of 
deliriot.
In hallowed halls of discord, whispers echo,
the chorus of the damned proletariat,
a venom, seeping...

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What pushes my pen in this whimsical notch of the world?

   Something whispers to me like an elder dream....
  
   and the trees hang arbored 'oer a little stream of...

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HARRY WEST 

The Kadaitchi (Witch Doctor) Knight

Harry stood alone and sniffed the breeze
a pongy hay smell,  Japanese
Harry sheltered there beneath a tree
a gum tree dripping sap

The  Black Knight shed his lap lap
joined the...

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The Almanac and the Bible
By: Tom Wright
1/18/02

Upon a shelf, two books, of black and green,
the almanac appeared most freshly laid.
It's cover divulged the service it had seen,
It's yellowish pages being dog eared and frayed.

By the...

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The Balking Mire of Fanghandrath



‘Twas late when the misted veils
Suck and drew
‘pon the reeking fetters of claxon screams
Wailing echoed dismal to

Too late for lantern to pick a path
In the trickster passages
Of the boggish marsh
The Balking...

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Spring, like the Phoenix, rises from the ash of winter's fire,
when ice and snow from frozen row were logs upon its pyre.
The thaw will trickle moisture to each niche upon the earth.
The liquid flame of...

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Pig a billa

Good tucker is ol pig-billa,
Porcupine Echidna hey,
Favourite food of Aboriginals,
Has him own spears anyway,

Track him cross the hot red sand,
Which way does he go, today,
Claws on his back legs are a pointing, 
Where...

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Finnegan Remembers….

Oh i can look and almost see,
My time in Ireland, verily,
Where I staggered drunken, oer the sod,
And had my way, perhaps a clod,
And fought the British see,

Finnegan, I was he, 
who lived on taters...

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Finnegan Remembers….

Oh i can look and almost see,
My time in Ireland, verily,
Where I staggered drunken, oer the sod,
And had my way, perhaps a clod,
And fought the British see,

Finnegan, I was he, 
who lived on taters...

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Children of the last age
Reading rites oer my grave
Know that inmy time
The earth was saved mymine.

In the age of Maya,
2012 winters cold,
Youth and age and reincarnate,
To the holy night,
Escape this earth's void

Once a dancing youth,
Filled...

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Power to the poet, power to the muse
power to those who dont refuse
to show their emotions under the sun
    say it and sing it , a victory won
 Power to truths that...

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Through rocky climbs He hears my plea
And holds His hands right under me
And there's no way He'll let me fall
For He's the Master of us all

Life's ups and downs can sure be rough 
But to...

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Skipping is binary,
one, nought, one, nought, one.
Clip clop.
Tick tock.
One foot up, skip.
Next foot up, skip.

Hop, step and jump,
'tis hopscotch time.
Heart in love, skips a beat.
Electrons skip in quantum rings,
dangling their participles.

Skipping off-beat in music 
it's...

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A Wind of Change

A wind of change ,blows over our land.
Scotlands destiny is in our hand
We had a chance to play freedoms dance,
Lies were told, promises sold,
By westminsters treacherous band.

A people torn between truth and...

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There's a break in the clouds
    and I wonder, Lord,
        is it there for you to peek through?

To watch "oer Your children
   ...

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plus or minus today on a cumulus of clouds keeping me from the stars
from my sofa I can do anything it's amazing 
the puzzle of life coming in a grid of ain't
isn't awesome the oer...

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re-post inspired by Nicola's contest

now
and then
better yet,
once in a while
it's now or never;
a will oer the wisp thing
here today,gone tomorrow
as with yesterday's newspaper
buried deep into today's troubles
My friend,today will soon be tomorrow
if you stop crying...

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