Long Picker Poems

She watched the demolition team enter her old school. In the next few days it would be raised to the ground. The end of an era she thought, Christ, it was depressing.
Suddenly a thought entered...

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Mark Hurlin Shelton is a Poet from Cape Town South Africa, born in October 1967. He was raised by his grandparents in Three Anchor Bay, near Sea Point, where he attended his first schools: Ellerton...

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(The Apostle Paul is waiting at Athens, and some of the Epicureans and Stoics engaged him in conversation.)

Agon, Aidos, Apate, Bia, Corus and Dysnomia (talking amongst themselves) say “What will this seed picker say?”

(A seed...

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The sign actually said ‘Universal Disposal’ but the haggard squalid creature 

Had no time for such ephemeral discourse he could just about spell his name

Kanja meaning water born and his parents had hoped he would...

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The art of love is largely the art of persistence.
The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.
A single rose can be my garden.a single friend, my world.
Beauty without virtue...

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I’ve sorted spuds at Cora Lynn, picked asparagus at Vervale, 
Cherries in the Dandenong’s, beans on the Thompson close to Sale,
I’ve picked apples out at Labertouche and made a tidy quid,
But I’ve never picked an...

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                      Right, Poetry Soup check it, before you wreck it,
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he sits in back of the class
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This poem is not meant to be a speech nor is it written to offend or give anyone blame.
It just a mere observation of how today leaders choose to bring civilasation back into the slave...

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there's some praying going on right now
and it's time for you to get on down 
down on your knees and to God just pray
that He'll remove all the trash standing in your way

how many time...

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There is a boy, who I spill all my secrets to. 
Someone that I look forward to seeing everyday. 
A person who I think about all night. 
Who dances through my dreams. 
Who's smile is...

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far and below   you will find-
my favorite poem   written in 
free verse    it is not just the theme

but the style of     eecummings
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Black Bird on a Wire

Black Bird
sitting on a wire
back turned towards me
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes
I see here at this old dump
picking through the unwanted wanted things
I wish I could...

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the quiet of the spring day was broken
by the noise and shouts in the fields
belching smoke the great iron beast 
dropping its sharp blades into the soil
took large bites into the soft belly of the...

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A black stone with diamonds inside
She shines but you would never know
They hit her but she never falls 
They whip her but she never breaks 
Speed in her step even though they try to slow...

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Black Bird
Sitting on a wire
Why is your back turned towards me?
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes,
or do you wish to create some mystery?
I have seen you
Here at this old dump
Picking through...

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Wistful is the heart, silent the walls
    where the gambols of youth echoed.
A return tale’s sentimental journey
  inside the gates of Sweet Briar Road

Long it behoves me my thanksgiving 
 ...

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a Walk in-
the woods    with debussy's
prelude to the afternoon
in my ears

time    stands    still

the warmth of the sun
music echoing amongst trees
the chant
of songbirds

oh peace and tranquility embrace

the...

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Rag-picker  (Poetic Form ::  LaDán )

Initial days of journalism, I got one
task to cover the rag-picker's life.
Met one boy in street, to learn what's being done.
As he talks, felt how life turns so...

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It was a Sunday cherry picker 
Saints were coming not to bicker 
We will take a few 
Then on cue
Change them to
A special wine 
And have a nice time 
Mr. Bourne he did listen 
Dreaming...

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on my-
diaphanous    gossamer filmy cloud-
sumptuous I float woebegone

flowers   far   and below

and bluebirds come
fluttering in the azure sky
twittering and its
beautiful

gossamer filmy cloud-sumptuous

the gobbledygooks with their nonsense
far   and...

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Dark serene
Alone and together
My world in chaos
Vocational anxiety
Financial sobriety
Yet all matters not
As I look to my right
Gaze at my Gucci
Amazed by her will
Her zest for life
Amidst physical turmoil
A ruthless journey
Made tolerable and enjoyable
By quintessential Alpha...

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Sometime after midnight, it had rained
Putting out summer’s sultry heat
The sky had its face washed clean
And wiped the grime off Earth’s soiled feet
	
The dawn is quietly breaking
Night lights still glimmer here and there
The blue firmament...

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A Passel of People Participated from all Portions of the nation.
The Purpose - To Promulgate the Pickle Pickers and Packers Association!
Parsimonious President Dill Presented a Pretty Powerful oration,
To Pitch a Passionate Plan for their Prestigiious...

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During an early stroll, did you notice a bird leaving his nest
in search of his pretty mate? But he will not wander off
more than a mile, if the first raindrop lands on his crest;
morning after...

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