Long Pickers Poems

In these United States of America, there is a little town not very far off the beaten path. Neither gold nor silver has ever been mined in or near this town of fertile delta soil....

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Mama – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Mum » by T. Wignesan

Kevin Gilbert (July 10, 1933 – April 1, 1993) - father of Irish-English ancestry, mother an aboriginal from New South Wales - was orphaned...

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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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All across those white fields of cotton in early fall, one cotton-filled sack at a time was lifted from the hands of human cotton pickers into the hands of the man on the mule. The...

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the combustion of combinations of created

An angle of a candle in a demi flux should not be mistaken for tooth floss, cherry pickers, or ironing boards. For the numerous numbers of numerals note noticeable nuances...

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In the colorful region of America where I was born and raised, the colors                     ...

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cinnamon seeps into the home and I can already smell the sugar crumble

a fragrance of childhood innocence captures memories and recollections

different times they were when fresh food could only be bought in season

or harvested from...

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Inside my nose lies my kind of treasure
Each dig brings no gold, but a lot of pleasure
Most times it's the right nostril that's clogged
With the left side, when I blow out, I can whistle for...

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Crazy Mick the Irishman, with trademark bike and overcoat,
wheeling his way back into town, classed as a tarnished silly goat.
His hair was long and curly; spoken words barely understood.
His manner gave impression he's up to...

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My pulse quickened
As tears streamed down my face
I felt my soul race
Notes rising from discarded bits
Yanked out of plastic bags
from decaying pits
Skin sun baked and bleeding splits
Garbage, hand formed into instruments
So that these deaf ears...

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September has come
and the ripe orchards
abundantly display their delicious fruits:
peaches of delicate rose,
and cherries of deep red!
Teens, with their empty baskets, 
anxiously run to pull them 
off the drooping branches;
and one of them yells,
" I...

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The Team.   

Here we are in Gayndah town, 
The parks are all filled up. 
With Caravans and Motor homes,
‘N’ Backpackers trying their luck.

The pickers are around the trees,
And filling Gaypak bins.
As cold and...

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I used to have a mother. But I was never her daughter.
She prefered to pretend I was never there and instead I went up in smoke.
Just like her life, up in smoke that went too.
She...

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Sing me a old down-home song;
Sing to me some blues.
Syncopate the drums, sing loud and long.
Sing to me some blues.
Tell of people, from a homeland ripped,
Packed like sardines, cross the ocean shipped,
Remember to me bodies...

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O Brexit, Brexit Won’t You Marry Me?

O Brexit, Brexit, won’t you marry me
When your big bad deal is done?
On no sweet maid I cannot marry you
For Repeal Bill needs to be run.
So up she went...

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Never been to a festival before
But agreed to go with AL to Weiser
I had no idea what was in store
The way Al described it, was a teaser

The Weiser Festival is a week long
We stayed in...

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I’d never been to a festival before
But agreed to go with AL to Weiser
Really had no idea what was in store
The way Al described it, was a teaser

The Weiser Festival is a week long
We stayed...

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2/1/23

Shout out to Einstein
How has it not already been a sign of the times?
What a tragedy the way that Christ died
Too real it's lifesize
To this day we got all these wise guys
Full of white lies
Critically...

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My Bothers and Sisters
(Street Kids)

We grow up in public landfills, train stations, 
under the bridges of towns,
victims of all kinds of abuse, but we still had rights…
because of conflicts with our relatives, 
we did not...

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Cotton Picker’s Lament


 
Feet burn soul blends with the earth, the heat, the picking season
Hands, hard calloused leather punctuated by picking scars
Drag that long sack behind me across black bottom earth—

Cottonseed tucked into its sprouting...

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Autumns I Once Knew                               ...

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Oh, Please, Not Again

By Elton Camp

As a teenager, I admit I was a nerd.
Books to sports I very much preferred. 
To become agile, I didn’t have the means.
Athletic ability just wasn’t in my genes.

But back...

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The white cherry blossoms,
Showed up in early spring,
While daffodils were dancing in the wind,
The blossoms whistled and were getting kissed by hummingbirds and bees. 

In the race to who will taste the sweet tart cherries...

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Merry music from the radio, informing us that it's the season to be jolly;
Dad is out and about, making plans for next year's crops;
Mom is distributing chores to us 'rug rats', before we scatter;
The fragrance...

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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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