Long Pitt Poems

"That also has a steep drop off the far side of Home Sweet Hell" said my soulless guide as he pointed in the direction of the nearby screams. 
I could see what resembled silhouettes or...

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A nice couple. The Tale of Jean and William. Part 1

Jean Fallen was born in 1999 and had a lonely childhood. 
She grew up in Redfern but never went to school.
She lived with her mother...

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The music more or less acts as a sequel to the poem. 
Please click onto the music when cued in the poem and continue enjoying it. 

The Girl
She looks down at her shoes, they’re nice
An...

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Everybody got a Hollywood life story
to tell
More meat on the bone
give juicier bites 
to sell
Nobody ever turns in a tarnished silver screenplay
Those warts and mistakes
get Photoshop casting couch edited away
Baby Jane rude attitude don’t make...

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I wish i was at home in my bed
But i'm stuck out in the cold and alone in my head
I Hate this place
No matter what turn I take, i'm forced to relive every mistake I've...

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Lisa and I had been watching some boys strut about, as they played soccer, in their little shorts, in the freezing cold. It’s an old animal story.

The game ended, or it was intermission and about...

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Part 2 of 2

.........eclectic mangling with each dextrous touch, fine lines begin to smudge, 


reality blends with fiction, body becomes an instrument, instantly switched on, fingers-the intimate, 


high octave tinkering, pursed lips to the sky-the...

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Smoke signals rise from Sitting Duck cavern
In town the Pitt gang are trashing the tavern
John Wayne strolled in and he ain’t here to dance
They say that he walked like he just sh*t his pants

Don’t be...

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Dead by Morning II
(Dead by Morning, 3/13/20 explained what will happen.  This is the followup.)

I’m no prophet…
  I just pay attention…
    so cough it…

What say you? Ah choo? Who?
 ...

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sitting at the breakfast table as i eat the eggs you love so much the empty spot still sets here  i cant help not to think what you are doing right now  i...

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sitting at the breakfast table as i eat the eggs you love so much the empty spot still sets here  i cant help not to think what you are doing right now  i...

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sitting at the breakfast table as i eat the eggs you love so much the empty spot still sets here  i cant help not to think what you are doing right now  i...

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If I was a fool 
I'd love as many times as I wanted

If I was a millionaire 
I'd beg to be a poor man wishing for more
because I believe my dreams should stay in my...

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"My soul is sold for almost three decades on cd's, dvd's, and 
the internet around the globe. Jack  of all 
trades. It is not fair that the celebrities do not share; 
this is not...

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XIAO LING

I wish I knew you well ?, I wish I knew what is in your heart ?
I stepped out of my bleak, four cornered room on Sunday.
I stepped out from my sterile four walled...

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Smith’s Octopuses Party On Pontoons 
                   Rumor Has It My Dear

Rumor has it my dear something spectacular...

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Diablo, we trust those for when we fall on knees to pray and let them take us, so much 
apetite for thos we have confided, sober the wind we have breath on, take it all...

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I envy the self of me I will never have.
My lip quivers and I stroke my stubble
I this self walking down the street
well dressed, brooding with business and focus.
He's walks tall with a forward step.
He's...

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You know....whomsoever(?) you are...in this reading(Poetry) my inquirlization is to
capture an emotional thought to factualization. The fact is that we're living in per-
ilous times, as life itself attacks daily with common everyday confrontation's;  This
poem...

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Fathers Day

A melancholia has crept into this day,.
and into the dreams of the days that follow.
To bed I went, knocked out by the final blow
to this friendship, a friend I just do not know.
A friend...

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Winters methodology

Along the Pitt river banks, I sometimes go.
Watching the murky waters move so slow.
This river that rolls on, in different direction
as I sit, contemplating this world of reflections.

There – in these tranquil silences –...

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The curious case 
Of
Christopher Flaherty

Who began and started out in life with
a perfectly normal human sized brain

Born with a wise old head on his
shoulder's old before his time

That over time and age regressed

And shrunk into...

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Last line...
on him black eyes did sit........drat Cricket...Don
It didn't help his hemmaroids,
Cos I downed old Darcy Pitt.
They wouldn't let me bowl,

the nasty game of Cricket.
an out you go hows that!
twisty ball gets ya wicket,
sneaky buggers...

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I wish I could walk without feeling pain
I wish I could live my life again.

I dream of a time when I could run like a deer
I could jump like a gazelle with nothing to fear.

I...

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Smoke signals rise from Sitting Duck cavern
In town the Pitt gang are trashing the tavern
John Wayne strolled in and he ain’t here to dance
They say that he walked like he just sh*t his pants

Don’t be...

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