Long Pome Poems

Oi be nowt but an auld country hick,
we a liddle bit of gall, an a lotta stick.
Oi baint niver afeared to speak me mind,
nor critizise folks harshly iffen Oi find
zummit I don’t loik.  Tis...

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every March seventeenth, the glint froom
a perverted imp finds me achin'
and if aye dig deep enough,
this Goyish pseudo judo day yo criss chin

can figuratively unearth a puckish
   (gnome like) elfish sprite 
 ...

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After winter’s cold, Apple Blossoms unfold.
Bright, fresh spring brings Bluebells to behold.
Cheery Cherry Blossoms burst then dance to ground.
Delightful Dahlias bloom spring all around.
Eastern Redbuds warm cold winter emotion and
Fresh Freesia compliments each spring notion.
Gardenias...

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I learnt a long time ago.....art depends on how the person
experiencing your work perceives it...........so please don't
get upset...........how someone............judges your poetry
it is but the perception of one person..........a singular look
how one person looks at what...

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WRITER'S BLOCK

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i Came to Australia
by Bob Moore © 2020

I came to Australia a long time ago
as soon as I started to talk, they would know
you are a Pome, then they would laugh
your always whinging, and don’t...

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All the things i've come to bleed for in the past
childhood held hopes that where never ment to last
my inosence long since sinned away
carrying the crossafix i'll hang from it's my grave

but your beleafs be...

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I writ a pome that shocked the teachers
Knocked the collars off the preachers
Awoke those sleeping in the bleachers

Then I wrote another one
Made it funny just for fun
It ended ‘fore it was begun

My pencil, such a...

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I thought I'd write a word or two,
Like all them famous poets do,
And then mayhap I would be known,
And folks would ask me to intone,

The lyrics that were world renown,
In recitals throughout town;
So I sat...

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THE  POME

I wanted to be famous,
So I thought I`d write a pome,
Somethin`reely spiritchul,
With touching undertones.

Somethin`folks would reed about,
When I`m dead and gone,
And call me poet, artist, bard,
And put it in a tome.

Them great big...

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I rited a pome
While sitting at home
And scratching my dome
With a toothless old comb.

I tried really hard
Out there in the yard
To make a neat rhyme
But it took too much time.

I looked up and down,
I searched...

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I could cry or let the world get me down
But that would let it win I am to strong for that
I think I will go into town
And get a new hat

Or maybe I should write...

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I wanted to be famous,
So I thought I'd write a pome.
Somethin' reely spiritchul,
With touching undertones.

Somethin' folks would reed about,
When I'm dead and gone,
And call me poet, artist, bard,
And put it in a tome.

Them great, big...

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"This 'pome' don't make NO sense! What junk!"
the scowling students muttered.
"Two roads in the woods!" one hissed. "Such bunk"--
opinions rudely uttered.

I quelled the urge to hurl my book.
I said, "Can't you surmise
what they might mean?...

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Pome du jour

Rudderless and leaderless we will traverse

The seas and the trails 

Of meter, rhyme schemes and tropes

(If we please)

And land on Moot Point - somewhere north of San Francisco.

The medium is, after all, the...

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Roses is red; a dollar are green.
Dough wuz the grandest thang Bubba'd done seen.
He had a bad wreck and ruptured his spleen.
His surgery wuz in a room that tweren't clean!
He paid Doc with roses, and...

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Long ago,
when we were all
primordial slime
creeping about
in the grime,
awaiting our
time,
we decided:
poetry must rhyme
 
wars passed,
throats slashed
swords clashed
faces gashed
and smashed
before children aghast
in retaliation
against rhymeless trash.
 
the rhyme preserves a tone
and stiffens a certain bone
in the body...

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LOVE ON CAPITOL HILL
Love can make you goofey in the mornin,                     
make you babble like...

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