Long Postie Poems

I stare at the world through slats in the blind
Which are partly obscuring the dazzle at times
There's nothing particular to spot there today
As even the birds seem to have all flown away

But once in a...

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This is the tale of Whistling Jim and how he met his maiden fair.

By the shores of Richmond's river, by the shelves of sparkling water
In the shining super market, Meg Macauleey, Nimble Fingers
Nimbly checking out...

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Coming to an End


On the terrace this morning, it is warm, 
sun has not 
switched on the heaters yet, and wonders if the postie 
His brother was sending him chewing tobacco rolled
up in newspapers as...

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Sunbeams flood into my room like a tide on the rise creeping in.
Woe betide me be, wet or dry, warm or cold, enlightened or beam blighted.
Dawn bears beams of revelations, comings and goings, flotsam and...

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A man’s home is his castle it sure needs a moat
Or, even better to get there, his own, ferry boat

Cause’, it seems his castle is not quite his home
After he has finished with the visitors...

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The sun is passed its zenith, the postman’s day is done;
Nigh 50 miles his horse has trod, just two thousand
More to go. My little case is a lighter load, much greater
He has born, yet still...

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When growing up as a only child
always so loved to get a letter
living in countryside few folk around
postie delivery made me feel better

Leaving school no great intentions
but had within me real desire
to be a postman...

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Name is Lurid…most people call me Lou
I deliver dreams and nighmares to the dead
See people get it wrong
Heaven can’t connect to earth
It’s cut off to reduce pain
He’ll is connected though sorry I am banned from...

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Shifting focus from farm to stars
the drifting night begins
where listless day turns to mist.
Beyond the harbour bar
boats put out to sea.

By dawn the salty breeze 
is flecked with foam
it peppers the Postie 
as he makes...

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He likes to wear short trousers in the summer
Although he does not really have the legs 
They’re not exactly pretty or alluring
When they handed out the pins he got the dregs
He keeps them both exposed...

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Drinking drugging, chug a lugging,
Cruising down the poncy street,
Drunk a 40 cats a hugging,
Look out 4 this ***** on heat,

Brain a thumpin, blood a pumping,
Dogs a humping, jelly beans to eat,
Cant get me car outa...

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