Long Rotter Poems

I tried to ignore the buffoonery and the cartoonery of the last 3 weeks of "politics," but found it impossible to do when so much needs to be fixed. A collaboration is taking place... please...

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OK another adventure in the mad poet’s life,
This occurred just before I met Jane, my imaginary wife.
Jane’s brother, Glen had set me up with a blind date
He said the girl was a stunner, I could...

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Dearest cherished oceans of the deepest blue.....
No, oh, no....I may not even visit you!

I cry to God's awesome skies,
To awaken people to all the lies.

Seagulls.....see me wave to them!
Walking back to my car to return
to...

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One day while fishing Noah feels a tug upon his rod,
“I think I’ve caught a fish!” he yells, “Please, let it be a cod!”
He pulls his rod and reels his line to see what’s on...

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Beneath Australia’s expansive sunlit sky, I recall the patchwork quilt, where my life began
12 provinces united, one country created; uniformity resists when anthems unite the parochial clan

From staunch Overijssel in the north, to Limburg’s laughter...

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Judging a book by its cover

Sitting on the bus not knowing where to look,
Lady in the seat in front engrossed in her book
Woman in seat opposite glances then looks away
Upon realising that the book is...

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Will the human race actually feel triumphant 
with the extinction of our African elephant,

why don’t humans believe it’s preposterous 
that Earth only homes two hundred Rhinoceros,

I being a human feel that I’m a total rotter
contributing...

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Hot Air

The name of that wind is Satana
It’s hot and it’s dusty and dry,
Don’t call the wind Santa Ana
In error, for that is a lie.
Saint Ann the mother of Mary
Is remembered in so many ways
But...

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Blemished
She lives with dishonour;
Besmirched
With hate, she’s surrounded
Broken-down
Her fate was thrown into darkness.

She is the mother of evil
A scum-bag of a woman
A lowlife
A rotter
She deserves death;
An eye for an eye.


In response to the mother who abused...

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Spire insight of silence
Swotch and bind, conspiracy of mind
Conspire and self-protrude
Mindless matter of maddened hatter
Borne gall of uncongruent bladder
Reign wettened confections'n faux pas 
Pram embedded bedding of public propaganda 
And poised for prose 'dulted diaper...

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I’m upset with smug Peter Pig
Who’d promised we could dance a jig
But spies my bent trotter
Gets nasty - the rotter
I call him an ignorant prig!

I’ve got a disability
But nothing will ever stop me
I’m a feisty...

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I would write you words that would make you smile
Of meadows and may flies and a love that lasted
I would sing songs of beauty that would you, beguile
If I weren’t such a miserable bastard.

And I’d...

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