Long Sabres Poems

Three cousins played a “game’ of war
A map of Europe spread across the floor
No adults there to keep the score
As each of them wanted more and more

Three of four empires lay upon that map
As they...

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Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and curled,
stray stars and stripes adorning,
sent from the netherworld.

I wander through...

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Stashed with programs recorded, which, condensed on universal files
Will tell them very little of what they don’t know and may never know
In this lifetime or the next heaven, in this orbit or the next
Treasure from...

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Can any here recall my name?
Intoned by plenty years ago,
today I'd say but for a game
they play, not many here may know!

But here I stand and there you sit
and since we're comrades, more or less,
let's...

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Left And Right

Either side the cannons roar
Took of blood and wanted more
Salvo after salvo into the valley
Point blank range to deter the rally

Water poured over steaming muzzles
Russian gunner at this sight puzzles
Tis madness against this...

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Ten times ten they march to battle each with brethren by there side
rifles raised, and sabres rattle as ten good men were felled and died.
Nine times ten push on for glory through hell of fire...

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American Gentleman


He’s obsessed with Industry and Commerce:
He commemorates it by sniffing iron fillings,
Masticating rusty nuts and bolts and hooks
Which he then washes down
With a pint of crude oil!

Gas stirs Life in his impious Heart and...

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The Walk

Roans, chestnuts, blacks and greys
Stand the line in perfect swathes
Tunic buttons and brasses glisten
Brave men sit and for orders listen

The finest horse out on parade
Six hundred men, the Light Brigade
Speedy chargers of sword and...

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The sun makes me feel warm.
Twirling flags makes me feel dedicated.
Writing makes my mind wonder.
Drawing makes me feel free.
Getting a good grade makes me feel accomplished.
Being a mentor makes me feel important. 
Spinning sabres makes...

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Un appel – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s « An Appeal » by T. Wignesan

Les hommes d’Etat qui ourdissent les lois de la nation
Munis du pouvoir pour contraindre ceux qui résistent,
Guidez nous réaliser le but de...

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Slouch Hat
When you see the hat or hear the tune so fair, 
you'll know what its about. 
The old "Slouch hat" that our Digger's wear, 
and the "Waltzing Matilda" no doubt. 
Yes we have some...

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Whenever it seems that peace may break out,
Sabres start rattling, and brave leaders shout:
“Are you talkin' to me?” “Are you talkin’ to me?”
And the sh!t hits the fan, so we all can stay free.

God, for...

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You call her a mother; she lives on earth 
I sensed the level of her duty
With due regard of honour, she: a mirth
I call her the murdered yet a beauty

All the pains of living for...

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There's always a house
Some weird    vacant residence
Kids stay away from
Especially on certain nights
Those nights when the Moon is bright

Climbing those porch steps
Would take more than just courage
No child would risk it
It's the...

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they come from above when we don’t look
cloud people with their glass hearts of malady
aerial brothers of vultures and moonshiners
inborn fauvists of overcrowd seas

they’re here for the sad girl in this hollow house
she’s full of...

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A million light years away
   In a futuristic galaxy 
Far beyond our sky
 Dwell  the knights of the Jedi


   Obi Wan Kenobi is a great Jedi Knight
 He battles the...

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BERSHEBA BATTLE  W.W.1

Horses sensed the coming battle,
Heard sabres rattling to be free.
Fed a nose bag of oats, and the rattle, 
Of bayonets on the rifles, old Brumby
Off they are now, at a good trot....

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Diametric opposites in the plague zone,
Segregated genders on uncommon ground,
Existential sexes in grey areas,
Black and white battalions abound.

Separation psyches clash the cymbals,
Sabres rattled, thrusted and withdrawn,
Subtle be their subterfuge endemic,
Equilateral counterparts in scorn.

Her losing is...

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FIRE    THE   IMAGINATION


Mesmeric flames, coals aglow
Warmth on the face , don’t want to go
Burning coal and embers  smoulder
Outside room is getting colder
Pull my chair somewhat close
Moving flames me engross
Watch...

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For his fifth birthday, Heathcliff 
Received a toy sword and sheath 
With bubble mixture inside from 
His absent-minded Uncle Keith. 

It seemed an ideal gift. 

Heathcliff tingled with pride, 
Blowing heavenly bubbles 
In the lugholes...

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Sorry, but there ain't no
John William's sound tract
light sabres flashin
kick ass Storm Troopers 
or Death Star loomin.

Not like that at all
just a feeling
nothing matters
and if it did
I don't have 
the energy
anyhow.

Dark cloud descending,
sucking up my...

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