Long Sheila Poems

SORRY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN DEALERS IDENTITY FRAUD CRIMINAL GROUP YOU WILL NEVER EVER IMPERSONATE ME YOU WERE MISLEAD BY SLEEPING WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND CIRO GARGANO AND PETER GARGANO IF YOU HURRY...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"

                    John Ruskin, 1853


I think of youth’s sweet...

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There is a new mythology emerging, 
Howling from the hind end of the pack, 
Scorching the composted leavings 
Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of flame 
Showing the way for true rock & rollers. 
It’s...

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Joyce Letitia Richmond-Solomon (A servant of God and a friend to man)

Every life has its seasons and God has created each individual for a purpose. Blessed and happy are those who discover their purpose and...

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This was accidentally written as a comment to my buddy, Line.
Yes, THAT Line.
The famous Line.
The one who wins all the contests, and 
we all love Line, anyway, I do.
And it's her birthday month!

Come on, Muse.
STICK...

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killing her song
(for Adhimu aka Lawrence Hamm and Sheila Reid*)
by ‘bro. zayid’

“I'm gonna stay on the battlefield
“I'm gonna stay on the battlefield
“I'm gonna stay on the battlefield,
Until I die…”
--Freedom Song

this is not rocket science…
no experts...

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killing her song
(for Adhimu aka Lawrence Hamm and Sheila Reid*)
by ‘bro. zayid’

“I'm gonna stay on the battlefield
“I'm gonna stay on the battlefield
“I'm gonna stay on the battlefield,
Until I die…”
--Freedom Song

this is not rocket science…
no experts...

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Screaming from his office was loud enough to wake the dead
by our trucking company foreman who was livid when he said,
“That useless bloody mongrel, that scum of the flamin’ earth,
has loaded up a truck with...

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Good Vibrations 

It’s been one year,
three months 
and two days,
since Floyd last rode his Harley.

Damn stroke!
His F-ing left leg don’t work 
and he barely grips with his left hand.

Sheila watches him every day,
yep every F-ing...

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July 4, 1961

           Well HELLO MARY LOU, 

You won’t believe this but I just HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE that someone else was 
getting a...

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Last night, Dark Choice came to Samuel in a dream. Others have described Dark Choice as the Devil elegantly clothed. He is both mysterious and alluring. Samuel felt his peaceful slumber being threatened by this...

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Lips of cherry, full, to show a lovely smile, she; with a tan of golden brown 
Her silk worthy hair, a light shimmering brown, forming around her beautiful face
A face of innocence, without a blemish,...

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(conclusion to previous "poem" here)

One afternoon, our home phone rang and I began, as usual,
a heartfelt chat with Sheila. My memory is dim.
What we talked of I can’t quite recall. I only know one thing:
I...

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Once there was dingo, rabidly mad as he could be
who thought he was a Bruce of a man by how he spoke
But no man would call him their 'mate,' for you see...
he was a mongrel...

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We went shopping
The misses and me
And afterwards we went
To our favourite café for a tea

The misses decided 
She wanted to visit her brother Jim
She said “Since we in town,
“I have somefink to give to him”

So...

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BEAUTIES BY THE BABBLING BROOK

They sat on the boulders
by the babbling brook
basking in God's brightness,
their bronze curly locks
bouncing as they giggled.

Their beauty was perfect 
in every way, including
the big beautiful bold eye
that graced each of...

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I love a sunburnt Aussie bloke, with great big, muscled arms,
His rugged well-built shoulders, and face with all its charms.
I love his thongs and singlet too, and stubby shorts you see,
His beer gut proudly hanging...

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Bloody race horses! Flamin’ ‘Hilly’. He said he had the inside news
‘Put everything you own on it, the horse just cannot lose’.
To think I listened to him; he’s left me right up the creek,
‘cause now...

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I am thinking of putting all of my poems in a book.  I have around 80-90 of them.  
This is what I have come up with so far for an intro.  Your...

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The Ancient Mariner of the parliament square
Like the mariner he was, a scrawny, skin unfair
A loner with a glittering eyes, possibly a bit touched
A Clint Eastwood impersonator look, he seemed to bear

But a powerful speaker...

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I’d kissed at least one boy by age fourteen.
Disappointment was the taste it left.
Although it was short, it was far from sweet.
In contrast, my second kiss was lengthy.
Its honey lingered in my mouth all night.

Oh,...

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Years later, in my twenties now.
I got a call,
 it was mom she had cancer.
I was scared what if was all I could muster.
All I thought was I couldn't bare, 
 at least one parent...

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It’s what we had all waited for
What we practiced for all year
Not that I am bragging
But I was the one to fear
Now Sheila was a gammer
And MiMi had the charm
Jinx was just my sister
Not one...

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I’d been droving for some months now in the harsh drought ridden outback.
Through the stations of East South Australia and along Strzlecki’s track.       
By the time I reached a...

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Her fragile skin so very soft
disease has not yet stolen.
What too has robbed her insides
her strength's have interwoven.

Her character is the roadmap
that's become her body's canvas.
Interlacing each stitch with memories
new Life would be her solace.

Waiting...

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