Long Snags Poems

When I was a child in Los Angeles, you could size up groups approaching by watching their movements.

I remember this gang of older kids approaching me, watching them carefully while looking down to see if...

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This piece is a testimonial to the strong and unwavering love many of us tend to bestow upon our pets - been there - done this -


Just the other day, while I was talking with...

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Land Is A Loom
I sailed the fiord like inlets between Powell River and Drury Inlet.
The land itself  spoke from mountains, torents, islet
From bird song and bear splashing fishers
From rutting moose and cougars sharp incisors.
The...

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There is a water glint,
just shining through the copse beyond.
Autumn's sinking sun, 
barred by spindle trees and the last 
of summer's brindled reeds 
and sedge and rush that fringe this stilling pond.
.
 
Damp leaves hide...

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Eccentric kook's reasonable rhyme zigzags

Doggone poet laureate
wannabe his index finger wags
nonverbally naysaying those,
who doubt mine posthumous
fame and fortune, which snags
eternal renown within pantheon
of storied writers such foolhardiness nags
yours truly keeps bad company with hags
unemployed day...

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Am never paving way ever again to tears,
Am standing tall to all these fears,
I have trembled enough,
Struggled enough,
Am never looking back again,
Nothing will take me back to that futon,
I have worked harder to slide back,
Embraced...

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Not like a figwort but not an aster, either. Could he be a buttercup
with sepals, no petals, but sepals like petals? Alan is a bluebeech,
an ash if his books sell. Quick shake hands. Zach's bald...

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In Jan 6. 2021, a number of his myrmidons from all parts of the country converged to Washington to seize and squat the Capitol mansion following his seditious malarkeys, ending this country's long uneventful run...

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Pen Wakes, Shakes And Casts Its Darkest Long Frown

When faithful pen, releases not its ink
heaven and stars refuse usual blinks
moon dims and lets out moaning mournful cries
poison arrows shoot across wailing skies
Paper cringes in desperate...

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Seeming to decipher,
The count of the sample,
Whether white, red or dead,
It appears, each is ample,
The blood of our lives,
Not the fluid, arterial,
But the beings, among them,
Usurped the toy in your cereal,
Their daily appearance,
At the start...

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So what’s next? Flipping through books of images, undecided. I keep asking myself pleading with the painful thoughts that constant haunts my mind.  I’m looking through my life with a fine grooming comb removing...

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Get the barby firing, put on the ready meat
have the odour wafting through houses in the street;
someone half a mile away, puts his nose in the air,
goes hell-bent on a bloodhound scent to get over...

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Sunburnt Country

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...

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Clutching
The end of my Zebco rod and reel
As the cast of tackle is flung
Like a small knot of costume jewelry
Skimming atop the caramel-colored Grand River
Dragonfly rattling awry

The vibration tingling in the palm of my hand
As...

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A cold, cold autumn wind,
Tickles my edges to the frills.
Making me wave to the people,
And starts to give me the chills.

Now a stronger gust,
Lifts my silken body free.
My shiny red skin shimmers,
For all the world...

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Angel of Mine

I knew I’d soon go places
my life had never known

a land of battles, snags and snares
things I would not condone 

I knew that I would soon become
her biggest enemy
I couldn't let that stop...

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There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river
that’s a cog in the natural wheel
flowing longer than mans’…
time upon earth
and home for the blackfish and eel.

They say that the time of the crayfish
goes back to the dinosaurs’...

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Shelah is an autumn fairy who loves pumpkins, squash, and maize.
She lives in the best oak tree in Semi-Forgotten Forest.
Old lady down the road makes quilts, so she snags material for free.
So many fat quarters...

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The Fault Line

My son sent me a message from the Grand Canyon and a boyo he is
                  ...

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The writers high?  It is quite real
Though it won’t come every day
It’s when the scene you wish to make,
Spills out freely on the page.
Say you’re writing two young lovers
In a passionate embrace…
One kisses the...

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With speedy, gutsy ease
          her Irish father rolls up the front room rug
          Gaelic music lathers the...

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Porridge is ploppy' broth is real thin.. 
However this true 'soup of poetry' fills things up to the brim..
I'll admit its sometimes murky... yet its flavours real strong...'
its long on warm welcomes to whoever jumps...

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Ozzie Ozzie Ozzie
24/08/2018
Contest on my Home country by Brahne Bailey

Being an Ozzie is great,
Everyone calls Everyone Mate.
Too laid back for a heated debate,
Culture so young..... so we’re late.

We walk around wearing our thongs,
Like it’s a...

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tap of nails, slide wood, pull drapes 
stains loiter in round mug shapes

water sipped, books stack, words leap
hush wizened pages, neighbors sleep 

journals, confessionals, down or up
old cartridge spills, pens horde in cup

shackled hands, lungs...

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There is always a killer standing in the rain, 
a disciple of doomsday who drip feeds on pain; 
there is always a killer with pistols and knives, 
a maker of widows from once happy wives....

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