Long St george Poems

War leaves scars. They are emotional. They are physical. They are spiritual.

My brother had proposed to my sister-in-law on Valentine's Day, and so it was on that fateful day, 12 years later that his and...

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Our Mate Charlie Brummell
Yes mate we went a droving back in nineteen fifty eight, 
The drovers cook was pretty rough, he couldn`t wash a plate. 
Hector he was fifty two, when he burnt our damper...

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A big white did pace the ute,
no noise it made, what sort of a brute? 
it must still be there it never left,
next thing i knew we had a coppers arrest,
We  seem to have...

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A knight.... 
Head bowed 
The sword sheathed 
Glittering blade......... 
Will never fade 

Knights of St John 
Knights Templar........ 
Have come far 
Battles, far from won 

Jerusalem.......... 
Will be lost......... 
We are the few......... 
What can...

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Spotlighted like a Kangaroo

Spotlighted like the Kangaroo’s
And the bloody Dingoes too,
White light spotlights overhead,
Reaching down for me I dread,
What will the bastards do,

Big white light, soundless it’s true,
Followed us over the Moonie dew,
I asked Mark...

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I fancy that I am competent  
To write on the theme of fear—
Only because I have spent much of my life in fear
 And thus seem to know the emotion inside out!

Now, coping with...

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The Artist: The Later Years 
by Edmund Siejka
(companion piece to The Artist published March 28, 2013)

He hadn’t sold anything 
In a long time
Arms crossed
He scrutinized the paintings
Displayed in the 
Most modern of modern Chelsea galleries.

Behind...

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YouTube.com is the best home movie website all users have ever visited. this website is as
the same as the episode of "America's Funniest Home Videos." For when these people want to
post their own videos on...

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I rest my hand, 
upon golden sand 

My glittering sword 
In faith, it has been forged 
for the cross of St George 

Jewelled  rapier and soft silk, 
the men I fight, 
is of that...

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I rest my hand, 
upon golden sand 

My glittering sword 
In faith, it has been forged 
for the cross of St George 

Jewelled  rapier and soft silk, 
the men I fight, 
is of that...

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"When Heaven Opened Up"



And when Heaven opened up
There, the dragon finally approached;
St George embraced Her Truth

The mother waiting for an apology
that never came, withdrew Her sword
Her heart gone all Light, full and golden,

is seen to...

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Rodger Beadmore
While a droving out near Bollon at about the forty mile, (1950s)
just a following sheep through the lime bushes dense. 
Moving down the stock route, a feeding all the while.
By and by shortly we...

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>That was me not God, saying that.
He's looking now and He is not sad .
Even on Earth our faults don't make Him feel bad.
Just one thing before this exclamatory prose ends.
Please ask God as a...

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The Artist
 


Once described as an intense artist
He now sits comfortably
Patiently being interviewed 
By a reporter
Half his age
He begins
When I was a younger
I would come home from school
To an empty apartment
To keep myself occupied 
Until...

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Oh second hand counting time
upon the liver building gothic clock
Waving goodwill to her dearly departed 3 sister's
Starring gainly upon lady mersey set a blitz

Climbing up her red bricks
Of the old abandoned mill's
And lighting up her...

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DIEHARD


British Columbia outside St George, we were twelve years old.
Two  boys  and Jamie’s  black Scottish Terrier shooting squirrels 
In the forest up Douglas  Mountain one summer’s day.
Stumbled across  a wolverine...

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WHY THOMAS K THOMAS LEFT A SUICIDE NOTE

Nothing left aside,
He lay on his back
Eyes fixed at ceiling fan.
Reminiscence of Predicament
Of travels in shade
Sojournment in places many.
Land of beautiful women
Back waters,
Port wine and pure lust
Day of...

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My Grandmother’s Baking Pans

I remember peering through Nana’s broken window countless times on my way to St. Augustine’s Girls’ School in St. George. But that day felt different. As I watched the black birds pecking...

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David can often be seen hot on the trail, 
Of Richard Whitehead, sprinter, runner, 
And was reported in Rio de Janero’s mail, 
As the 200m bronze medalist, stunner.

He went to St George Catholic College, 
Located...

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The Old Coaster   

I got meself a coaster bus, 
To make a motorhome.
I checked it out for any rust,
In it we’re gonna roam.

We’ll check out all the freebie sites, 
And camps along the...

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Our kids came for a visit last Saturday week,
Just seven days of sun and fun did they seek,
Samantha I last saw 2 years ago, but John,
it's been a long time since we met one on...

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Drinking with Tood at StGeorge…

Lets drink to ole Tood Taylor, 
who was full of it,
Prisoner of the Japanese, 
had the scours just a bit,
So the Jap’s they had him a cooking ,
And the extra care...

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Let Englishmen Awake
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2016

St George’s day is coming
let Englishmen awake
the denigration of our name
is more than we will take

but we will rise above it
the Red Cross on the white
and once again...

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In Silene there he once came
and by the water met a dame
"oh please leave" she softly said
"or you like me will soon be dead."
"Alas poor dear" he bravely vowed
"have no fear" he gently bowed,
"I'll protect...

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St. George May not be English
By Bob Moore(c) 2016

St. George may not be English
but he’s England’s Patron Saint
St. Patrick is Saint of Ireland
but an Irishman he ain’t

St David was a Welshman
but St Andrew, not a...

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