Long Stockade Poems

Ballaraat’s known for its bounty of gold,
and the days of Eureka Stockade,
plus winning horses, on racing courses,
where flanks of the horses are flayed.

And the offer of prize is a bountiful one,
for a winner that’s greeting...

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A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose
  
Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering 
helter skelter to get loose
necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose
to usher at yours truly 
(an aspiring wordsmith) vamoose!

Hey diddle diddle the...

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I’ve unfurled the Southern Cross tonight and put it
On the wall, and as I gazed the longest while.. I thought I heard the
dingo’s call?  It couldn’t be as all
Round me were the sounds of...

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Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled 

Hey diddle diddle 
the cat and the fiddle
when off to see 
a crooked man and woman,
whilst cowards jumped 
over moo ving little
pair of mismatched muggles,
who both walked...

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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
   when off to see a crooked man and woman
whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little
   pair of mismatched muggles, 
   who...

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Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear.
Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee.
Only my path to and from the bird feeders,
Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence,
Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew 
Blanketing a lush, green...

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fumigated like stockade lice
you Wall St. cologne jockeys
would be 3rd World land fill
recall that consciousness is tunable
adjust your volume to a comfortable level
because Turette's plus Alzheimer's 
is a  nation destroying combo
I forgot what I...

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I’ve been working since I was twelve years old,
But my first on-the-books job
Was as a sailor in the US Navy,
Gunners Mate.
Six years and three Westpac deployments.
Fifty months of sea duty
Changed me for good and bad.
Over...

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Everyone remembers Jack 
He had those magic beans
Again, they just told part of it
And it's nothing like it seems

The giant wasn't really a bad guy
But jack was truly a thief
He even worked for Robin Hood
Contrary...

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Villanelle : Those whom the Muses love die Martyrs' deaths at lone Stockade

Those whom the Muses love die martyrs' deaths at lone stockade
Not yearning for success excuses each seek to elude
Fame stops at no stranger's...

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Villanelle : If you think you think and not feel your thoughts invade

	For Mozart's solo piano in Concertos Nos. 20 & 22, K466 & K482 (1785)

If you think you think and not feel your thoughts...

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long term thinking is a creator of appetite
but brain chemistry can play tricks 
like a rattlesnake bite can play tricks
once you toss your conscience into the gutter
and the desire for being the most free
becomes last...

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They gathered together thinking it’s not right
To charge for mining permits with gold in sight
So they gathered together at the Eureka Stockade
And armed themselves in their righteous crusade

Each digger stood by the Southern Cross flying...

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A scientist worked hard each day
To make a time machine to work away
And he had an assistant who worked along
Happy to share the scientist’s song
He had to clock on and off each day
The scientist not...

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Memories of my childhood
are Polaroids of nostalgic cards
instant colored snapshots of my every action
from the day of my birth to the day I took my first steps
from the day I first started school to the...

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A friend is one who you can trust
To be always kind and always just.

When you are lonely or afraid,
A friend will be your colonnade.

When truth is lost in masquerade,
A friend's strong hand will be your...

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The heavens scent of layers varnish,
upon layers then grow and tarnish,
like a stockade wrapped with palisades.
A battlement inside playing charades;
as the volume gets louder - louder,
won't turn off or fade. Battering
turbulence that goes on for...

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The stump on which I sit
Drawn to reverie each new day,
Today was wet with mist;
A trait of the mystery
Of dew on my stump.


All the tall grass
Around the foot so lovely
Like stockade in their dance.
With leaves...

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