Long Struth Poems

For ten months now I’ve brooded over coming second place
in the pickle section deeming, it no less than a disgrace.
It was written plain and simple, so there can be no excuse,
that the pickles in this...

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I was asked to read some poetry down at an old folks home,
Where they'd lost need for toothbrushes, and naturally a comb,
That is the blokes of course, who are gummy, stooped and bald, 
And closing...

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"Circadian"



In the garden
I planted for you,
somewhere in 
the unplundered
Territory of Hypothalamus,
I found a flower 
who’s name was
You Wouldn’t Know the Truth
“God Help Us”
cried the lost 
Praying Mantis,
“Hear this, the journey
towards Light 
incurs a deep dive...

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I’d never been outside Victoria except once on the Murray,
where we fished for near a week only giving carp some curry,
but of course that was my highlight going on that camping trip.
I talked so much...

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One Saturday some years ago, at a market in Rokeby,
a voice was calling from behind and then caught up with me.
It was Shaun O’Malley at the rear that stopped me for a chat,
dressed in a...

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Feels like I've faded in to the back ground
I got so used of being behind the senses
Jaded, the fact inner peace is still unfound
Still now I'm trying to live my lost dreams

Now looking at my...

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I hate wearing flamin’ suits and I hate wearing rotten ties, 
but if eating in a ‘glitzy’ restaurant, then I have to realize,
I can’t go wearing shorts and singlets or my best pair of thongs,
and...

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I could tell Nan’s getting bored with her knitting and crochet,  
and her interest has been waning with the C-W-A.
To think the help I offered had become a huge regret -
I introduced my Nan...

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Feels like I've faded in to the back ground
And still even now confedence one lacks
Jaded, the fact inner peace is still unfound
But no paint brush will ever fill them cracks

Now looking at my reflection in...

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You are a good, good Creator
Who spoke and there was light
Long before there was day and night

You are a good, good Creator
Yes, God is good, God is good
The devil’s a bad, bad devil, ‘struth

You’re Alpha...

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Words cloud a truth
My mind cannot speak
Heart filled with struth
For Its her i do seek

A mind pure as silk
Bound with devilish twine
Souls of similar ilk
Her spirit with mine

Parted by oceans
Of time and of space
Longing hearts...

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