Long Sunday best Poems

Where the four roads meet there is lots of concrete
Where the four roads meet there is much deceit 
Here I am at the crossroads, wondering which way to go
Here I am at the cross roads...

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Nobody lives in that house anymore
It was built to ridicule the poor
Nobody lives in that house anymore
They must have gone beyond the shore
The operator is no longer around
Greed has driven him out of the miserable...

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The world is a clown looking at you up and down
The world is a clown; the plane is about to touchdown
Madness in the East, madness in the west
And the north and the south are gallivanting...

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The chairs are neatly arranged and they are waiting for the end game, eight men and two women are among the execution pack
They say that they have a better way to run the show and...

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Christmas Past and Present Bring Me Tears 

My legs of yesterday's 
walked into a Christmas storybook,
a glorious past,
pages filled with good tidings.
And as young kid, once with open eyes,
with clinging beliefs
in good shepherds,
it was
my parents,...

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I heard that you are coming, and I am ready for the meeting
I heard that you are coming, and here I am anxiously waiting 
The last time I heard that you were coming
My heart leaps...

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Martha was rudely awaken on Monday morning
With the phone call we all dread
“Mrs Palmer we regret to inform you
That your husband Edward is dead”
She thought that it was tactless
The way she had been told
Couldn’t they...

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A system is rumbling in the air and it is causing many people to fear, the clouds are getting dark and the birds are flying around looking for a decent place to call home, they...

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The Cottonmouth King

I, The Cottonmouth King creep 
out from under my rock; 
I penetrate the depth of your soul 
Blood runs on damp streets 
claiming another life
Drama tastes of bitter swallows, 
escaping from guillotine’s wrath,...

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Polish Your Bomb
Oh how mighty and special they are!
Hail thee to our lovely bombs!
Hark to the power of the bomb
Our own bombs that we love and desire

Situated in our homes to keep us safe
Located in...

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The sun rose in the east creating a bright orange hue
Tom lay in his bunk thinking, can it really be true? 
The good townsfolk had agreed Tom was a key player
And decided that Soup Creek...

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It's been a little more and two score

Since I revisited all of my most
treaured ghostly line from my
poetic past

Dipped and dabbed my nib in ink
like a knife through endless scraps
of paper wondering if I had...

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Vegetables have feelings too


Cauliflower Cathy
Put on her Sunday best
Forgetting it was Saturday
She hadn’t had much rest

Working in the garden
This place she called her home
Tending to her children
She never was alone

Yet something it was missing
She felt...

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I know you don’t know Gikomba, Gikosh
It’s where we go to shop
For everything second hand and camera
Shirts, purses, suits, girlfriends, even senators
You must get there early when the sun is in the east
If you want...

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It was the summer of 1938 when the whisper of fate broke through the airless 
night,
And two curious children got to their feet the little girl knew something was not 
right.
Little Jack the baby, stood...

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Hold on just one minute more before you walk through the door; hold on just one minute more and think carefully about it before you do it. You must resist all temptation and the ego...

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She measured only five foot tall,
With her stooped shoulders, even shorter.
Towered over by her strapping son,
My mother and each other daughter.
Grandma came from sturdy stock. 
On her own strength, she relied
To raise her five young...

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Whilst listening out for the pitching and
cresting frequency of the turbines and
blades from the wind farm upon 
Frankenstein's castle on the hill

Mistress of the pale rose deftly ballet
dancing the breeze from the inside out
of a...

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Come and touch the mirror of my soul before I grow old; come and touch the mirror of my soul before the sun goes down and the evening gets cold.

I wake up this morning with...

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Sunday Morning
I try not to wake him, though he stirs slightly
As I crawl out from the warmth of the covers.
I'm tempted to change my mind, and stay awhile longer,
But a glint of sunlight peeks through...

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Circus Clown

Roll up! Roll up!
The circus is in town,
"Damn the weird and wonderful,
 we've come to see the clown".

First, ladies and gentlemen
An amazing double-act to see,
Two fat ladies codgitating
Psychedelic Imagery.

Bearded children flying,
On a razor sharp...

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Woke up this morning with a head
This is the curse when you try to change the world
Gave Mary just a slight hint Tony might be bedding Jill, Joan, not excluding Alice
Big John, definitely gay, but...

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I remember my old grand dad
Always wore his Sunday best
We always called him "Poppy"
It was always pinned upon his chest

For as long as I remember
He always had that piece of red
Tattered, torn, but sturdy
In memory...

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inside we so often wander aimlessly through the vortex of spirituality
we dig still deep then ever before to reach the pinnacle of are being
soft sandal feet with a pitter patter noise of a peace that...

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There is a strange cool breeze blowing from the East and
it is telling me that the journey is complete.I have to
put on my Sunday best before I journey to the West.
The strange sun heat is...

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