Long Sussed Poems

Bird Brains

Mr Fox wore padded socks to creep up on some chickens
The chickens had CCTV and weren't such easy pickings
He snuck up to the coop and took a peek in through the hatch
The cockerel slammed...

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Not long ago, my wife did die,
I hoped to also, that’s no lie,

The reason that it did not occur,
Is that I did meet "Her."

In my life, there was no glee,
And I “knew” that there would...

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the footing on the flanks of the Hill of Beans
was worse than he had sussed
that drizzling pale morning
when the Sun was lowest
but beans be damned
and their counters with them
yes I know
a smoky mess
like most of...

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To be a polylepis tree you gotta know 
You're a polylepis tree & this knowing 
Cements by being a polylepis tree,
Knowing between diagrammatic cracks
Fork'd already info knowing during descent.
Mud run through alpine meadow. Rubberized 
Crunch...

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I can only imagine how n'ice e-z floe...

Tubby in the calving throes
breaking free and clear 
shepherding, milking, and honing 
rambunctious as bovine bris
versus being stymied courtesy 
cow - wordly bull aiming writer's block
for drought of...

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I'm going to share a story
That happens to be true
Because it's sometimes good to laugh at ourselves,
I think. Don't you? 

It happened in first year high.
It was a funny scene!
I'd like to share this memory.
Yes....

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A Couple Of Nags


A couple of fellows who weren't very bright
Got terribly drunk in the pub one night
It gave them a bit of a shock of course
When in a drunk bet... They each won a...

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On his throne he sits
In armour adorn
The father of Semaj
Who one day will be sworn
 
This hunter of demons
Of his people he protects
Generations of allegiance
Infinitive elect
 
All Semaj has learnt
Has been handed down
Through blood lines...

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Bone Idle Cat
Lazy boy was just that, a bone idle bat. Staying in bed all day sleeping, up all night playing computer games. Not working, never done a day's graft in his life. He's just...

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It's the people that we meet 
And the memories we make along the way
That makes our lives worth living
Each and every day

If we see a lonely soul
As on our way we go
It doesn't take much...

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Justice for All

time marches on
reality's fire consumes—
dreams go up in smoke

Dishonest weights, deceptive scales forsake
as chains of injustice rake the flesh
of the preyed-upon bleeding, amid wild
wolves feeding, soft sheep bleating,
protestor's pleading, jurisdictions cheating,
cajoling, wheedling, injustice...

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It’d been a long day at work
So he sat in the sun
Enjoying the beer he’d earned
The day finally done

Closing his eyes he relaxed
When a persistent peep
Interrupted his dreaming
And he started from sleep

A brown and grey...

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“Quick smart struck onion!
You metronomous fishy tail!
You’ll not be taken in by me, 
you fraudulent legume!”

I seemed to have soundly unsettled her
Set her mind cross firing, flailing
But it’s not such a thing to be nettled...

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Right this minute I'm looking at some fabulousness in relation to spiders webs
It's taken over the entirety of a hanging basket 

I'm not saying I'm judgey but there's a spider who builds it's web on...

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There's mountains to climb
to be a star, 
there's rain afore
apperance of rainbow in the sky

there's town destroyed
before the land sound echoed
there's wall to fall 
to enter into land of jericho.

you have to be david, 
because...

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Why is there so much distrust,
Fueling hatred, malice and lust?

We're caught up in every scam's gust
Leaving many financially bust

Including telemarketers' thrusts
Continuously feeding disgust

We're riding social media's cusp
Allowing real friendships to rust

Causing us to constantly adjust
Leaving...

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Mocking the dead has no rules
We can play the dead for fools

Wile away all those hours and days
Debating the dead's unlearned ways

We are so much more comms efficient 
The old ways of socialising were deficient

Why...

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ECHO OF JAN'S POEM
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What is this muse Jan writes about,
I have tried to peek in her cupboard
To let it out.
The lock is on, drat what shall I do
Have to find another way, hmmm that’s true

Of...

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We all want to be liked
To have people see
The version of ourselves
We choose to be
And say, yeah
That's someone I admire
I aspire to be like
We all want someone
To look back on
The snapshots we've accrued 
Over years...

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