Long Tailings Poems

© 2009 (Jim Sularz)

Quiet mounds of yellowed tailings and dead weeds whisper low.
And proud rusting relics telling tales of striking gold.
The rush from East, from North and South, by wagon, train or foot.
Days not all...

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My guru carries a set of brass knuckles
you'd think he'd be all yes sir and no sir
but instead I get ahah hoho and egad
I can't do anything right on my best day
and I have the...

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Buddgelin Bey – Translation of Rex Marshall’s « Buddgelin Bey » by T. Wignesan

(Rex Marshall, b. July 16, 1943 at Grafton, belongs to the aboriginal tribe, Thungutti/Gumbaingeri of the Baryulgil
Reserve in New South Wales. He...

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Come To Me As A Poem

The days of thunder in the cane fields 
gone...
lightning strikes on the flat, brown flesh of 
earth  rushing through the green breaks 
and out,
leaving the earth chattering.

Come to me...

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Lying on the skin of the earth 
are children at play,
With one ear down, they listen 
to the heartbeat of the earth. 
Their eyes reflect a picture of the earth and sky. 
Sunbeams flow from...

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A Portuguese princess there on the stairs
Knee high and smiling of wish filled cares
A grin of a sprite and a handful of pickings
A thought to feelings and a feel to thinkings
Till pointed announcement, "For you...

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Path of Pride

Life is filled with daily choices,
some are easy, others not.
Discernment used between the voices 
convict emotional endings sought.

Feelings fueled by poisoned passion,
traits we often try to hide.
Anger, bitterness, in-compassion,
worst of all, our stubborn...

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