Long Trotters Poems

To her family she was coy
         but truly she would be their Joy,
 a country girl from Kingaroy -
        ...

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Idyllic reverie during break of day

May today bring unbridled bliss 
delivered courtesy sunshine kissed
giving Midas a run for his money.

When the last trace of night 
evaporates analogous to milky hue,
whereat a dreamy state 
pervades thy...

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(Innuendo -- Pigs)

All around are sticks and stone
Feel God's loving arms around you
-----At last, I am redeemed-----

A feast of my soul, you shall receive
A cake for dinner, I made out of stones
Ratchet pigs fill their...

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A winery had a failure; a batch of wine is crook.
Those looking for a buyer, now don’t have to look,
for the vintage that is offered, hidden out of sight,
in a mystery went missing, from the...

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pig >This poem was written on 4 July 2016 in a new notebook.  I purchased from a charity shop.  It’s bright pink in colour.  Not exactly my shade. lol.  This title...

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I am the prize catch
I live in an artificial lake
	fed by a nappe phréatique
I was put there to keep 
	lesser fish: carp
      from taking up too much space 
I live...

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It happened without any action on my part.
All I had to do was just say, "Yes, I will go".
Moreover, it was not my dream, but my friend's.

However, from a child, I have been an avid...

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Charlie and Arthur Johnson are not milking cows no more,
they’re running beef and sheep along with free-range chooks galore.
Their hobby now is ‘trotters’ (most were those you wouldn’t back)
They built a set of stables plus...

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I have a fat and furry friend
All pink and spotty black.
I grew him from some Camembert-
The smelly little Rat!

He is my very Mouse-Pig
For that’s his very name, 
Sometimes I call him Roger 
Just like his...

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Behold sequestered by the sea,
not whale, nor seal, nor small sand-flea.

This is the face of old grand Ewe,
whom from the cliffs, has come to view.

Though slit-eyed stare, gazes at the ocean,
watching it move in glorious...

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It was a cold and muddy day
as Gertrude lay smiling.
Just the kind of weather 
that she adored.
She could splash around 
for hours in the glop 
and guzzle up 
all her shlopp 
when it was time.
Oh...

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Hop Scotch,
Whoola Hoops,
Metal Skates,
Skinned knee fates.

Tricycles,
Bicycles.
Motorcycles,
Dripping popsicles.

Hot wheels,
Pin wheels,
Bob Barker's big deals
Spinning on all wheels

Paper dolls,
Sillly phone calls,
Cartoon bits,
Howdy Doody skits.

Mickey Mouse,
Mighty Mouse,
Minny's Micky's spouse,
Vist Little Rascalls club house.

Poodle skirts,
Ben Casey shirts,
Castles made, digg'n dirt,
Boy...

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Africa is in need, Africa is in need 
Africans may be schooled, learned
they may possess degrees and doctorates
in their bags there may carry any cowries

But Africa wants no mushroom dresses
it want not hill heaps of...

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Mystic marrow tells the time but an ashtray rarely ponders. Hard to receive constant delivery of smoked ash and waste. Wish not a coat filled to the brim with gym shoes then? Well that simply...

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Mystic marrow tells the time but an ashtray rarely ponders. Hard to receive constant delivery of smoked ash and waste. Wish not a coat filled to the brim with gym shoes then? Well that simply...

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There's nothing quite so graceful as a flying pig. Swooping over lands and seas. Saying hello to birds on the way. No pecking though. Just oinking. Occasionally octagonal birds can speak the dialect of oink....

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Well twenty whales met ten goldfish at rush hour on the A9 but the heavily congested B85 was chewing on some straw that had fallen off a bridge. Hay deepens a drag from a nomadic...

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I was born in the South, in a small hicktown.
I had to pick eggs out of the chicken coup, muck stalls and feed goats.
I was Southern born and breed. 
Half the bus got off at...

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"50 Words for Poe: Circadian"



He pushed the envelope under her door
when she opened it, in her Ghost hands,
it read,

“Circadian nymph, 
put on your dance shoes, 
collect you at 3.33am. 
Downtown Trotters Ghost Ball. 
No pesky...

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Once twin towers stood.
In the city king kong  fell in love.
Yellow taxi's swarm like stripeless bees.
and a sky line thats silhouted on your mind.
with police sirens screaming 
and broadway calling.
Times Square lights hurting your...

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Trotters: A Very Dangerous Delicacy!


Trotters and knuckle bones
Is a rare meal, real treat.
Cordon Bleau of repute
Will moan of cooking time-
Simmering that last eternity,
And the massive power bill 
That hits below the belt!
But popular myth attached
To...

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Feral hogs attack the land.
They want my neighbors bones.
She is chicken thin,
her neck creaks in the wind.

She does not see the danger;
a gentle great grandmother
of childish dreams.

I fear she will not last the winter.
I eat...

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