Long Unsociable Poems

The True Story

A Poem of the time, when as a 16 year old young fellow, and fresh from Blighty I spent 7 years as a Ringer in North Queensland, Australia. A Ringer is the Queensland...

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Once upon my life story...

Once upon a time I was an infant of only 5.5 pounds
Used to cry and make crazy sounds

Once upon a time I was a toddler obnoxious and hyper
I would play all...

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What is that which is always becoming and never is?
This image we call Time.
What are those which are always becoming and never are?
This image we call Men
And to the voice which they heard coming from...

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Yesterday, sociable sun embellished, 
desires of my poetic garden heart.
Spreading sweet scents of serenity,
elegantly and enchantly, echoing, 
vivid visions from my vibrant vocabulary,
but, such is the nature of the muse,
without refreshment, it's petal like mood...

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as I was nearly sixty, my life would change once more
I was made redundant from my job, this had happened once before
the chance of finding new work, was down to zero, nada, nil
the jobs I...

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An unsociable, ill bred, unrefined man.
And his captious, callous, long-suffering, old spirit.
Cadaverous and frail amidst the morning walk of thier land.
Wheezing from the years of cylinder embers burnt in hand.

His quivering digits, gesturing openly to...

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It has been a while since he called
And I miss him deeply
Long to hear his voice
His casual remarks on how unsociable I am
 
I miss him dearly
We weren’t thick as thieves 
But we did share...

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Human Beings In the image and likeness of the Creator
Now the nature of being Creator is eternal,
and ephemeral the nature of men
moving in the movement of the diverse.

Men are like riddles
Without wings, they can fly...

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Everyday we get more dependant
Reducing our span of attention
Rendering us less independant 
Diminishing our skill of retention. 

Like this, like that
Me.. Me.. meme.. Me
View this, watch  that
We’re all on TV!

Obsession regression
Responsibilities admonished
Overuse of powerful...

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Seeds were sown on fertile soil while 
SOME FELL upon STONEY GROUND

(This is a poem about one of the latter)

Oh affluent lady in smart design
Scurrying to Tim’s bar to taste of wine
But one and all...

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(THE TAKANINI VERSION II)
(SIP THE WINE)

Oh affluent lady looking so fine,
hurrying scurrying for thy taste of wine,
but one can see beneath the paint,
the scars that behold you of late.

Consumption foremost is on your mind,
just to...

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Ignorance devises us
Makes us look different
We forget who we are
Our existences and connections
We don’t talk about life but money
Union but daily fighting
Reunion but disconnection
We believe that we are different
While using the same oxygen
We don’t know...

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Oh affluent lady looking so fine,
hurrying scurrying for thy taste of wine,
but one can see beneath the paint,
the scars that behold you of late.

Consumption foremost is on your mind,
just to taste the fruit of the...

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A rhino's eyesight is really myopic,
Perhaps that's what makes him so misanthropic.
His hearing and reflexes, though, are sublime,
He can turn on a nickel and stop on a dime.
The projection that grows
On the end of his...

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Fret for humanity is not at all new-
Hope for mankind is not at all less.
Everybody expect others to be lenient;
But proves himself an unsociable. 

Humans for humans;
Proves indeed in need.
Where gone all those philosophies;
Mentioned in...

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