Long Wools Poems

It's styles of a nameless brand pristine day
an exclusive star-sheathed shadow after 
overwhelming luminous glare fainted
a somewhat true-to-life footpath in
a back of structured quaintness

Encountering myself at a passionate spring
oozing its life gliding o'er its rocky...

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LIVING OUT OF SUITCASES
There was a time when everyone lived out of a suitcase!
Not just the homeless, the free spirits and the spirits of the free!
But everyone did live out of a suitcase.
Today, we are...

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Eminem Protege 2

Don't care what you think
 I need Ten Shrinks an Ten Pens Full Of Ink
 To Let my Inner Wisdom Tink
 Colder Than Ten Penguins In A Rink
 My Spirit Fitness & Physique...

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It was a new year's party
Footfalls of the cups and glasses
Dances of the eyes and tongue
The time swung with the music
She wore a light pink lipstick
A lithe body of twenty 
A handndsome cascade in the...

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By Robert (Bob) Moore (©2015)

The gun shearer has gone now, like many other things
the shearing sheds are empty, and wools no longer king
gone now like the drover, and the brumbie on the plains
but we still...

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partygoers partying pock peck pock
A baa is just as good and effective as a peck for wools and beaks can repeal even the smallest of fleas through the movements of neck and the chewing of...

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A granny in a brightly lit flower frock is neither a spinning wheel or a basket of multi coloured wools. Multi coloured wools are very very useful indeed for wool wafts wonderful warmth. And warmth...

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2025.4.20

I was so excited. I was going on a trip,
All the way to New South Wales, Sydney.
Where I last visited in 2006.
This time, I wanted to climb,
On the Australia icon "Sydney Harbour bridge",
Stamped my feet...

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THE TRINITY

It is season of love
Come oh you people
Come let’s celebrate the trinity.

Godess of love,godess of life,
Godess of comfort; come,
 Let’s celebrate the trinty.

It is good to build three crowns;
One on love, one on life,...

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This is what I  remember


something sits on my brain
a heavy pile of memories maybe
(lingering still)
freshly brewed strong coffee
mingling with last night's bouillon
the clangs of covers permeating the stillness
wools of sleep tangle the brows in...

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LUSTFUL YOUTH

The world is filled with vanities

The lust of the eyes and flesh in entirety

Behold how the great and mighty has fallen

Because of beautiful maidens



The daughters of Jezebel have been equipped

To strip every man his...

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A torn tale ere was sewn b' time's tool;
''f haggard hemisphere 'n' nocturnal nude,
'n which porous promiscuity 's oft draped -
furred fabrics, scales embroidery.

This tale 'n which cursed clothing was hexed;
porous past oozing sassy spell.
Makes...

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She surrenders her all oranges and apples
To his crimson basket of throbbing warmth
To let her caves dance in a downpour
And cloak her snowflakes in wools of love

They are like two entwined trees
Against an embroidered slice...

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leaves in trembling hues of bronze and gold, fall gently to the earth, where they’ll leave a carpet of crunching truths, blessings in beautiful ~ by poet

walking in silence, on the edge of twilight
subtle sighs,...

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if it wasn't for the fact I would be dead
in less than a minute, I would always be in awe
at the sight of a thousand fire-tipped arrows
arching and downing like fireflies in sparkled warmth
lit like...

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It began with no clothes at all
When mankind heard natures call
But fig leaves began to cover parts
As modesty formed within their hearts.

Finally, shirts and skirts were worn
With beards and haircuts neatly shorn
Itchy wools began to...

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Load…
Pure caprices are moral thing.
China tyranny all are sins.
Come to sing are whistles cases.
Drives with forces are men with maces.

Sheer as wools are wolves with coats.
Tubs to thumps are cameras loaded.
Tuck in all are govern...

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Show me a man, not engulfed in lust before love
Nor in the beginning craved her enchanting groove
Then I will show you a liar
As the burning wools, enliven the pride of a cooking stove
So inevitably depends...

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If in love to wife desire’s rife,
And to son there seems ambition,
To daughters, tranquil run waters. 

If she may outgrow father’s lap,
She always stays within heart’s map,
Distance may grow, gulf there’s, nor gap. 

A daughter...

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Resting serene within your shadow’s splendor 
Yet jealous of the suns for cuddling with the beauty of your smile,

Wishing to embrace your warmth as the wools you wear
Yearning to taste the tabooed beneath your perfumes...

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Today is spring and here’s the thing – 
It seems to play the part.
The weather’s slightly warmer
And it’s sunny – that’s a start.

Some buds have poked up from the soil
And birds have started singing.
I ditched...

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who remembers trees

when air was free from fares
    guiltless
    tankless
    unassailable

cliches of rustling leaves
enchanted forests
infanticidal practices like nestling newborns atop boughs
cordate declarations etched beneath oak bark...

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