Mcg Poems - Poems about Mcg

...In the heart of Melbourne's bustling streets, Lies a club where every footy fan meets. Black and white, their colors fly, A magpie's pride, soaring high. Collingwood, oh Collingwood, Where dre......

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...Digging my own grave synonymous with a sense of accomplishment Quite an undertaking to break ground figuratively, and symbolically linkedin while able bodied and mindedness readies cemetery pl......

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...I've had several poets ask who I'd have cast in the roles of characters, so if no one is willing to play along, OR allowed to... I'll still share my thoughts. Since I limited the parts to 3 per char......

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...Unidentified flying object abducted yours truly,... a willing experimental subject to escape untenable married life. Upon falling into a deep slumber, the following subconscious somnambu......

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...Our queen rules another realm, I believe, From here to Eternity, we grieve, Melbourne, Victoria, has its priorities, We'll have a four-day weekend, you see, Pomp of royalty, footy final at the MC......

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...Born the son of a digger in country SA A tough childhood leaving home at 16 to find his way His course was set early on When he captain-coached North Whyalla to a premiership won His working ......

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...When alive and livingsocial within webbed wide world analogous to an emotional hell I never experienced pomp and circumstances, and quavers with inconsolable tears graduation theme song popular......

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...The best spin bowler ever, Has died at 52, Across all of Australia, No one knows what to do. So many tributes pouring in, A special man was he, Even those not cricket fans, Can feel his legacy......

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...Discombobulation thunderously torments, triumphs, tumults courtesy deafening, earsplitting, fracturing... (think emotional bomb cyclone), whereby unbearable mental anguish rents psyche asunder ......

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...I walked down the road and through the tunnel, To the train where we walked so many times before. I smiled to myself remembering the past, Then comes the sad reminder that you’re not here anymore.......

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...In our psychi Gallipoli Phar Lap Don Bradman our Ned lead a Melbourne cup field of heroes running a lap of honour at the MCG.......

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...On red promises and auspicious yellows she rests, Arms reach for the other; relaxed fingers find solace. Calm sea waves feed upon the floating winds to sing Beauty songs in subconscious terrain we......

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