Ned Poems - Poems about Ned

Who says that books can't have babies or be dead Who says on another planet or airplane that people aren't read instead And the books might say, "You can't read a person by its cover -- yellow, brown, white or red." "Everything is possible when the imagination is concerned. All one has to do is look -- on the pages, the mind the heart; right Fred?" "Right...

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Bean bags are jumping on her head they said I wondered what was going on, for it was Ned. He is notoriously for saying things untrue. He can make Granddaddy’s face turn red and blue Whose head? I asked. Your head was the reply. Now I knew it was nothing but a buzzard’s lie. There is nothing jumping on my skull...

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Many people are upset because we've lost a talented actor named Ned. He passed away on June the 13th and many are sad because he's dead. He starred in "Superman", "Superman II" and "The Toy". He gave performances that people were bound to enjoy. He starred in such TV shows as "Highway To Heaven" and "Roseanne". Millions of people appreciated...

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When Ned came to the island with his dog greeted by the men in bulging Speedos, some he knew and many that he didn't he saw the tip of an enormous iceberg the submerged of which would quickly be revealed men and women would die in agony and pain. Ned wanted to rise and rail and shout ...urine on the steps...

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There is no God. I sigh. Yawn. Give a nod. I don’t believe it anyway, he says. He is a clod. He looks over his shoulder to the waterfall boulder. How does he think he has thrived? Gotten older? What about the stars, the moon, the Milky Way? You have to admit they are here each and every day. He tries...

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My dad is bigger than yours she said. It made me mad; I wished she was dead. Took my anger to my Uncle Ned. He started laughing, happy instead. Most serious now, sick in my head, Ran to my cousin, Goofball named Zed. He chased me off, his face spitball of red. With laughter shaking his feather bed. I decided to sit in...

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Ned had a very long nose When he bent over it touched his toes Ned looked a freak People would shriek Pleased they didn't have one of those...

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Ned Kelly Ned Kelly, born 1854 Beveridge was my town I wasn’t born with a crown. Irish parents I have, Dad, a transported convict told me, when I was a lad. Dad, with possession of meat, Without explanation, Was locked up because Of legislation. Six months later Dad, died, got on the drink His liver, he fried. I was only 12, the oldest boy Helping my mum I tried to...

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As much at home on his horse as in his swag the wounded bushman was the bushranger Ned....

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They'll never box me in laughing all the way as shackles broke off Ned Kelly had never felt so alive there'll be others game as Ned Kelly to follow him....

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We knew he had seen it all, a willing participant in events considered heroic sixty years past, still lucid and clear, a history eagerly to be read! "Things were different then", was how he began each answer, and then his voice dropped and faded as he realized the hopelessness of words. "Things were different then", was all that he could muster to explain a world light years away. His...

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Ned Kelly A villain to some A hero to most He fought He stole And he killed Stood up to the law As he rode the outback Robbing trains and banks Helping the people as he went Stories would be told for years Myths would become legend The legend would become history Ned Kelly, the man who fought and won The man who died doing what only he could...

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Sneak, sneak, power, power. My little carton of milk. God protects him. All over the Ned. Sneak, Sneak, twizzle of eye. Light light, almost on. Light, light, candle option. Of course, rubbber. Coming close. Ned catches you....

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Ned Kelly, bush ranger. An Australian bush ranger Of Irish descent He roamed through our ranges With evil intent. His name was Ned Kelly He earned so much fame Teaming up with his brothers To rob was their game He killed him, some policemen There were three of them And so repercussions From this evil did stem When one day there came Knocking at his door Some men...

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Ned Kelly DNA Kelly DNA found throughout the land, and down around the Dungle Bore, Fred Layton had a strand, He had the Kelly earmark, wore, his descendants Harpers, grand, wore the Dan Kelly type of ear-lobe, that DNA had planned, If you look at Red Kellys' brood, they have the lobeless ear, distinctive breed & trademark proved, Don Johnson says it's here, Fred Layton he was no wuss, clean-skins they needed branding, the law of the bush, a brand to push, the T-Bones were understanding, 100...

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