Possums Poems - Poems about Possums

Sitting on a long deck At a trailer In South Georgia Wind in the Pine Trees Reading Nathaniel Hawthorne My stomach is empty except for this longing and guilt A murder of Crows loudly soar through Creasing the boughs of the Pines It is only Them and I And Love that I left Love that I lost A hollow serenity settles in I pull at the Scarlet Letter Blazing on my chest Hester exposed As...

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show me that cool trick again on how to die ~ said joey to his mum only this time she didn't reply ~ yet still obliged from a rattlers tum By David Kavanagh hms...

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What a friend we have in possums eat ticks...

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On the road - a possum family all quickly slaughtered together. There is something about their crushed bodies strewn according to size and age as they are. The whole family pretending to be dead, even now in deaths squash still seeking inconspicuousness. I recall those monochrome pictures of holocaust atrocities. The thin bodies, little bodies. The prioritized scattering, as if the placement of last...

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Two possums fight in the middle of a road Their pain and fear do not show Ferociously they fight for the prize Pushing them to tear at each other's eyes At the end one must die Three days they fight Through the day and the night Fur now red with knuckles gone white After all that they bickered One stands the clear victor He can't...

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"Possums on the Run - Part 1" Well she ran away danced the F.U. Revolutionary Dance Jokers are trumps Euchre, 500, Queens Slippers no Deuce, no Romance Holey holy blue jeans torn and buried underneath the house with uneaten sandwiches going mouldy in plastic lunch bags, old unwanted items, school books torn pages, hessian bags, burnt pots, newspaper wrappings fading tales of the...

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"Possums on the Run - Part 2" No ice cream, cupboard’s bare ultra Fahrenheit sun, hang out the clothes do the dinner run, setting table, setting sun, Can of Irish Stew, mashed potatoes, Baked Beans, toast - no Sunday Roast - cordon blue, delectable, what fun… Fruit Bats flying, Yellow crested Cockatoo screams Pink Galahs are joking Kookaburra’s laughing rabbit in the back...

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"Possums on the Run - Part 3" Collecting cut silver blue grass carries garbage bags green-ant bites, no siree, this aint fun. Stand guard, he’s the lawn mower Pope (she laughs) on his ever vigilant run. Look on him with sadness Look on him with Love “one less mouth to feed”, she thinks, “best to run run run”. What could have been lies under Palm, Pinaroo buried under rain...

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"Possums on the Run - Part 4" Stars in the sky, he sits on his back steps, he’s thinking of all his dreams, his one true love, his sadness HER dreams all come undone, “Which star’s the sign of Cancer?” he ponders, watching the fence line, The sun has well and truly set. All he sees are his little possum’s on the run. Walks...

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dande- lyin- malaise.. the weight of the night in a jar on the porch collecting rain. my grandfathers English spaniel in the yard. a front porch light reflects in the eyes of the possums they have surrounded him again... I canhear him wimpering, he is afraid.. he told...

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Five free range chickens surviving earth’s natural selection... Spring flowers began to emerge while “Hefei” and hens explored. Wary of snakes and possums, they moved about with caution. Hunting, pecking and scratching, together in one accord - One hen snuck into a pitched tent to lay her lovely eggs. Behind some plants over wintered in a place nice and warm. With...

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Here's a story, I've only told Just, maybe, once or twice It's a story, I'm sure you've heard, The one about the Three Blind Mice The story goes they chased some chick Now how can this even be true? The mice were blind, they couldn't see So I don't believe it, do you? It wasn't mice that chased that girl I happened to...

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