Short Camped Poems

maplethwaite said he was tired
margaret said uninspired
maplethwaite camped
margaret vamped
until she had maplethwaite fired...

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Oh waiter
at the river styx,
striking down the might and meek.

Thou scythe
is camped outside my door;
waiting...
as with us all.

To take the good ahead of schedule....

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camped out behind
the baltic sea 
the making of me
washes up apon
blood soaked stones 
of cunning tides
behind the vacant 
graves apon our
burial ground 
silence abode
all movement
abroad...

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Pretty princess in a plain 
portrait,
nude like nature, nice like 
nurture,
glittering glow greets her 
gesture,
sensual signs soaks her 
skin,
lying in love's lane,
camped in comfort,
smiling still,
she shares
life....

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The limp an the sadness, poetry n madness,
the horror of war and the gimp,
Aussie first war guys walked,
 walked n side stepped the cries,
a bagman a swaggie, 
camped down on the creek, 
where solitude lies, 
as i speak...

thank you Patrick  Cornwall.....

Don...

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We bought books.so many
We read pages by the thousand
We asked friends, help groups
We camped in libraries
We panicked, we worried
We were overwhelmed
No understanding, no experience
We were so lost in this new world
Then it happened, and later came
We discovered to be parents
You write your own learning

1990...

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lugubrious lake lurching
salient waves scrunching
forth feigns fought
inky blue bought
crimson crest cupped
neighboring boulevard lusts

bounty birds pulsing
pelvics pruning perches
on flimsy fishes

drunk daedal dances
of nocturnal nymphs
fostered in flips

west wind whooshes
camped callous crisis.
      19:12:27:14:05...

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I'm camped on the shoreline in a very thick bog area,
surrounded by sounds of crickets, frogs and other voices of nature.
A turtle basks just above the water's surface.
For hours I relax and peacefully view it,
but alas, this is all in my imagination.
The turtle has been basking in its large fish tank aquarium,
where at times I will gaze upon it for hours, my mind a wandering...

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Trochaic Pentameter

We camped by Chachuma Lake near Solvang.
Danish village we would visit real soon.
Sitting close that night to fire's warmth we sang.
Sky was showing many lights with bright moon.
Stores in quaint town sold gifts for this fine June,
tourists needed only make requests clear.
My girl wanted silver souvenir spoon,
something she said she'd would cherish most dear....

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Cointreau broke Gluino 
Thanatos shall be reconciled

White wine jumped Saxion 
Hymenaios was cold

Campari hunted Higgs 
Thetis shall be cut down

Anisette haunted Neutrino 
Pan was enjoyed

Amaretto hated Boson 
Astraea shall be calm

Cinnamon Schnapps camped Plekton 
Apollo was seduced

Port peeled Proton 
Uranus is comfortable

Brandy learned Plasmons
Oceanids shall be impetuous...

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I camped upon a stream so clear,
by chance to catch some Trout.
the bait I thought I'd brought along,
I found that I'd left without.

It really didn't matter though,
that I could do no fishing.
Its better to have gone and watched,
than sat at home just wishing.

Now the moral of this story is,
don't sit at home and wish.
And never leave your bait at home,
when your going after fish....

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I now can hear the robins sing, thankfully it's almost spring. The ducks that camped here in the snow are very few now, where'd they go? I'm always consistent with their feeding but very few now are actually eating. The mallards that come are very sparse, the cardinals and squirrels eat the seeds that I toss. If on occasion I spot a duck, it appears that these mallards are all paired up. Oh yes, of course, it's almost spring. There busy now doing that other duck thing....

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Paper Boy

I'm ever in an employ
Of a job I greatly enjoy;
I'm a tireless Paper Boy! 

With writ I'm not coy
Message; not a decoy
I'm an honest Paper Boy!

I write not to destroy
Nor injure nor annoy
I'm a humble Paper Boy!

As on the walls of Troy
He camped to destroy
I'm a portent Paper Boy!

Wits, herewith I deploy
All villains to destroy
I'm a defending Paper Boy!

Readers to surely enjoy
I write with open joy
I'm a Poetic Paper Boy!


18th Aug' 2013...

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I walked with scents and beauty

Redwoods, lilies, pines, morning glory's

Camped in darkness amist shinging stars

Just for future stories



Water gushing with force

Shooting with grace off beaten rocks

Crisp air for a last breath

A door to which I knock



Please let me enter

I feel my deeds are done

Refuse me not for I'm tired

Of the rising sun



The doors stayed closed

I'm ignored yet once again

Unknown if for kindness

Maybe I need one more sin...

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