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Gary Bovett Poem
Pohutukawa tree I wonder
Which of man’s endless bloody battles
Planted you here?
Your venous red needle flowers
Drop to the ground below
Where they lie in corpuscle puddles
Whose mothers are they I wonder?
Lying in the branches
Morning the senseless loss
Of their loved sons and brothers
Pohutukawa tree
Reminder of war’s terrible cost
So Pohutukawa tree be
Keeper of the peace
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Does it really have to rhyme?
I'm not entirely sure
It simply takes me so much Thyme
Like it's a herbal cure
Perhaps it is to make you laugh
Is merely what is kneeded
Like dough and other moulding stuff
No creativity impeded
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Rosa Parks
Would have been a hundred
Were she alive today
Human beings of any colour
would gladly let her sit
Anywhere on the bus
With the possible exception
Of the driver's seat
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I may be an Emo
Although I've never been in to self harm
Other than eating and drinking a little too much on occasions
When I was 18
A bunch of my friends ambushed me
Put makeup all over my face
Planted the seed
Likely
So a late starter
Emo at 53
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Decided I'd buy a new car
With some money I got from my Ma
So I found an MG
(always wanted one, see)
Now have to drive home from afar
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Bananas are
As a rule
Fun to have around
All yellow and soft
And curvy
So delicious when they're peeled
They'll ride around with you
All day wherever you go
As a rule
Without complaining
Apart from the odd occasion
When the journey's been a little long
They’ll hint with their own particular perfume
At the end of a long day
You lay the banana
Face up
On the pillow next to you
It smiles
Knowingly
Should you fall asleep
It will still be there
In the morning
Smiling
Inviting
Tempting
A quick snack before breakfast
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Uncle Jack
Was in the army
We have the photographs
To prove it
Although the S badge
Attached to the band
Around his peaked hat
Suggests blood and fire
Rather than guns and ammo
I should have realised
Unlike our common forebear
Scottish Montrose
None of my recent lineage
Would be brave enough
To kill
Uncle Jack
Did have two brothers
That he lost
In the great war
Careless
Senseless
Hopeless
Brotherless
So he
Joined the army
Grew flowers
And collected
Willow
Pattern
China
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I may be no linguistic superstar
Or bachelor,master, doctor of languages
But i'll have you know
I've performed my works on many occasions
To cats, dogs, trees and miscellaneous flora
All of whom showed quiet
Appreciation
And genuine interest
In what I had to say
I have shouted rhymes and
Metaphors
At the top of my voice
To the inside of my house
While every piece of furniture
Sat motionless in awe
Rehearsed countless conversations
Loudly
While riding bicycle
Through quiet spectacular landscapes
Magnificent mountains
Stood high in silence
Listening to every word
Offering quiet encouragement
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The bikies are in town today
Least they're trying to make us think so
I know different
Thunderbirds, they really are
FAB Virgil
I heard someone say
Lady Penelope sits astride a 97 Bonneville
I'd know that hairstyle anywhere
Thunderbird 1 cloaked as a Norton Commando
Thunderbirds 3 and 4
Triumphs the both of them
International rescue comes to town
Something big is going down
Must be
I spied Thunderbird 2
Parked outside the TAB
Stopped and asked Virgil
For an autograph
Told him I liked his Hells Angels costume
And asked if he and Lady P
Were off to a costume party
Then he showed me
The special markings on his arms
Proof he was from International Rescue
And suggested I leave quickly
Clearly something big going down
International Rescue come to town
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Always used to confuse
Pedestrians with presbyterians
Understandable I suppose
Given my limited vocabulary
Watch out presbyterian crossing
ahead
Certainly some caution justified
Wouldnt want to run one over
There'd be bagpipes at the funeral
And one less at the Hogmanay
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