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Restless lake you’ve become all blue and grey
Crashing waves now crust on your icy screes
Hear the winter winds come howling away
When cold drops below tolerable degrees
Faced with mighty hunger a gull awaits
Motionless and crouched in its ruffled plume
Ever searching eyes scanning sharp with fate
Shimmering morsels with scales to consume
My thoughts drift slowly away like the snow
Swirl lightly like dancing feathers or leaves
All around me cast an eerie shadow grow
Anything my mind perceives or believes
Quiet the days in dusky December
Mirrored into my mind shall remember
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
The most surreal images of a late winter day sitting by a shoreline.
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I stand beside a carp filled lake like glass,
A place where fairies oft flit to and fro.
You would not like my job so well, although
I do it for the Upper Middle Class.
My job is to amuse Sir's family,
Look cute, as I stand there , all two foot nine,
Red pointed hat atop my head so fine
and little gnome house built beneath the tree.
This morning when the sun soft lit the sea
My grunts and roars all through the vale arose,
When Sir attacked me with a garden hose.
The rude device was meant to make me pee.
The fairies hid for fear they would be next,
No longer laughing now that Sir seemed vexed.
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He had a mind to make me water seeds.
His sprinkler system did not far extend,
So figuring to use me to that end
He plumbed, to let my tinkler do the deeds.
By noon my old wheelbarrow was long gone.
The Koi looked on quite open-mouthed with shock
As water gushed from out my hat and sock
While Sir's expletives just went on and on.
The afternoon was similar 'till three
When Sir struck gold with piece of copper plate
With which he prodded, worked on long past eight,
A drill producing functionality.
All done! Too late for him to see, Alas!,
The "pee" was squirting out my blushing a**
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
A little fun with the sprinkler...
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Author: Unknown
One fine spring morn as I walked through the wood,
I spied an uncommon handsome little bud.
It stood out from the rest on a chestnut tree,
I know not why it so appealed to me.
I watched it through the summer as it grew.
Its splendour and its beauty stood it apart.
Its green was of the most enchanting hue,
and to that regal leaf I lost my heart.
Then September came and turned my leaf to red;
by October my beloved leaf was dead.
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
A tale of summer love.
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Author: Unknown
I wage my war on Satan with my Bible,
I scare the whinging Liberals with my gun.
I go to church on Sunday when I’m able,
I hunt and shoot God’s critters just for fun.
The good book tells us what becomes of sinners,
be they atheist, abortionist or gay.
The God fearing and righteous will be winners,
the rest will burn in hell on judgement day.
For the cause of God’s law we must fight,
but only if you’re Christian, Republican and white.
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Posted: Nov 2018
About this poem:
I wrote this poem as a tribute to some of the good people I’ve met in the CS forum and blogs.
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Not really a poem (although just to say)
Your top Aussie poet is now back today.
Now three weeks offline, has been long enough
(My old laptop crashed - indeed it was stuffed).
I did all I could to fix the old thing;-
Tried this and that, and repairs on the wing.
Wasted three days and four nights on repairs
But the old girl was gone - it seemed no one cared.
So I bought a fresh laptop - a great new device
And set the thing up for some more CS spice.
And to be honest - how could I keep away?
When it's part of my life to write a poem a day.
And if not one a day, then one a week
To all CS poets - you make my life complete.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
Hi to all of the CS poets - here's a sonnet of sorts
Oh how I've missed what you all have to say -
And hooray, hooray, I'm back online today.
© lovecanbereal
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Author: Unknown
Shall I compare thee to a wet Monday?
Thou art more miserable and dull.
Watching TV, on thy couch doest thou lie,
guzzling snacks, yet ne’er seem full.
Oft-times too much the effort proves,
exertion for usefulness to devote.
thy sluggish body hardly moves,
save to press the buttons on thy remote.
Apart from thy telly, and need to be fed,
thou seem’st not to have any cares.
Thou doest not a thing betwixt sofa and bed
save to haul thy fat arse up the stairs.
As for contribution to society, to rest some pride upon,
‘tis with regret I say to thee, thou art a slob and maketh none.
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Posted: Sep 2018
About this poem:
My work sometimes requires me to visit people's homes, where I often get an insight into their lifestyle. This is an attempt to describe one in particular.
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Where sands come together at your ledges
Searching what washes on shores of treasure
Be a kiss which bumps along the edges
A place for where our love makes such pleasure
Us adrift in a tide of tranquil seas
Floating together we are meant to be
Our sails filled with the wind of offshore breeze
Searching for emerald coves with palm trees
Happen upon an island of delight
We anchor our ship inside your favor
A harbor of love all sweetness and light
Anyone whoever seeks will savor
Forever lost in time will ever find
For the sheer beauty of love be entwined
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Posted: May 2013
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Playing on the sands of time and pleasure.
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Come into my barn and shake off the cold
Ne'er mind that old nag all of her neighin'
She's just gettin' near-sighted and little old
And that ol' coon dog when he starts a'bayin'
Pay no attention to 'im he's just playin' bold
If you hear all those timid sheep start bleatin'
It 'cause those dang chickens is gettin' polled
So grab you here this shovel lets start feedin'
Let me show you around to the ol' grain hold
I'll fetch us a few bales of hay 'fo' proceedin'
Don't mind me a' askin' what it was you sold
Plenty time fo' hearin' even if you ain't sayin'
So speak up boy 'cause I haven't got all day
What brings you out this way if you don't say
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
A traveling salesman upon meeting an old'timer Yankee farmer.
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Silent prayer
Angels around
Healing hands
Deep relief
Missed Stargazer
Secrets abound
Foreign lands
Your disbelief
Shooting star
Concealed starlet
Ongoing nightmare
Battle scar
No regret
Now your disguise is bare
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Posted: Jul 2018
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If I should think of love
I'd think of you, your arms uplifted,
Tying your hair in plaits above,
The lyre shape of your arms and shoulders,
The soft curve of your winding head.
No melody is sweeter, nor could Orpheus
So have bewitched. I think of this,
And all my universe becomes perfection.
But were you in my arms, dear love,
The happiness would take my breath away,
No thought could match that ecstasy,
No song encompass it, no other worlds.
If I should think of love,
I'd think of you.
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Posted: Jun 2018
About this poem:
LOVE IT!!
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