edgar-freser-collins - Hello Poetry

On land that was not ceded Fair dinkum, since it was not seeded Why import black from the red, white and blue We’ve got our own brand, stamped with the kangaroo DD Junior’s - made in 20-15 They’ve even gone and used, the same old scream And now we know there’s at least four-hunded-and-thirty-three more But who is it, bothering to keep score? Stop all this yellin’ - the hollerin’ - the hootin’ And no matter what, don’t even think about lootin’ No need to rise up - to fight for change Just stay on your knee, where we can keep you in range It’ll work itself out, don’t you know she’ll be right? Words easy to mutter, when it won’t be your son tonight.

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Jun 7, 2020

Jun 7, 2020 at 6:39 AM UTC

Untitled

On land that was not ceded Fair dinkum, since it was not seeded Why import black from the red, white and blue We’ve got our own brand, stamped with the kangaroo DD Junior’s - made in 20-15 They’ve even gone and used, the same old scream And now we know there’s at least four-hunded-and-thirty-three more But who is it, bothering to keep score? Stop all this yellin’ - the hollerin’ - the hootin’ And no matter what, don’t even think about lootin’ No need to rise up - to fight for change Just stay on your knee, where we can keep you in range It’ll work itself out, don’t you know she’ll be right? Words easy to mutter, when it won’t be your son tonight.

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I tell you - RSVP is just another 4 letter word I choose not to use

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Jun 5, 2020

Jun 5, 2020 at 4:52 AM UTC

You ask if I am lonely

I tell you - RSVP is just another 4 letter word I choose not to use

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impotent leader and a (political) ding **** unable to eject *** -mings

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May 29, 2020

May 29, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC

Ohh Boris

impotent leader and a (political) ding **** unable to eject *** -mings

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i just didn’t know what to put down what is it you want from life? the answer wasn’t all that obvious i just didn’t know what to put down i just didn’t know how long will this stay with me told to play safe - is that what to put down i just can’t work this out, not yet a career? ‌my passion? i really didn’t know what to do with endless days until i’m ready to be put down i just didn’t know what to put down but i chose and 20 years later i still don’t know what to put down

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May 24, 2020

May 24, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC

An unfair question for a seventeen year old

i just didn’t know what to put down what is it you want from life? the answer wasn’t all that obvious i just didn’t know what to put down i just didn’t know how long will this stay with me told to play safe - is that what to put down i just can’t work this out, not yet a career? ‌my passion? i really didn’t know what to do with endless days until i’m ready to be put down i just didn’t know what to put down but i chose and 20 years later i still don’t know what to put down

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Names can be misleading the label says baby oil, but the ingredients bear nothing of the sort As for me? my origin is not of emerald isles nor can i claim to be kind, honest, handsome they say i should be understanding, learned a philosopher or scholar i’ve never taught anything: of worth and yes, i am quiet introspective introverted and solitary but they only see this as the bad, it shows me to be aloof - melancholy so much hoped for, expected the five letters to which i was branded the promise never fulfilled

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May 21, 2020

May 21, 2020 at 8:33 AM UTC

I (Kevin) am a fraud

Names can be misleading the label says baby oil, but the ingredients bear nothing of the sort As for me? my origin is not of emerald isles nor can i claim to be kind, honest, handsome they say i should be understanding, learned a philosopher or scholar i’ve never taught anything: of worth and yes, i am quiet introspective introverted and solitary but they only see this as the bad, it shows me to be aloof - melancholy so much hoped for, expected the five letters to which i was branded the promise never fulfilled

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Her pantry is starting to look bare once full and abundant, back wall now visible She rues what is missing selection not yet bland, but it is becoming dire Her weary eyes notice a jar Not the largest by size, but it has a presensce She checks the label a ‘humanity-mix’, estimated 7 billion pieces Her mind tries to focus the dates can’t be made out, what do they say? She realises it’s not that important it may not have reached expiration, but it is certainly past the best-before-date

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May 19, 2020

May 19, 2020 at 7:46 AM UTC

Mother Nature’s Cupboard

Her pantry is starting to look bare once full and abundant, back wall now visible She rues what is missing selection not yet bland, but it is becoming dire Her weary eyes notice a jar Not the largest by size, but it has a presensce She checks the label a ‘humanity-mix’, estimated 7 billion pieces Her mind tries to focus the dates can’t be made out, what do they say? She realises it’s not that important it may not have reached expiration, but it is certainly past the best-before-date

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bad days measured by empty mugs in the sink equal parts sugar, coffee and routine make for the perfect drink the count can exceed the hours awake adrenaline-amped listlessness is it the physical or mental at stake? not to worry though, as this too shall pass bitter darkness will dissapear like that in my empty glass

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May 10, 2020

May 10, 2020 at 4:24 AM UTC

Likert might be proud

bad days measured by empty mugs in the sink equal parts sugar, coffee and routine make for the perfect drink the count can exceed the hours awake adrenaline-amped listlessness is it the physical or mental at stake? not to worry though, as this too shall pass bitter darkness will dissapear like that in my empty glass

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I finally have permission… To write bad poetry this month no extraneous commitments dictated To grow a beard all week no vain pretense required To ring my mum to-night no after-work drinks mandated To sleep in an hour no daily commute demanded To contemplate a minute no ‘time wasting’ reprimanded To breathe just one second no productivity quota commanded

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May 9, 2020

May 9, 2020 at 4:48 AM UTC

A (different) lockdown countdown

I finally have permission… To write bad poetry this month no extraneous commitments dictated To grow a beard all week no vain pretense required To ring my mum to-night no after-work drinks mandated To sleep in an hour no daily commute demanded To contemplate a minute no ‘time wasting’ reprimanded To breathe just one second no productivity quota commanded

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You are the tonic to a bitter world lemon, lime unbearable without your subtling sense You are the tonic in a poison chalice geese, turkey grey and wild without your taming touch You are the tonic for a syrup glaze rosy sweet overwhelming without your balanced reproach You were my tonic but now you’re flat.

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May 8, 2020

May 8, 2020 at 6:40 AM UTC

That’s OK - I’ve lost my thirst

You are the tonic to a bitter world lemon, lime unbearable without your subtling sense You are the tonic in a poison chalice geese, turkey grey and wild without your taming touch You are the tonic for a syrup glaze rosy sweet overwhelming without your balanced reproach You were my tonic but now you’re flat.

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subtitle: the night i was the idiot in the box Glare the distorted face hark the effusive vitriol. Recoil into sofa reach out for control. Switch off glass-canvas turn on realisation. No Fox in the henhouse Only a single lone wolf. Reflection unrecognised reflect on what you’ve become.

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May 6, 2020

May 6, 2020 at 9:47 AM UTC

With the zeal of Beale

subtitle: the night i was the idiot in the box Glare the distorted face hark the effusive vitriol. Recoil into sofa reach out for control. Switch off glass-canvas turn on realisation. No Fox in the henhouse Only a single lone wolf. Reflection unrecognised reflect on what you’ve become.

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