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sedationed
the flag lags
the dirts rude
everyone sipping
tins of brew
Mindless lazy
crazy dayze
the red dirt
the tinted haze
brick baked
huddled homes
and cisterns on
legged watch
silver space ships
in the dark
bicees and Marmelite
under the shade
a porch with a ruddy
crowd..
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Comments
Geezer
Sun, 2016-08-14 12:05
Sounds like...
a trailer park to me! We have those neighborhoods here in the city. No trailers, but people sitting on the porches drinking beer and soda and doing everything that one would do inside. Laughing, yelling, fighting and loving. Sometimes in the nicer neighborhoods you see elderly people sitting quietly in the shade, letting the world go by, as if they are no more than spectators of life now. Then there are the neighborhoods where you never see anyone outside unless they are mowing the lawn or getting in or out of their cars. ~ Gee.
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Esker
Mon, 2016-08-15 07:48
Aussie Land
sheep station
but trailer park...
simple folks
we got some here
stare..got opinions
but...everyone gets
along well enough
studying google street
view more
cities far away
\tourist sites.
shops..dress of the
blurry manequins
on street...
like landing on mars
and trying to figure
it all out with the rover
so sounds...no chats
just what we see
which is just a perception
a qaurter and less
of what is real
thank U!
lovedly
Sun, 2016-08-14 15:25
what happened esker
no thesaurus
simple verse
few words
still worthy of a converse
...(sation)
Esker
Mon, 2016-08-15 07:51
Yup Just a simple converse
station
sheep station
red dirt..water tanks
describing plants would
have given it away
or lingo
Marmelie..we get it here
the ruddy people..
red faced from sun
large words may come
back...one day
come back large words...
come back....
Oh....
I hope they herd me
My heart is shorn
of peaceful fleece!!
thank U!
lovedly
Mon, 2016-08-15 16:14
thanking me
did yo not read the monkey poetry
thanks Neopoets
composed by me
you alone supported me
so real thanks go to thee
Vivovon
Mon, 2016-08-15 16:11
frozen time
It has a sense of frozen time. Once the brew circulates in your blood time and space may fuse into one depending on the circumstances. Nevertheless, once a while, it is good to get frozen in the "time."
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