Culture

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Matthew O' Harris Ease...

Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Saint Patrick's Day, or
Feast of Saint Patrick
Lá Fhéile Pádraig
invoke even non Irish...

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Same Same But Different

We are all equal, we are human!

Same Same But Different

In eyes of others, we may seem apart..
Yet deep within, we share a common heart.

Our voices...

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Yuletide pageant merry go...

Yuletide pageant merry go round

Panoply of mystical elements of holly day style
breathe prez sense frostily exhaled aired
per...

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If only

Perhaps

Noise drugged dragged pushed
behind gated words sacrificed angels que to catch
tainted...

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Racial Predjudice

Racial  Predjudice

Some people worry too much - 'Jews Don't Count,'
the aggro is out there in a varying silly amount;...

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COOKING FOR CHILDREN

(tribute to domestic science)

COOKING FOR CHILDREN

You have to learn somewhere, may as well be at school,
although some may not want to, like a...

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Back Dropping

Back Dropping

Just because I was wrong
on certain issues of my day
based on 21st Century philosophies...

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FROM THE START

FROM THE START

Not everything made sense...

I had to understand which I still don't know how they got ph sounds...

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Unnecessary Consumerism

Buying something because an idol owns it
Is obsessive behavior that leaves you poorer
And in...

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A drovers tale

I met up with a drover his tale he did tell

A drovers is a stockman His saddle is his trade Moving...

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The hurt of war

We live to die
while others die to live
wars rage on
Stormy skies
Trying to...

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Australia

Australia our home our country our land

A country of great golden beaches and sand

A...

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EIΔΩΛΩ OVERMAN

EIΔΩΛΩ OVERMAN

FEODALI SEPTIMA ALTAQVE METALLI AC SOLIS MEA HIC VINDICTA
PROFVNDVM DENVO HVIVS HASTILVDII DICITVR...

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Where is my next poem

Where is my next poem

I close my eyes and looked
Out in my mind to find
My next poem all I could see
Was a...

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The Mandolin Player

Letters from the shed

The Mandolin Player

Five finger dancers jête fret to fret.
They spring and leap with incandescent glee
unknown to...