Phil Smith Poems

You are from Australia
Why did you come here
Australia is so beautiful
I always wanted to go there
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The rain turned to hail
A cold wet windy night
Street lights dimly lit
The narrow street
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The saddest place on Earth
Memories of loved ones
Many more long forgotten
Flowers here and there
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He walks the streets of Baghdad
Last night twenty people died
A hail of gunfire
Ending innocent lives
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Lonely in a crowd
No smiles for me
Pushed out of the way
By a rush to nowhere
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The bullet hit me
Sending me forward
Slamming into the ground
So bloody hard
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Rain noisy on the old tin roof
Mud puddles everywhere
Water starved gardens
Drinking as much as they can
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There she stood five foot seven
Eyes blue or green I can't remember
Brown hair resting on her shoulders
The smile of smiles
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Fingers running through her hair
Gentle kisses on her neck
Massaging her tired shoulders
A gentle groan - I hit the spot
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I don't earn much money
Not eating isn't funny
I tried to get out of these rags
I was shocked at the price tags
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