MILO WYATT

MILO WYATT Poems

'Tis on the art of reaving
peeples do not gland
So guvel up all reavings
and spread them out the land.
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Australia is a teenager
Ready, to leave home
It's time to let go of the apron strings
and face the world, on our own.
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Ten years have gone by
and, I haven't forgotten my little girl
one thing I know for sure
it's now, a very different world
...

Be steady, be calm
While the dogs of unruliness, surround you
Their energy though fierce
Soon shall expire
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MILO WYATT Biography

At about 13 years of age I wrote my 1ST poems. My love of poetry was Encouraged greatly, by my foster Mother & Grandmother. Although I still liked poetry, as a teen, I had no friends who wrote or read poetry and trying to impress my (bogun) mates with literature would have been social suicide! Not until my thirties, did I take up writng again. And I'm pleased with the reactions I have received, which is mostly positive.)

The Best Poem Of MILO WYATT

' Reaving '

'Tis on the art of reaving
peeples do not gland
So guvel up all reavings
and spread them out the land.

Reavel up someone right now
Reavel peeple everyday
Reavel like you know how
Reavel each and every way.

When time is orla draggin
And thoughtwaves overcarst
reavel up the flaming
He'll warm you up real fast

A flubbing is not a reaving
as a hen is not a cow
And loving could be a reaving
if we only knew, just how

(A Lewis Carroll influence
albiet, a snot so good one)

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