POPPY POETRY

POPPY POETRY © by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia, 8/01/204. 2014 Genius of the Year (Asia) WGD Page 1

POPPY POETRY

© by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia 5/01/2014 (all poems & art by P D R)

2014 GENIUS OF THE YEAR (ASIA) … WGD; COULD ALBERT EINSTEIN’S SPECIAL

RELATIVITY BE CORRECT?

INTERNATIONAL WHO’S WHO IN POETRY (7 times)


Lovers of poetry, chew on my poems created

For those suffering starvation and not elated

By caviar in cyclonic times of rousing rhymes

Of erotic and despotic maybe nonsense crimes.

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ROSES ARE RED, BUT WOW!!! .

Roses are red and violets are blue, EINSTEIN WRONG: UFT PHYSICS, for you,

Is my mathematical revolution, But you don’t understand the solution.

How mathematical you must be

Is as happily mathematical as me, So it’s electric shocks to your brain,

And please don’t go completely insane. Accept my beloved physics paper now,

And I’ll have to proudly explain how

Albert Einstein got simple basics wrong

By using geometry that did not belong. That ruined his famous Special Relativity,

And let me create better geometry. .

© by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia 15/12/13 http://www.scribd.com/doc/190727827/Einstein-Wrong-Uft-Physics

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http://www.scribd.com/doc/190727827/Einstein-Wrong-Uft-Physics


AUSTRALIA, RUGGED COUNTRY

. Australia, rugged country of my birth,

Sparkling oceans surround us on Earth. Corals with bright fish inspire belief

In our exotic Barrier Reef. Many excited Australians sail

To watch gigantic, playful whales. Volcanic forces, wild and deranged,

Created our long Great Dividing Range. Bravely, we endure fierce fires and floods

As famous Ned Kelly lives in our blood. Where platypuses seem weird and shy,

We often hear kookaburras laugh up high. Home of echidnas and the boomerang, We loved songs our Nellie Melba sang. Now, people here have many choices, And unite with multi-cultural voices.

We are proud of bounding kangaroos, And proud of playing didgeridoos.

Gold and fame in sports for our best, We strive to win in every contest.

. © by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia 10th Sept 2013

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YUMMY PATISSERIE

. Yummy Patisserie of creamy, tasty coffee

Or strawberry milkshakes delicious for me

Or hot chocolate superb with marshmallows, I happily sit and chat with friendly fellows,

And love chai latte of herbs and spices right With sprinkled chocolate rousing my delight. Good staff, now bring a curry pie with peas

Or a yummy steak-and-kidney pie to please. Add a sausage roll or profiterole to start

With a lamington or lemon meringue tart. Your quiche tastes great, while rum truffle tastes rummy,

Rich, sweet and wild from my mouth to my tummy. Dear laughing staff, my mates, for sanity’s sake,

Oh, please, bring me orange-and-poppy-seed cake. .

……………….. © by Peter Donald Rodgers 31/03/2012


ATOMS RHYTHMIC

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Atoms rhythmic, atoms like tom-tom drums

in her body, too much, inspired tomcat atoms

of his human brain sending highs and hums

of phantom messages to his body's atoms

soon tom-tom rhythmic and tom-tom wild

for atoms of lust after atoms of dreams,

more powerful than an explosion, not mild,

of atoms here where atoms rule supreme.

.

(c) by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia (7th August 2013)

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FORCED INTO A PSYCHOTIC OFFICE

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Forced into a psychotic office, too sane,

I said, "I don't know what I have to explain".

Vindictive, the psychiatrist asked, "What problems

do you suffer, because I spy inner mayhem".

Feeling trapped, I replied, "Gambling, good and pure";

so she declared, "Risperidone is the cure".

Inspired, I declared, "You must be crazy, fool";

and she glared at me like a mad dog at school.

Oh no, I didn't like my predicament

and I tried to escape as my freedom went.

Soon, mental health staff behaved crazily,

and injected anti-psychotics into me.

That psychiatrist had a weird mutation

to destroy my good health and reputation.

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(c) by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia

18th August 2013

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TODAY EPILEPTIC

.

Today, epileptic, I am scared of sun's pride

and have not opened my curtains wide.

Last night, too drowsy to experience highs,

I badly burnt four little apple pies

and ate them before they could cry.

It's Father's day and I am hoping for fun,

for phone-calls to excite me, from my sons.

At least, important when grass grows wildly,

my fuelled mower awaits me faithfully.

Oh hell, three days of filthy crockery,

and cutlery, need washing fast to be free.

Not hungry, I don't even feel like eating goat

as eager pills want to jump down my throat.

Now, I open my curtains wide and say,

"Where, oh where have my neighbours gone today?"

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1st September 2013

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PEANUTS GALORE

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Peanuts galore, roasted and salted, never brave,

you do not know sinusoidal electromagnetic waves.

Peanuts galore, you're crunched and munched too true,

and my bright computer screen cannot dazzle you.

Oh nuts, you should have been humanly clever,

and gone to the Botanic Gardens in sunny weather.

You should have seen beautiful orchids were great to see,

but you do not feel loneliness and happiness of me.

Peanuts galore, Julian Assange is going for selection

into our Australian Senate at our national election.

.

(c) by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia 30th August 2013

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ZOOMING THROUGH NEW EQUATIONS

. Zooming through new equations past space and time,

zooming from placid life to spontaneous rhyme, here I go, as eager as a dashing photon of light, across this world and this universe of delight, forever or never in questions for few answers, for me proud to be one of the cosmic dancers.

. © by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia 28th August 2013

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LIGHTNING LIBIDO

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LIGHTNING LIBIDO,

WE ALL KNOW, KNOW, KNOW

YOU FLASH AROUND, AROUND

WITH SUDDEN SOUNDS.

LIGHTNING LIBIDO,

YOU DYNAMO, DYNAMO,

YOU BRIGHTEN THE PARTY, PARTY

WITH WORDS SO ARTY.

LIGHTNING LIBIDO,

WE ALL KNOW, KNOW, KNOW

YOU SPY WITH WILD EYES, WILD EYES

FOR OTHERS RISING HIGH.

LIGHTNING LIBIDO,

YOU DYNAMO, DYNAMO,

HOLD YOUR LOVER, LOVER, LOVER

AND SHAKE EACH OTHER.

SHAKE ALL NIGHT!

SHAKE ALL NIGHT!

LIGHTNING LIBIDO,

SHAKE ALL NIGHT, SHAKE ALL NIGHT.

.

(c) by Peter Donald Rodgers,

Australia 14th OCT 13

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Let's celebrate true masculinity,

From now on to infinity,

By adding some wild femininity.

..... (c) by Peter Donald Rodgers 1st Sept 2013

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GLORIOUS MORNING'S GOLDEN

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Glorious, morning's golden sun arose,

so thriving birds flew by where scent flows,

and, idiosyncratic, silly anew,

I kindly asked, "Would you like to be stew?"

A bit of a bird, a pretty woman said,

"Do you mean me in your stew all too dead?"

Striving to act normal, I laughed quite fair,

then she asked, "What mess are you doing there?"

Proud of myself, I said, "Here, beyond strife,

I am concentrating on the real life."

Not liking dribble, she looked at my scribble,

so I ripped up my poem for a nibble.

Too inspired, she ran away to drink wine,

and clouds obliterated my sunshine.

.

(c) by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia 19th August 2013

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DARK IS THE NIGHT

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Dark is the night as I sit here and type

Jumbled letters about philosophy ripe

Like cherries too edible and sweet,

But from my brain with the crazy beat

Of my heart made of pumpkin pie

With pepper please and don’t ask why

In this world full of logical reasons

As illogical as tornedos in season.

.

© by PETER DONALD RODGERS, Australia 10/12/13



CAN YOU CREATE A 14-LINE POEM OUT OF THESE WORDS?

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A A ABNORMAL AIMING AND AND ARCTIC ARE ARE AS AS AS BECAUSE BED

BEST CHILLI CRAZY CRAZY DEFINITELY DIAGNOSE EDUCATE FAR FIRE FIRE

FOR FUMBLING GOT HALLUCINATIONS HAVE HEAD HOT I I I I I ICE

IMAGINED IN IN IN INSPIRED INSPIRED INTELLIGENT IS JELLYBEANS

KNEW KNEW LAMINGTONS LIKE LOVE LOVE LOVE

LOVER LOVER LOVER LOVER LOVER LOVER MADE MEAN

MERE MIXED MY NICE NOT NOT OF ON ON OR PLATYPUS

POWDER PSYCHIATRIST SANE SAY SENSIBLE THE THE THE

TO TOO TOO TOO TRUE VOICES VOICES WHERE WITH WITH

YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU’RE YOU’RE YOUR

……… FOR IQ TEST WRITTEN 29/12/2013

(ANSWER IS BELOW)

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LOVER, LOVE AS YOU

(= the words as a poem)

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LOVER, LOVE AS YOU ARE CRAZY, INSPIRED,

WITH MERE HALLUCINATIONS ON FIRE,

MIXED WITH VOICES IN YOUR HEAD,

VOICES YOU SAY EDUCATE YOU IN BED.

WHERE IS THE INTELLIGENT LOVER I KNEW

AS I IMAGINED I KNEW MY LOVER TOO TRUE,

MADE OF LAMINGTONS AND JELLYBEANS

AND HOT CHILLI POWDER FAR TOO MEAN.

LOVER, LOVE AS YOU ARE CRAZY, INSPIRED,

TOO SENSIBLE FOR A PSYCHIATRIST ON FIRE,

AIMING TO DIAGNOSE YOU’RE ABNORMAL, NOT NICE,

LIKE A PLATYPUS FUMBLING IN THE ARCTIC ICE.

LOVER, I LOVE YOU SANE OR DEFINITELY NOT

BECAUSE YOU’RE THE BEST LOVER I HAVE GOT.

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© by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia 29/12/2013

(poem written then the test was created 29/12/2013)


NOW, THIS SONNET I WRITE

.

Now, this sonnet I write, too much in old age

although I loved youth with passion and rage

too exciting but not exciting enough

as I chased after my girlfriend too tough,

looking sweet, innocent and feminine

and never truly entirely mine

as she pretended she was all loyal

and this king was her favourite royal.

Lies, lies, lies with energetic romance,

words seemed wild for our mattress of dance,

our passion never really based on love

but based on excitement with one above.

These days, I always sleep and snore alone,

satisfied that I am more than mere bone.

.

© by Peter Donald Rodgers 16/12/13

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ROSES ARE RED, BUT WOW!!!

Roses are red and violets are blue,

EINSTEIN WRONG: UFT PHYSICS, for you,

Is my mathematical revolution,

But you don’t understand the solution.

How mathematical you must be

Is as happily mathematical as me,

So it’s electric shocks to your brain,

And please don’t go completely insane.

Accept my beloved physics paper now,

And I’ll have to proudly explain how

Albert Einstein got simple basics wrong

By using geometry that did not belong.

That ruined his famous Special Relativity,

And let me create better geometry.

.

© by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia 15/12/13

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HAPPINESS YOU SCREAM

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"Happiness!" you scream, so quickly I yell,

"Don't give up. It's not impossible."

But you cry for better life, then sigh

as sun shines between funny clouds up high.

Oh, you laugh at the joke, delirious,

so I tell you, "This joke is serious."

Alive, a butterfly flaps by our lull,

and you declare, "It is beautiful!"

so I agree, with true sincerity,

and weirdly you ask, "Why do you agree?"

Oh, I see you like a butterfly for fun

as, enticing, you see me like the sun

for your eyes absorbing light of sight,

and, aroused, I feel your ticklish delight.

.

(c) by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia (12th August 2013)

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EYE-TO-EYE, DEAR LADY

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Eye-to-eye, dear lady of zesty youth,

we try to find the fountain of best truth

as I can spy you are beyond belief

and you can spy, so far from lonely grief,

I am loving you so sweet feminine

you're truly divine telling you you're mine,

now my romantic love seems explosive,

far from boredom that seems too corrosive,

so real joy is being eye-to-eye now

and you're a wonderful you knowing how

I'm trying to be a wonderful me

wild for your love as I'm entirely free

up high where there's human music inside

and you're my great, innocent, cosmic bride.

.

(c) by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia 4th Sept 2013

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PRETENDING TO BE A CHEF

. Pretending to be a chef, with me to convince, I put more than one kilogram of beef mince

into my slow cooker I love more every day

as cooking is my favourite, creative play. Always impressive, cut-up onion improved that Because nobody wise likes a meal tasting flat.

A favourite food, chopped-up capsicum

added flavour to make this creator hum. Nutritious dates and prunes, great with meat,

were cut into little pieces to make it sweet. Seeds and nuts added extra texture around,

And a bottle of bolognaise sauce plopped down. Two cups of mushrooms were mixed in great,

And three spoons of herbs and spices made fate, really made it so good I was suspicious

as I cooked it for three hours until delicious. Ravenous, I could not stop from my antics

of eating so my belly became gigantic. .

© by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia 27th August 2013

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SLEEPY! FEELING SLEEPY

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SLEEPY! FEELING SLEEPY. VERY SLEEPY.

SHOULD NOT BE AWAKE AT ALL.

NEVER KNOW, NEVER KNOW, JUST HAPPENS.

COUNTING SHEEP WOULD BE GREAT.

I’M SITTING HERE TRYING TO USE MY COMPUTER.

I’M A COMPUTER NERD. ADDICTED. VERY ADDICTED.


CANNOT STOP FROM LOOKING AT THE SCREEN.

WHY OH WHY DOES IT ATTRACT ME SO MUCH?

IT’S ALL VERY WEIRD. WEIRDER THAN I EXPECTED AT SCHOOL.

WHY DID I END UP LIKE THIS?

I’M A COMPUTER NERD. ADDICTED. VERY ADDICTED.

NEVER KNOW, NEVER KNOW, JUST HAPPENS.

I LOVE MY COMPUTER TOO MUCH.


LOVE MY COMPUTER 26 HOURS PER DAY.

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GOING TO VISIT MY CANCER SPECIALIST

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Going to visit my cancer specialist,

I got on the tilt train in morning mist,

and, too shocked, found that hospital staff

hadn't booked my ticket- so not a laugh!

Liking efficiency, I didn't expect

such confusion, but railway staff inspect

such stuff, and soon organised my seat

for me happily not suffering defeat.

For my health, my travel should have been free

when I payed that exorbitant fee.

Born with an eager tongue sometimes a pain,

I was a loud chatterbox on the train

until talking exhausted my powers

after I quickly talked for incessant hours.

Out off the train, madly gambling I went,

and almost missed my doctor's appointment.

Alleluia, going back was worse than that,

because, after putting on my coat and hat,

suddenly, I woke up, without elation,

to find the train was leaving my station.

Panicking, I banged on windows urgently

and swore so they stopped the train for me.

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(c) by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia 23rd August 2013

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AT MAROOCHY RIVER, WHERE CRABBERS ROVE

.

At Maroochy River, where crabbers rove,

I was walking through mud and mangroves.

Unexpected, uninvited, not ignored,

severe pain happened worse than ever before.

Oh my god, shocked, suffering ridiculous pain,

I leapt up high and yelled something insane.

My enemy, absolute torture, and sadly put,

a large crab-claw was grasping my left foot.

Broken from a mudcrab, holding my toes,

the claw was difficult to remove, oh no!

.

(c) by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia (21st July 13)

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YESTERDAY, IN ONLY TWO

.

Yesterday, in only two minutes, inspired,

with a broken index finger, I admired

pretty colours as I painted gorgeous sea

as an A4 picture so, miraculously,

my Candy Seascape looks emotional,

great, and I am feeling devotional,

going to put a hundred dollars on it

at an exhibition for fun and profit.

Somebody will think my picture wonderful,

then buy it and cherish it on their wall.

For about ten minutes, I will cherish

the money until I spend it, and wish

that all of my artworks, as each a gift,

happened so spontaneously and swift.

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(c) by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia, 8th September 2013

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PSYCHIATRIC VISIT

. (In a Mental Health Clinic, there are four people. One woman

goes to the receptionist.) PATIENT: Hello! I am Jasmine Kloody. I am here to see Dr

Prudence. RECEPTIONIST: Sorry! Your psychiatrist cannot see you today. He

has urgent, important business to attend to. You will see Dr Zamia, today. Go outside to smoke and drink coffee.

PATIENT: Okay. I don’t want to go outside because I do not smoke and do not drink coffee. Is it safe to sit here?


RECEPTIONIST: Of course, it’s safe- just like in any major bank. PATIENT: It must be government policy to employ comedians

here. Did you know that this is a mental health clinic?

(Dr Prudence walks out of his office with golf clubs.) DR PRUDENCE: I will be back tomorrow for some important

appointments. PATIENT: Look at me! I’m more important than your bloody golf.

DR ZAMIA: Is there a Jasmine Kloody here? Jasmine Kloody! PATIENT: I am Jasmine Kloody!

DR ZAMIA: Hello. I am Dr Phil Zamia. Please follow me to my office.

PATIENT: Okay. (They enter the office and sit down. )

DR ZAMIA: How have you been feeling?

PATIENT: Every psychiatrist asks me that. Can’t you be creative and original? How the Sucking Hell have you not been feeling?

DR ZAMIA: I am a psychiatrist, an elite person on an excellent wage to perform my job properly. So, do not victimise me. Answer the question I asked. How have you been feeling?

PATIENT: I have been feeling like a giant jellyfish that has been swallowed by a whale dining in a Japanese restaurant.

DR ZAMIA: How long have these delusions been happening?

PATIENT: That was a joke! How do I know how I am feeling? I usually feel with my fingers. That is how I feel. Do you

understand me?


DR ZAMIA: What I understand, after my years of education, is that you need your anti-psychotics trebled and your anti-

depressives quadrupled for success. PATIENT: Is this a casino? Most chase after a jackpot, but you

chase after a crackpot! If the person is sane, you add drugs until the person is a crackpot! You want to call everybody

schizophrenic, bipolar, depressive, etcetera. What is wrong with calling me a lovely, normal woman? That is what I am!

DR ZAMIA: Guards! Guards! This woman suffers delusions of grandeur and grandiose dreams and paranoid hallucinations.

Take her away! She is going to the psychiatric unit for about six months until she treats a good psychiatrist with respect.

PATIENT: This has all been recorded. You are acting against human rights. Know that I am a member of the Federal Police.

(Three guards arrive. ) DR ZAMIA: Put her in a straitjacket! Put her in solitary isolation for a week! Force her to smoke cigarettes and copious amounts

of coffee! She is evil! PATIENT: How much are the drug companies paying you? You

are a pathetic non-human! (The guards drag her away. )

DR ZAMIA: Next! .

© by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia, 2012

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FAST BUS ALONG

. Fast bus along, my magic ride of song

So yahoo anew, going fast as I belong

With a cosmic blast needing more people

Heeding fresh joys, down from high steeples, Happy growling and howling as chosen folk

Fully aware of swift velocity’s joke, We declare ‘cheese’ to brilliant flashes

Of houses rushing past as wild dashes

In retrogressive progression with the best For those impressed yippee-doo and blessed

Within this holy kaleidoscope going places

Of colours and hope reflecting off faces

On this trip, this eternal journey today

As we die to fly, fly up, up and away. .

© by Peter Donald Rodgers of Australia 1/04/2012


BRAIN, WHETHER SANE OR INSANE

. Brain, whether sane or insane, be forever Clever with millions of neurones together

With millions of memories from my history, In convolutions of no solutions to mystery,

Until solutions for me human or bird-brained, Mostly a nerd of brain-waves fated and trained

To be complicated and too often medicated, Wise you use logic and illogic to be elated

With epileptic truth too unreal but real, Electric impulses so all convulses and feels

In two hemispheres full of loves and fears, thinking

For thinking’s sake and no fake after me drinking

Sweet wine divine for sweet intoxication, To be dictator of my body with gyrations.

. © by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia 31/03/2012

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EXHAUSTED, A GLADIATOR

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Exhausted, a gladiator gone too far,

I conquered and conquered as a brilliant star

Overwhelming other stars and stealing glory

Too much like a film-star with an ugly story

Of exotic, neurotic, erotic ego

Striving to be a charismatic dynamo.

Some of us are extraverted fools inspired

To entertain audiences with magic fire

We swallow for fun and boisterous laughter

Enlivening our hearts for now and hereafter.

Courageous I am with my warrior gene

That makes me feel invincible and mean.

Too topsy-turvy in this world of offensive rats,

Watch me battle against loudmouthed bureaucrats.

.

© by Peter Donald Rodgers 30/03/2012

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GOOD LUCK TO YOU

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Good luck to you, sweet darling,

with diamond eyes now sparkling.

Your love is wonderful,

and, o god, you're an angel

who's flying through my heart

revolving from the start.

This universe seems a mystery

of interstellar, funny history,

as I love to struggle with puzzles,

and am a human who nuzzles.

Pretending that I'm stupendous,

I really think you're tremendous.

.


2nd September 2013

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POPPY POETRY

© by Peter Donald Rodgers, Australia 5/01/2014 (all poems & art by P D R)

2014 GENIUS OF THE YEAR (ASIA) … WGD; EINSTEIN WRONG: UFT PHYSICS paper

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