TheFreeMans' Poetry Book

By Neil Milliner

Here is a collection of 233 of my poems written over about three years while I was living homeless in the scrub and also in a storage shed for three months. Please enjoy and don't take too seriously.Written by an adult for an adult or mature minded audience. There is some occasional strong language but it is necessary in the expression of the feeling of the piece and not just used gratuitously.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Neil Milliner
• Release date: Nov 28, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301081639

Neil Milliner

Neil TheFreeMan Milliner here. Poet, musician, songwriter. I hail from Queensland, Australia. Born and raised mostly in small country towns where sometimes my mother used to play piano for the dances and weddings. I play organ and keyboards myself and have made hundreds of covers and backing tracks for all the old favorites and some recent big hits that I like. This is my second book of poetry .

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TheFreeMans’ Poetry Book

Published by Neil J. Milliner at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Neil J. Milliner

All rights reserved

This book contains occasional strong language!

Poems do not necessarily reflect the poets views,

Or those of Smashwords.com

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

About My Poetry

A Bulldozer

A Cuppa

A Campfire

A Day At The Beach

A Fireman

A Fridge

A Frightened Old Man

A Gardeners Prayer

A Grouse House

A Holiday (I Can Dream Can’t I?)

All The Same

A Mighty Achievement

A Mighty Man

A Mortgage

Another Dawn Raid

A Pack Attack

Appendicitis

An Accident Of Life

A Rainbow

Are You Drunk Again?

A Sleeping City

A Take On A Take Off

At The Butchers

Australians Do The Hokey-Votey

A Watched Watch

A Wauling Cat

Bard By The Fire

Bashed For Breakfast

Bat On The Wire

Big Brother

Bird In The Choir

Black And White

Blue Bluebird

Boo Hoo

Bootscootin’ Matilda

Butterfly

Butter Fly

Carrot & Stick

Cat Up On The Cupboard

Chicken Pickin’

Cows

Crows

Death

Debugger

Depression

Despair

Did You Know?

Dishwashing

Donald Dumbfella

Drama In The Court

Far Away Plane

Feed Me Back

Fine Wine

Football

Footy Fun

Freedom

Funerals

Future Tents

Genesis

Getting From A To B

Goodnight My Child, Sleep Tight

Greed Is Good

Green & Blue & Golden Brown

Haiku

Hairy Dog

Happy Happy

Hate

Hey You, Politicians

Holy Cow!!!

‘Holy’ Matrimony

Homeless Brew

Hope

How I Got My Mattress

How To Comment On Me

How To Cook An Election

I Am A Mighty Mobile Man

I Had A Dream

I Love A Sunburnt Country?

I Made Myself A Candle

I’m A Killer Cat

I’m Bored

Infamy

In My Will

In Spain

Insomnia

It’s Time To Go!

I Wanner Rite

Juliet And Who?

Keith Richards

Kentucky Died

Lest We Forget

Life In A Laptop

Life’s A Beach

Literally A Proper Little Cut

Living The Good Life

Lost In A House Fire

Lost Plot

Love, Where Are You?

Lucky Oceans

Master Plan For The E Day (Ekka) Invasion

Mirror Mirror

Miss Cheevios

My Faceless Friend

My Goal

My Pen

My Way

Nan Tucket

Numbers

Nursery Times- Cat And Fiddle

Nursery Times- Cinderella

Nursery Times- Insy Winsy Spider

Nursery Times- Jack And Jill

Nursery Times- Little Bo-peep

Nursery Times- Mass Muffet

Nursery Times- Mother Hubbard

Nursery Times- Old Woman

Nursery Times- The Grand Old Duke

Ode To A Toad

Ode To My Bathtub

Office Paper

Oh No! Joe!

Oh Star

Old Danny

On Anzac Day

On Being A Worm

One Fine Day

One Little Fly

On Suicide

On The Dole

Paper Ratzi

Pitched Woo

Port Rort

Poverty

Psyche Of Ants

Quickwit

Quit Quitting

Remember Me

Roses Are Red

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summers Day?

Shopping

Song For Ireland

Sorry Mr Banjo

Spring

Sunset

Surviving Xmas

Take & Kill

Tax

Thank YOU PoemHunter

The 64 Virgins

The 64 Virgins (An Update)

The 64 Virgins; A Request

The Almighty Aussie Pie

The Battle Of Rhyme And Reason

The Boy Danny

The Bridge At Midnight Trembles

The Bridge Of Sighs

The Calculator

The Candle

The Catholics Creed

The Chosen One

The Cinderella Bawl

The Cold

The Fatal Fag

TheFreeMan

The Frostbite Song

The Full Moon

The Glory Of My Sight

The Government United

The Grass So Green

The Healthy Lifestyle

The London Riots

The Lucky Rooster

The Meaning Of Life

The Mighty Aussie Pie

The Monarch Of The Shed

The Morning Moon

The Origami Tribe

The Poem

The Postman Rings Twice

The Political Decision

The Pound Dogs Barking

The Raving Old Loony

The Red White And Blue

The Sky Is Red

The Smack-Down

The Spat

The Sunburnt Runt

The Supreme Cat

The Thorn And The Rose

The Tree

The Troubled Entendre

The Washing Machine

The Wowser

Thuggery

Time-Out

To All You Polly’s

To Lucy Jordan

Tonight

To Paul

To Pee Or Not To Pee

Trapeze Artists

Travelling By Train

Trinny And Susannah

Truth

University Camp As

Veggie

Walking

War

Water, Water Everywhere

We Are Winning The War Aren’t We?

Well Bread

What Are Little Ants Made Of?

What Have You Done?

What I Scene On T.V. (Mostly True)

What The Cows Herd

What?

What An Arrangement!

Where Do I Live?

While The Sun’s Away

White

Who’d Be A Turkey?

Why Are They Picking On Me?

Why Can’t All Us Humans Be Free?

Why Don’t You?

Why Not Be Happy?

Wish Upon A Star

Would That Happen To Me?

Wow

Xmas

Ye Olde George

ZZZ

About My Poetry

Yes, I’ll admit I like to play

With words when they are rhyming.

Yes, I too admit I like to play

With the cadence and the timing.

Why does this fact upset you so?

Because my poetry has rhythm?

I always thought in poetry

That this was all a given!

It’s time I think to have a think on:

What is poem?

What is prose?

What is classified as poetry?

What is classified as writing?

Why should free-form fit in this?

What should be done with skiting?

When is a poem called a poem?

We should think more about all this!

I suspect that some so called ‘poets’

Are just taking the p..!

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A Bulldozer

Its unfeeling steel cannot take the blame,

Its tracks will not be racked with guilt or dread,

Its mindless power will overpower the living and the dead,

To it they are and will forever be the same.

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A Cuppa

A cuppa tea fer little me,

That is all I ask.

You can have yer whisky, (duty free)

From yer crystal flask!

Keep yer rums, yer cocktails

And all yer finest wine,

A cuppa tea fer little me

That’ll do just fine.

Does it come from China,

Sri Lanka or Zaire?

I’ll still drink it just the same,

I really do not care,

So what if I don’t get ‘plastered’,

So what if I don’t get ‘high’,

A cuppa tea is what I want

And that is what I’ll buy!

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A Campfire

There’s something ‘bout a fire and the mesmerizing glow

Of its dancing, flickering embers that does enthral me so,

A soft and gentle fire slowly glowing in the night,

Soothing, calming, warming. It is such a pure delight!

The best time for a fire is when the flames they have died down

And the crackling and the popping all have ceased,

All the flurry and the groaning,

All the hurry and the churning

All have gone,

And now the fire is at peace.

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A Day At The Beach

Hand in hand along the strand

Onto the long white sandy beach,

A swim, some fun, a lie down in the sun,

Until we both get the notion:

Better get back to the kiosk and buy

Some jolly sun-tan lotion!

And for a while we’ll loiter there,

A long while, don’t you think?

We’ll have a snack,

A hamburger perhaps?

An