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Craig S Bury Poem
Society is rife with statements of misinformation, fallacy and contradiction
To say otherwise would be to argue that our settlement was a pleasant eviction
If you are to believe what is in the following first lines
Then perhaps you are gullible enough to believe the proceeding lines
Our new industrial relations laws are reasonable and fair
A Buddhist monk has a full head of hair
The United States of America is rational and just
If you want curly hair just eat your crust
The Queen is a popular and influential head of state
Quite often at prisons they leave open the front gate
The Good and Services Tax won’t complicate life
It is legal and admirable to have more than one wife
We have an obligation to follow America and Great Britain to war
You will get piles sitting on a cold concrete floor
Ladies and gentlemen the honourable Mr Howard
A bully is not a coward
There are Weapons of Mass Destruction in Iraq
No one has ever died after being bitten by a shark
The brightness of light in the total dark
A grassless, treeless, concrete park
Religion is not dogmatic
Working for the man is not problematic
Education will be free and available to all
Always a baby walks first then learns to crawl
A midget or dwarf is extremely tall
I tried marijuana but did not inhale
The Japanese have no interest in hunting whale
Indigenous people are being treated better
Not one convict has ever been an Australian settler
Julia Gillard can’t be Prime Minister as she hasn’t had a child
An Australian summer is rather mild
Climate change is a beaten up issue
Blow your nose with sandpaper rather than a tissue
Our troops will be home soon
Winter begins in April not June
By the year 2000 we would have landed at least a second time on the moon
Four o’clock is the new noon
The person at the head of the queue will be served next
Shane Warne doesn’t know how to text
All we need is a few weeks of solid rain
If you break a bone you’ll feel no pain
Anyone in society has a fair and fighting chance to win
Look up and you can see a flightless flying penguin
Bush does not influence Howard a decision is his own
Fast Food outlets only use foods that are organically grown
The War in Iraq is not about oil
Heating water won’t cause it to boil
It could not have be handled any better concerning David Hicks
Magic is real it contains no illusions or tricks
The aim of this verse was to have a laugh and be reflective
I hope it puts the things people say into perspective
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A rhyming thank you written in verse
To the wonderful women and men who work as a nurse
They do so much more than just first aid
Considering their responsibility they should be better paid
They assist in the process of creation
They are even responsible for drug calculation
In crisis situations they aid in evacuation
Nurses need to be treated better across the whole nation
They are faced with the challenge of an ageing population
They work overseas and help the poor
For those incapacitated they come to the door
They are on the front line during times of war
They have a duty of care legislated by law
On a daily basis they are faced with death
They are with a patient for their last breath
They work long hours without adequate pay
They face trauma and grief day by day
They have to work at a rapid pace
Often having to rush from place to place
Due to cutbacks they are often short of staff
In some areas staffing is less than half
Our healthcare system is in a state of demise
C’mon you politicians give nurses a pay rise
They deal with patients who are disorderly or wild
They provide comfort to parents of a child
They encounter various problems with people’s health
They don’t discriminate the poor or those with wealth
They assist in the prevention or destruction of disease
They are expected by some to do this with ease
They are ordinary people doing extraordinary acts
Don’t question them unless you know all of the facts
They deal with issues that cause stress
They treat patients who are in distress
They deal with patients who want to fight
They deal with patients who sometimes bite
They help patients who are deaf or without sight
They work seven days a week both day and night
They assist a patient who has lost their mind
Their mannerisms are generally pleasant and kind
Only recently have they been given reasonable superannuation
The government must do more and increase remuneration
They are highly educated, instructed and trained
When facing trauma their uniforms can get blood stained
They deal with cuts, abrasions and breaks
Constantly they have to avoid making mistakes
Nurses without a doubt do a wonderful job
They are the blood supply that keeps our hearts a throb
I am so proud that I have a sister who is a nurse
To you my sister and your peers I give you this verse
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An ode must be written to the player of strings
Thanking them for the joy their playing brings
Reminiscent to a puppet master they strike the strings
Like a ventriloquist with seemingly voicelessness the object sings.
Sometimes seated or even when they stand
By pick, by bow or by hand
Played as an acoustic or powered with juice in the form on an electric
Like perfect circles both sit perfectly concentric
A lute, a cello and guitar
A harp, a bass, zither or sitar
A double bass, banjo or mandolin
A cigar box guitar or violin
Treble, Lyon, Pistoy, Diapason and fret gut
As different as a cashew and macadamia nut
As long as it is played well and not abused
It doesn’t matter how or what is used
The impact of sound orders the audience to be silent
In a forceful way which is strangely non-violent
The sound created is so divine
As delicious as a creamy cheese or well aged wine.
If a picture tells a thousands words
There must be infinite words present in your soulful chords
When you arrive at that magical sound
Body quivers and feet lift off the ground.
Like a boat in the ocean calmly afloat
There is a calming peace that arrives when you hit the perfect note
Choosing between being blind or deaf is decision one wouldn’t want to make
But if I was to only hear, for heaven’s sake
Strike those strings and create those harmonious sounds
And the visual images will come in leaps and bounds
Play me an a, b, c, d, e, f or g in major or minor
When beautifully played nothing could be finer
A verse on its own can be said and cheery
But without the strings it becomes tiresome and weary
The body shakes when the sounds of the strings reach perfection
In peculiar cases it has been known to aid downstairs in an uplifting direction
With the perfect note the soldier stands to attention
Here’s hoping it doesn’t occur at a men’s only convention
Undoubtedly when you play
The dark of night turns into the bright of day
Like a perfect duck dive without a splash
Or a burnt out fire with the remaining golden ash
Whether you’re in your twenty’s or seventy five
The magic moments keep you alive
So thank you to the player of the strings
For the absolute pleasure your playing brings
And sheer delight when your instrument sings
THANK YOU PLAYER OF STRINGS
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I sit by the waters edge
Sitting on the border of a concrete ledge
Surrounded by miss-shaped rocks
Formed by the years of repeated water knocks
I throw a line in the water
As a man sits next to me with his son and daughter
On my line I get a bite
The bait disappears with little fight
I reel back in and rebait the rod
And throw back out for the battle with the cod
Suddenly I see a school of fish
Hoping for every fisherman’s wish
I recast trying to get the biggest and weightiest fish
I see a cormorant tangled up sitting on a pylon
Wrapped around his beak is plastic or nylon
I get up to aid the injured bird
But it fly’s away as soon as my footsteps are heard
I go back to my battle with the underwater beast
Still confident my patience will result in a feast
The clouds come over and it begins to rain
This just exacerbates my frustration and pain
All of my attempts have so far been in vain
But still I sit but wonder if I am still sane
The rain begins to clear
Perhaps now the fish will appear
I can see a rainbow in the distance
My mind wonders despite my resistance
I try to focus on what I want to achieve
I quickly realise that it’s the bounty of fish I want to receive
It’s hard to fish with so many natural attractions
Whilst not unpleasant they are unwanted distractions
I ponder on these thoughts for a time so long
And eventually I conclude this is wrong
I reel back in my line with rod
And forget about the fight with the cod
I am going to enjoy just being here
Such beautiful sites at a near
The glistening of the sun reflecting on the water
The earlier image of a father and his daughter
The ripples and shadows the water creates
The way the bird flew and never hesitates
The way the fish refused to be caught
The way the rain and fish together fought
The rain gently dripping off my hat
The way the cormorant on the pylon sat
The way time seems to stand still
The way nature can make a person feel
I get lost in the moment and don’t want to leave
Some of the things I’ve seen I can’t believe
I should come down here without any fishing reasons
How beautiful it would be in the different seasons
I find myself content at the water’s edge
I have never felt so comfortable sitting on a ledge
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Happy 60th Birthday Dad
It’s time to reflect on the great life you’ve had
A reflection on your times of yore
And the years to follow which will be many more
You were born July the 3rd 1947
Today we celebrate your 60th on July the 3rd 2007
You came from a family of nine
Amongst family is where you truly shine
You have given loved ones so much joy
It makes me so proud that I am your boy
You’ve been happily married for more than half your life
You have been a supporting husband to your wife
You have worked so hard to give your family what they need
Always clothed, always homed and an abundance of feed
Us kids have never gone without
You have always given willingly without a single pout
You have always shown a passion for sport
So much so you were once the president of a club in the Port
You were at all our games cheering from the side
And along with mum always gave us a ride
You showed me how to kick and catch a ball
And taught me the importance of standing tall
You taught me to always give my best
Especially when there’s a challenge or a test
I here you were quite the sportsman as a young man
But injuries got the better of you and that pleasure you had to can
A handy spin bowler on the cricket field
A hard at the ball footballer that could have done with a shield
You taught me the value of earning an honest dollar
And that it doesn’t matter if it’s not in a shirt and collar
You are such a proud and positive man
For you there’s no cannot only I won’t or I can
You have shown belief in yourself when others would be depressed
It’s a credit how you handle pressure while others get stressed
You are the rock when others crumble
You manage to stand tall while others stumble
You accept that no one is infallible or perfect
And that the best compliment you can receive is respect
As your son I am honoured to carry on your surname
I hope my actions will one day lead to its deserving fame
You have worked so hard and long you deserve a great retirement
When the time comes I hope it is filled with so much excitement
Travelling overseas and relaxing with your wife
There couldn’t be a better way to spend the later years of life
A better father you could not be
We are all so proud of you, especially me
I hope celebrating your birthday brings you lots of joy
From one man to another who will always be your boy
Here’s to many more years of bliss like the ones you’ve had
Happy 60th birthday Dad
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As soon as I stepped through the doors of the mall
I ran into two old friends John and Paul
They were with two girls the first named Karen
And I think the other girl was named Sharon
I went to the supermarket to get an Iced Coffee
In the lolly section I couldn’t resist the old English toffee
As I headed to the checkout I bought a cold soft drink
Only to find the cash register was on the brink
An apology given accompanied by a wink
Next I went to the pet store
Which is to the right on the second floor
I was irritated to find five puppies in a small cage
Subsequently I felt anger and rage
I wanted to free them before it was too late
Images like these feel your heart with hate
I then went to the music shop
To buy a CD anything but POP
I bout a CD by 30 Seconds to Mars
And a CD entitled for guys who like cars
I went to a shop called the electronic boutique
Because the prices are good and products unique
I purchased a game for the Playstation 2
And had my eye or more than a few
I went into the newsagency to get a paper
I came out with a ruler, pencil case and even a stapler
I bought a magazine on the world cup of cricket
And purchased a concession multi-trip bus ticket
With both hands full I decided I needed a trolley
As I stepped outside into the rain I regretted not bringing a brolley
I went to the food court to get something to eat
Couldn’t decide between chicken or red meat
I bought a smoothie from the fruit bar
And next door purchased a lottery ticket to win a car
I went to the chemist to put in a prescription
While I was there a shoplifter was getting a police led eviction
I walked past a group of kids hanging out the front of some shops
Being intently watched by security and the transit cops
I went to the jewellers to obtain a watch
I ended up purchasing a two-toned swatch
I went to the department store to get some shoes and socks
And ended up with a shirt and a ten pack of jocks
I went to the discount store to get a birthday card
There lack of variety made the selection quite hard
Went to the cinemas to see what was showing
Crowded with kids my impatience was growing
I decided it would be best to wait till next week
I wonder if then they will still be showing wolf creek
I decided it was time to leave as I had purchased enough
The trolley was full of so much stuff
That was my experience at the mall
A place where if you spend cash you can have a ball
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So many people rave on about summer
To me this couldn’t be dumber
Winter is the time for me
A time where I feel truly comfortable and free
Winter is great sleeping weather
Either alone or embracing together
There is no season that is better
Some like it dry I like it wetter
My troubles get washed away with the rain
Swept away like the winter leaves down the drain
A time where I feel less pain
A time where I feel slightly less insane
With considerable rain comes a departure of the water restriction
One can bathe without fear of conviction
In summer people smell and sweat
Less likely in winter because it’s cold and wet
Winter starts on the 1st of June
With the darker winter nights comes a brighter moon
The sounds of the rain and wind at night
The pound of thunder accompanied by sparks of light
When it’s cold you can put on a beanie or an extra top
If it’s hot there are only so many layers you can strip before you must stop
Winter is a time for rain, hail and snow
A time when the weeds slowly grow
In winter there are less flies, rodents and ants
In winter I can feel comfortable wearing pants
In winter termites are less active or even dormant
Good for us but for them a bad predicament
Winter is a great time for a hot drink
And an excellent time to head to the ice rink
In winter you can hug without feeling sticky
Being intimate when it is hot can be quite tricky
A drink stays cold so you don’t need to add ice
In winter you can have a hot curry with rice
In winter football is played
Birds migrate and eggs are laid
You lay beside a warm fire
And drink red wine or whatever you desire
There’s nothing finer than a warm home cooked dinner
In winter you are less concerned about being thinner
You may get a little cough or sneeze
And you may see images like these
Children playing in a puddle
A loving couple having a cuddle
Winter colours can be dark but also bright
Like when water turns to snow it appears white
The sparkling of stars at night
The fallen leaves with the wind in flight
Winter is most definitely the best of the four seasons
This has been proven with so many reasons
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I have a long time friend named Dave
Who has been asked to do something most would consider as brave
By donating bone marrow a life he could save
The power to keep someone out of a grave
What a decision to have on his shoulders
A decision as heavy as two mammoth boulders
He has been a valued blood donor for quite awhile
They need another donation but of a different style
He was phoned and told he was a match
But also told there was a catch
They informed him there would be pain after the surgery
And that it would feel similar to a major injury
They would not say if he was matched with a male
Or if he was matched with a female
The recipient’s identity confidential
Their need for his marrow substantial
He was told that they are overseas
This didn’t upset him nor did it please
The surgery will obviously be free
And obviously it should be
The question lingers as to will he say yes
To say yes or no would just be a guess
What would I do if put in the same situation
To donate marrow to a person of another nation
It’s easy to say yes to a question that’s hypothetical
In the same way a citizen acts political
But when it comes to the crunch
You are either with or against the bunch
I think it is truly admirable to donate
But it is a personal situation one has to evaluate
If you do decide to donate that’s great
But if you don’t there should be no hate
If the decision is no from Dave
Does this make him any less brave
I don’t think so
If to others it’s yes how far does one have to go
There are other ways a person’s braveness can show
One such way is saying no
With a decision of no will there be regret
Will he be consumed by this and constantly fret
The decision is his and one he has to make on his own
After this decision he will be truly grown
Don’t think you are responsible for a stranger’s fate
There are other options it won’t be too late
And no matter what, highly you will rate
Good luck with your decision my mate
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To write the perfect ode or verse
Is inevitably every aspiring poet’s curse
To write like the greats of the past
Who somehow have managed to last
Perhaps as a guide follow Patterson or Shakespeare
But wouldn’t this just lead to more confusion and fear
I wonder if there is a dummies guide to becoming a poet
With a cheesy heading like ‘your poet you just don’t know it’
What would such a book suggest
Would it be easy to digest
It would probably read
Poetry made simple here’s what you need
Step 1; it must always rhyme
And be kept in time
Step 2; create a meaningful flow
Which is not too fast or too slow
Step3; convey superior knowledge and I.Q.
Show a variety of styles perhaps put in a haiku
Step 4; capture the readers mind
Know when to be cruel and know when to be kind
Step 5; make your theme relevant
A topic know one knows may be irrelevant
Step 6; use a thesaurus
It will help you find words similar to porous
Step 7; make sure your message is clear
When trying to portray terror give the reader fear
Step 8; keep your verse short and sweet
Keep your writing punctual and neat
Step 9; don’t rush, take your time
Eventually you’ll find a word to rhyme
Step 10; end it with a great line or pun
And lastly try to have fun
If only creating the perfect verse was such an easy creation
We would certainly have a poet filled nation
The substance of verse would perhaps be bad
Which would make lovers of verse increasingly sad
If you need to follow instructions or a list
In relation to verse you evidently don’t get the gist
Simply write what you feel passionate about
Say it softly or say it with a shout
Grab pen and paper and feel the space
Because with more self expression the world would be a better place
This guide to poetry is clearly a joke
Follow it and you will unavoidably choke
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Please tell me why
I need to know before I can say goodbye
Like why can I not fly
And why do we all eventually die
Why is chewing with my mouth open rude
Why is farting out loud considered crude
Why can’t we make love when you have a headache
Why does chocolate cause me a to get a toothache
Why is living together before marriage a sin
Why can’t a stranger be my next of kin
Why do I have to brush my teeth before I sleep
Why does the father of the bride weep
Why do I have to register to vote
Why do castles have a moat
Why do people break your heart
Why do we call a meat pie a pie and not a tart
Why do countries go to war
Why do we not eat all of the fruit including the core
Why are people so mean
Why is a child’s room never clean
Why do kids bully others
Why do I have a sister but no brothers
Why does a man where pants and a woman a skirt
Why do you get dirty if you play in the dirt
Why do we need to drink and eat
Why do vegetarians not eat meat
Why do we have to do number one’s and two’s
Why can’t you have one-man crew’s
Why will an engine not work without oil or grease
Why can’t we have world peace
Why can’t I have subsequent serves
Why do you get on my nerves
Why are people homeless
Why are probationary drivers reckless
Why do some say grace at the table
Why to some is the bible not considered fable
Why do we as kids have imagainary friends
Why is it for some this never ends
Why do we not have enough water
Why in China do they not want a daughter
Why do people commit crimes
Why do different states run on different times
Why is Mr Howard still in power
Why are there sixty minutes in an hour
Why do I continue to ask why
Simply because I am an inquiring guy
I still don’t know why
But unfortunately it’s time to say good-bye
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