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The Bungle Bungle Look

The Bungle Bungle look

C’mon she says, or we’ll be late The bus gets here at half past eight “What bus says I”. (With that look of hers my gaze is met) To the airport dearest, did you forget?

“What happens there?” (That look again) Now move your ****. Or we’ll miss the plane. The Bungle Bungles,don’t

Categories: aboriginal, appreciation, funny, nature,
Form: Rhyme

Aboriginal Moon Cycle Revealed

Inspired by Aboriginal Story: Phases of the Moon - Ngalindi, the moon starts as a lean, young man. He overindulges (waxes) and becomes lazy. He grows fat, becoming the full Moon. His wives, displeased by his laziness, chop bits off him with axes, causing the Moon to fade away to nothing. Ngalindi hides in the

Categories: aboriginal, moon, myth, romantic,
Form: Tanka

To William Ricketts, Sculptor

Between the trees
a waterfall
                  of
                     light,
a stillness
bright with bubbling springs
and birdsong.
Here you stumbled

Categories: aboriginal, art,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Aboriginal People

These are the Aborigines 
We have ruined there lives
It is time to say sorry and meaningful goodbyes 
We had different believes and stories to tell
But not all of them were happy
They weren’t settling down very well
And I am sorry to say, the war was hell!
They got there swords and spears 
And we’re ready to fight
But

Categories: aboriginal, appreciation, discrimination, environment, goodbye,
Form: Free verse

I Am Waiting - - - Acknowledging Bruce Pascoe and His Book Dark Emu

I am waiting
For the colonists’ offspring
To see.

See what’s already there.
Been there decades,
hundreds and thousands of years.

Brewarrina.  Birrngi-Bream.
Condah.  Tuupuurn-Galaxis.
Bolac.  Smoked eels.

Curly Mitchell Grass.
Nodding Greenhoods.
Yam Daisy-Murnong.

Budj Bim.
World Heritage.
Right here!

Dark Emu.
Read it.
Grasp the future.

Don’t wait.
Act.
Thrive.

Categories: aboriginal, discrimination, prejudice, racism, wisdom,
Form: Free verse

Truth of Time

“Look into the corners of forgotten places
the meek await their turn, inheritance, the horizon moves closer
recognize there are battles you have already won…



Whose hands compose humanities script, allow us all toseeyour thoughts
their misinterpreted meaning washes the victims away
the walls record the hunt 
marvel at the imagery ancient galleries now oceans apart before language 
actions spoke,

Categories: aboriginal, abuse, truth,
Form: Free verse

Geography of a Pandemic

This is a tanka, because Canada is "tanking":

I
There are 3 countries that are really "North America" -
Canada, Us, and Mexico (Most forget Mexico is North!)

II
"Stainless Steel" Lady Mcgreavy updated me on the news from Canada -
"The American Pandemic has passed the permeable borders"

III
Mexico was always bad with policing, law and order bull
After George Floyd, Canada

Categories: aboriginal, america, analogy, hate, heartbroken,
Form: Tanka

Baloo Murri

Independent Thinking
_______________________
a jingle janglein my pocket one day i did hear
not much too do a thing with
left me in my ponder about this problem i did wonder
Upon my life i have thought
not much more than i could think
but reconciling life in my deepest thought
i could not find me
im not so old i know too much
and

Categories: aboriginal, character, culture, emotions, family,
Form: Prose Poetry

Translation of Aboriginal Charter of Rights By Oodgeroo Noonuccal

La Charte des Droits de l’Homme pour les Aborigènes - Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal's Aboriginal Charter of Rights by T. Wignesan

Nous avons besoin de l’espoir, pas de racisme,
La fraternité, pas d’ostracisme
Du progrès pour les Noirs, pas l’essor des Blancs :
Faites-nous des égaux, pas ceux dépendent de vous.
Nous avons besoin d’assistance, pas d’exploitation,
Nous voulons la liberté,

Categories: aboriginal, political, prejudice, racism,
Form: Free verse

My Soul's Aboriginal

There are times
I can think only of you
Satisfied fully
Entering that place
All leading to you
The area of my mind
Wishing no outside of border
Within the curvature of your
Flowing, pure line
Over your natural texture
That scent indigenous of you
My Soul’s Aboriginal

It is here on tranquil plane
Back in the garden
Of Journey’s Beginning
Before the fall and erosion
Wanting only You
To breathe with

Categories: aboriginal, allegory, allusion, dream, heart,
Form: Free verse