Wanderer,
free spirit,
gets around the endless world,
he relentlessly seeks happiness.
Open your eyes
encounter an aurora borealis
simple to perfection,
like a lost Eskimo
or as a Buddhist monk
who attains Nirvana somewhere in distant Burma.
Or rather as an aborigine influenced by mysticism
or a lost Sufi
among the vapors of the hookah,
the scents of a forgotten time
that leave behind only the perfume of memories
abandoned in the wilderness of life.
Being a Berber in the desert
or Sahara Tuareg,
when the pleasure is enjoyed in a fleeting moment
while absorbed in timeless meditation,
enjoying life
in perpetuity carpe diem.
In a tattered street of no Clemency
A very big cock laid a egg
Whales of the sea got Drained into the harvestation of Gunslinger
Oh! Ye the Antecedent of a Soft Raw Land
Where hath had you looked unto.. ?
When the Heavenly Colored Bodied fly in Mirrors to Enamor our beloved Land.
The Assiduous of our Aborigine has been the foundation of the Heavenly Colored Bodied Fortunes that engross Privileged Aborigine to the upper echelon of the Heavenly Colored Bodied.
Red Ink was the only Presentable and Lovable Panacea to the Assiduous Aborigines Hope....
In a tattered street of no Clemency
A very big cock laid a egg
Whales of the sea got Drained into the harvestation of Gunslinger
Oh! Ye the Antecedent of a Soft Raw Land
Where hath had you looked unto.. ?
When the Heavenly Colored Bodied fly in Mirrors to Enamor our beloved Land.
The Assiduous of our Aborigine has been the foundation of the Heavenly Colored Bodied Fortunes that engross Privileged Aborigine to the upper echelon of the Heavenly Colored Bodied.
Red Ink was the only Presentable and Lovable Panacea to the Assiduous Aborigines Hope....
Almost all aborigines are Australian
And are apparently also Albanian
Although an amateur actor and atheist
Allegedly also an arsonist
Asked an adjacent Albanian
Are any Albanians Australian
An ardent and arrogant activist
And actually an able archivist
Abruptly answered accordingly
All answers are always affordably
Available at advisory areas
And an agent adept at arias
Answers abruptly affirmative
And adds an adapted alternative
An anatomically accurate assessment
And Albanian Australian attestant
An aborigine and an Australian
Aren’t actually actual Albanian
29 June 2922
Contest: Begin With A Letter
Sponsor: Angela Tune
Abominable Aborigine
Boycotted Baltimore’s Bakery
Canady Canola’s Cannery
Decoded deceitful debauchery
Endless energetic energy
Forwarded farmyard frolicking for a fee
Geographically greeting in Germany
Hardcopy happiness hee hee hee
Ignoring ignorance illegally
Juicy juggling juggernauts
Kettledrums, Kenya and Kentucky
Livening up our literacy
Maniac madness in a manatee
Nightingale nips so nervously
October’s ocelot obviously….
Paralyzes Petunia Parkway’s parenthesis
Quaking quail quickly qualifies me
Relaying relative radioactivity
Scapegoats and scarecrows so scantily
Treat Tajikistan twice tactfully
Undermining Ukraine’s utter ukulele
Vaporizing various vanities
Wicked Washington warrants wisely
X-rays xylophones ‘xtra-instantly
Yellow jackets yield young yearly
Zippy Zeus’s zesty zoology zings with zeal between you and me.
On a park beside the Murray
on a state park boundary,
amongst red gums and black box
and the silver wattle tree,
there’s a place to go exploring
with a thousand things to see,
on the weekly Thursday ritual
for Gary, Tom, and me.
We’d sit and watch Tom wander,
speak about a boundary tree
that’s significance in history
is for the local aborigine.
There are markers in the river
for the boat fraternity,
and a place with peace and quiet
for Gary, Tom, and me.
But the first call for our Tommy
was to cock his leg and pee,
on a red gum that’s still growing
to leave his message; ‘this is me!’
And before it’s time to leave
it’s back to have another wee.
That red gum on the Murray will,
always be, Tom’s memorial tree.
40000 years of aborigine dreaming
As a hot sun beat down in daytime beaming
A sacred place where women foraged and gave birth
It was a place for water in a life balancing girth
The local Nyoongar people lived their Dreamtime
In nature’s circle forever intwined
As you walk the pathways with the whistling wind
Feel the Rainbow Serpent turning time without end.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The warrior stands on one leg in the sun
And watches the British fleet drop anchor
These strange white men raise their flag
And the warrior’s land is stolen from him
Over the years they say the warrior is lost
But when Australia marched to war
The warrior stands tall again standing tall
As a Digger wearing the rising sun.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Mr. White Man you are my brother
I am a Black man from Africa
Give me your friendly hands
And I will feel at home in this world
Mr. White Woman you are my sister
I am a Black Woman from Africa
Give me your that family closeness
And I will feel so loved and happy
Mr. White Man I am your brother
I am a Black Man from Congo
Give me your compassionate heart
And all the conflicts will end here
Mr. White Man you are my brother
I am an Arab from the Middle East
Give me your brotherly affection
And refugee problems will be history
Mr. White Man I am your brother
I am an Aborigine from Australia
Give me brotherly regards so sweet
And all of us shall be color-blind
White Man, Black Man, Coloreds
In this temporal existence on earth
Humanity is above everything else
Let us sit down and laugh together
We sing trade union hymn of solidarity
For one life, one humanity, one earth
TG,
Probably is too hot for kangaroos.
So from Melbourne to Perth went on a cruise;
Ended up on greatest place on earth
Where prolific people grow in Perth.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Are kangaroos and Aborigine on
West Coast of Australia? Always
remember Australia being called
the Continent down under. How
is global warming affecting you.
In the world wide and broad
Aborigine, distort and deform
Out of hatred and disgust
We kill each of us!
Humanity dies by the hands of human
Brutality become familiar member
Kindness and emotions broke up with chamber
All seems dull and dead
No life left, maybe it’s the end.
START
An Untamed Land
Sophie Boswell
In a faraway continent, south of the equator,
Lies an untamed land
Where much of it has not been touched
By the human hand
This rugged wilderness beneath an azure sky
Lies in the Snowy Mountains
Where the purest water springs from
Underground fountains
‘Heaven on Earth’ some people call it
For it replenishes the soul
Since climbing to the summit, is for some
A lifelong goal
The wilderness (or the ‘Never Never’)
Is the home of the Aborigine
Where nomadic tribes have left behind
Australia’s unique history
These first inhabitants
Of this inhospitable country
Believe they belong to the land
The untamed land, where they feel free.
END
I am an Indian, an Aborigine, Arab,
Greek, Norde, African, Chinese..... I am
a human whose alphabet and genes tell tales
of my ancestors' journeys and cultures, as they
roamed around the world; tales about how cultures
were absorbed, or influenced others; kingdoms that reigned,
and kingdoms that collapsed.
Coliseums, Stonehenge, Pyramids of Giza, Ghana’s Gate of No Return,
Taj Mahal, and many other historical spectacles, tell a piece of my
ancestors’ tales….tales that prove that I am you and me; tales that prove
we are part of a web that link us to an original source. Languages,
cultures, and races, are quickly merging together, helping all of us to complete
the Script of our purpose and origin. Finally, “I AM” will reflect in our souls,
as our Divine Source!
If history was food part 2
Unchained,
free of commitment
Explained,
in her persistence
Heartache, trust issues,
her skeletons run a muck.
Physical and mental abuse,
she finally left that schmuck
Charming,
her benevolent smile
Enchanting,
and extremely versatile
***
Self-contained,
committed to money
Unrestrained,
when he tells his stories
Lone wolf in a den of solace,
independence from captivity.
Free from emotional malice,
let go with a sense of chivalry.
Contingency,
alone feeling festive
Aborigine,
a supple beauty so majestic
Explicit, this voluptuous vixen,
feasting on my fragility!
Wrapped nude in Egyptian linen,
irresistible!!
"I'll be your huckleberry"
Jared Pickett
3/7/2014
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