Sweet Francine
Sweet Francine if you were Queen
I’d be your Knight in Armor
I’d fight for you, to self be true
You lovely little charmer.
If deadly peril crossed our path
My sword would clear the way
Fight to the death and laugh
Though death might find a way
In any fight this poor knight
Will carry yes your banner
Prove true blue, in any fight
Approve you, hope my manner.
But dying there upon the lance
I can look up and smile
The charming lady passes by
But drops her head awhile …
Don Johnson 20-may-11
And lying here with broken spear,
the lance lodged in my chest,
my blood does flow,
darkness comes n goes
my love gives her last caress...
Yes Linda Marie,,,
my words get tangled up with fiction...
of foolish knights ...
chain mail the fights...
but the lance fixes his affliction....
xo
Don
Driven Crazy in 41
You were there in forty one,
When Australia it called,
King an country it was fun,
Adventure it enthralled.
On a hill in Syria,
Death was to be denied,
French Foreign Legion plastered you ,
And several Aussies died.
75 mm cannon gave you shellshock,
Amongst a hundred shells,
Almost driven off your block,
Insanity you’ll tell.
And most were driven crazy,
By the ringing of the bells,
And several walking lunatics ,
Were left there in their hell.
4 days of hammering artillery,
And then you got away,
The Aussies drove off the French,
The guns went quiet today.
Kokoda found you in the green,
Quietly creeping through the hills,
Move so slow, listen though,
Jap will plonk you sure to kill.
Your eyes don’t stop a watching,
For a movement in the mist,
For if you stop a watching,
Surely, bullet kissed!
Jap scout plonks at you ,
And you’re a plonking back,
Fixed bayonet stabs too,
When death walks on the track.
Somehow you get off the first shot,
Old Tommy gun is true!
The knockdown power,
Kills Jappo dour,
Life goes on for you.
Don Johnson 19-may-11
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2012 is rushing upon us ,
will the great prophesy , be the right stuff
the great war with the Moslem's
is it coming to pass.
coming they say with a huff n a puff
or am i talking out of gas,
Armageddon is now perhaps ushered in
by great tragedies, yes begins
around the world ...we have this sign
Riots and slaughter not so divine
2012 perhaps if enough believe
depending on obsession
the war will tug at every sleeve
take all of our possessions
bullet holes will make a sieve
and death the pale rider
once more with death we have to grieve white light the decider
Don:(
Aussie Witch Doctor
Witchdoctor could cure you of madness
With a chant and the words of his song
the Dreamtime spirits took sadness
returned you to ok , be long
Some of his people were now big old rocks
The dreamtime it told of their fate
Whistlecocking , if you failed initiation……flint castration rite
No breeding with men of this state
The bone she was pointed
man faded away
Knew he was death anointed
His death song they were a singing
To die just no other way
Faith is the root of his being
The power can lift you so strong
Witch doctor was now all seeing
Emu eggs now coming along…………….when the gidgee tree blossoms
Tribal warrior keen eyed could track a geegar……..tiny black ant
Or Porkypine who clawed the sand two ways………a special treat
You didn’t know if he was coming or going
Spear thrower would eat him today.
The Woomera gave the spear great power
Through a solid door it would slip
Tossed at least 100 yards
If it gets you, no life in your grip
Don Johnson 2-4-11
We gathered our dead
Collected the longbows
For the Giving Tree
Had made them especially
For a company of men
For some suffered
In their death throes
Under the dying cloud
We honoured our men
In a fading sunset sky
For they turned
In to nature
And magic
And like leaves
Tumbled by
The sun bowed
The darkness came
The stars rose
The fallen men
In their death throes
Became the light in the night sky
Under the dying cloud