758.
Exaltation to Mary:
Queen of Australia
Glory to God in the highest
For crowning Mama Mary among the rest
As Queen of Australia & of the Universe
Queen of all Australian Catholic/Universal believers
You are the Queen of Australia – the Catholic Continent Nation
Australia – where Catholics dominate the religious population
God bless Australia for having Mama Mary
Oh Universal Queen, to you also glory be.
Amen.
-11/28/2019
(Dumarao)
*Exaltation to Mary as Queen of the Universe
A young bowler he liked to play cricket
In his career took many a wicket
the crowd he enthralls
as he shines up his balls
He tempts the Pommies to snick it
TABLE TENNIS
A keen young sportsman named Dennis
Favourite game is called table tennis
hits balls over the net
won many a set
A plumber when young an apprentice
I write because of God; for God"
And the country that
Raised me.)
Erudite at night verbose by day,
altho', I can't speak for others when I say,
"Shooting fish in a barrel of monkeys
(such primates rate a damn good spanking),
it seems to me, would not be fun at all,
there's no challenge, where's the reward?
It's enough to make an Australian crawl.
And, if Aussies ate nothing but eucalyptus,
as somnolent, lethargic koalas do,
would their breath also smell
as tho' they've been chewing cough drops too?
Do emu wonder why they have wings,
well, can they really have barrels of oil?
As, if it's to be sold or bought, how's it plumbed,
scooped off the top when they're brought to the boil?
And not to knock the fearless quokka,
cute tho' they may be,
the world's happiest animal
is not really smiling at you or even me.
What does the kookaburra have to laugh about
when they're feeling crook,
that Australia's wider than the moon?
Akubra hat's off, that's a fun one for the books.
Boo... meringues are fun, as is surfing thru' tubes,
but, me, I'd be a wombat, who actually do poo cubes!
I know you are aware of us,
Me and my little dog.
She sits with me, she does not chase
‘cause I have asked her not.
Me as your friend, please do not sack.
Tomorrow have another chat?
Or the next day, that is fine,
Because we like to take our time.
We know you’re not really a bear!
You are a wombat, clearly.
But brown and furry, strong and round,
You’re Little Bear to me.
Little bear, how are you here?
Come to see me now?
We spend this time together.
It is meant somehow.
Warm drink in hand, I slowly sip
as you munch grass nearby.
Never knew a wombat friend
would come give me a try.
Thanks so much for hanging out.
Do you enjoy your time?
On these peaceful afternoons
as much as I do mine?
Another nightly ascent up the stairs towards my solitary bedroom.
Slightly tainted with opiate night perfumes, glistening green totems await;
O souls beyond the time before time was time,
Is there a bright future ahead?
Only the note of B flat spills out of nocturnal batrachian depths.
Strange birds are howling and the black river is almost comatose across the road.
There is a mauve, antediluvian horror clinging to my window pane.
Green tree frogs, watch my sleep as I turn into a star;
I rest in the abode of Orion and my body melts into sweet smelling lilies,
Keep your sorceries around me like green jade amulets,
Trace your rainwater sigils around my bed,
Leap into my dreams and teach me your purple magics.
O pleasures of the nightside borderland,
O silly little green things.
Australia, you promised plenty
Buildings replacing trees and views
Concrete covers the sacred lands
Developers grab even more
Energy draining quickly
Farmland naked where once bush grew
Green landscape now just scars
Humble pleas go unheard
Justice lost behind closed doors
Lost children in a lost land
Money begets murder done
Nobody left to save this land
Open scars where miners dig
Prosperity flows away
Quietly the land cries
Religion an early cause
Scars everywhere we see scars
Trembling mountains fall in pain
Understand the land that cries
Victims silenced by gun and law
Wisdom from elders taken
Xeric land now appears
Yearnings to change the past
Zephyr sweeps a damaged land.
Clad in mud, olive-brown, warts and slime,
Across the lawn, a slow, squat, toxic blight,
Dinner-plate menace, poisonous glands
The warty invader takes all our time,
Flesh-webbed feet in the dead of night—
Spreading fast over native lands.
Nothing stops them, not native nor hound,
We watch them, the curse,
All of the toads.
In thousands now on the ground,
Worse.
Gather children, and hear this story, oh so sad,
which viewed, another way, might make you glad.
My mouth spoke harshly, or perhaps it was a blunder,
so, I turned it to a smile, and I sent it to "down under".
Indeed, I sent it on a mission to Australia,
and it told me with a toothy grin, "I will not fail 'ya".
I tell you this, because there are not many smiles,
known to travel almost eight-thousand miles.
I shed a tear, until cheerfully, it sang,
"Don't worry, I'll come back to you like a boomerang",
and off it went, without conveyance, or map to chart its course.
It had no train or plane or boat or bus or horse.
I shudder, as I think of the trouble it went through.
One day, I'll tell you all about the koala and kangaroo.
That's the story of the smile that started as a frown
and went down under to turn itself upside down.
Here in the uk, yet my heart fights for you
Australia my foundation, what else would
I do.!
Island, country, continent?
Was it a land that was content
to be British colonies?
And what about the wallabies?
This place, a dirty concrete beast
that only washes when it rains
and smells of wino piss in drains
or overheated streets,
which meets the sea to dip its tongue
and spew a tide of rubbish to the waves,
a noisy armadillo filled with human fleas
that thrive upon its armoured back,
to fill each crack and notch of skin,
existing on the heart that beats within its roaring chest,
and yet for all its whistling taxi noise,
it has a faded pizza scented charm
which does not rest
except for four am when all is calm,
the time I like this grand old girl the best.
Dry earth, a parched and weary soul
takes blessing from the rain and seeks to drink its fill,
to wash its dusty face among the leaves where parrots call,
startled by the fall, they scream in harsh defiance of a laden sky
and fly to shelter fluffed and wet in outrage at the dripping trees,
which bend and tease and wave their hands in damp delight
shivering and dancing at the power of the passing shower
a green and most entrancing sight
Australia Day 26/1/2026
I’ll fly my Aussie flag today
and celebrate ‘Australia Day.’
Be not afraid to let you know
I’m proud to put myself on show!
I think it’s time for all to stand
together, right across our land.
Because Australia girt by sea
is really the best place to be.
A Multicultural country superstar
have welcomed many from afar.
Who’ve stayed, to make Australia home
without restrictions, free to roam.
There’s been a shift in national pride
the date Australia day, some hide.
But history we cannot change
no matter how we rearrange.
We’ve much to be so thankful for
our way of life, and so much more.
We’re all Australians black or white
when with each other, we unite.
So, get together, grab a beer.
say ‘G’day mate, I’m glad you’re here’.
Light BBQ’s, eat salad mix
On January Twenty-Six.
Christine 26/1/2026
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