Best Australians Poems
Sea
Sanguine
Surprises
Australians.
A rare phenomena caused by algae
(This actually happened on Bondi Beach in 2012 when the water turned scarlet)
Contest: language of water
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Jan Allison
Tasman sea – Australia
7th December 2015
Categories:
australians, color, nature, sea,
Form:
Tetractys
Sail most by north, by west the least,
until the moon sets in the east.
There, in a sea the colour of custard,
ye'll see the Ile de Deux Sans Mustard
where locals speak like buccaneers,
calling you ‘me dirrr' and us ‘me dirrrrs'.
Their pirate accent's quite inexorable
though, than ours, their grammar more is flexible.
They appear to verge on being mammalian,
a little bit like South Australians
(I'd never for the sake of mirth
deride the folks who come from Perth).
Hard left, first manatee you see,
or right, your choice, you're free as me
(it's nix to do with politics,
a pox on all elected plicks).
Sail till the sea turns sweetest violet
and there you'll spot the cutest islet
(had we to rhyme with ‘sweetest red'
it'd be a continent instead).
Here, when poetry is long dismembered,
lies the place of rhyme remembered.
Yes, you have come upon a land
that any poet would think is grand,
where almost everybody aint
any kind of ffffflamin' saint,
but seldom use the worst of curses,
when they converse in freeish verses,
or communicate in playful rhyme,
pretty much whenever they feel like it.
Categories:
australians, cute, fantasy, sea,
Form:
Couplet
IMMIGRATION.
Are migrants proud Australians?
Our nation based on immigration,
One polyglot meld of humanity,
To Australia, show fidelity.
Our nation of peaceful tolerance,
People from Earth's shifting sands,
Living here in Great Southern Land,
Deployment should not be our dance,
Nothing wrong with loyalty,
Patriotism our children's legacy,
--Great Southern Land,
All welcome to be Australians!
Categories:
australians, appreciation, culture, encouraging, immigration,
Form:
Free verse
Why did the Native Tribal man decide to build the tee-pee for shelter?
Why did the origin of Africa build dirt houses?
The Caucasians and Australians architectural designs formed.
Does anyone know why people of color are called the dumb ones?
A discovery of DNA found that the mongoloid blood was the riches.
Next came the blood of Africa.
Never last are Caucasoid and Australoid..
Are all men created equal?
We learn from each other.
Civilization had to discourse.
The measure of a man ascertains rationality.
Therefore, woman must measure up.
The unearthing via Social Science defined humankind in their cultures.
They travel to Africa to trek in their secret gardens.
They stop first in Europe to research the humanities.
Australia was a philosophical best.
North America is the continent they commence.
In South America, tillage ethos shouted.
In all, they found the landforms to be vast and the social stigma was that of somebodies with beliefs and values.
We have taught each other well.
From war and upward-downward spiraling of discrimination, we are dumbfounded.
Our socio-political and social-religious depiction necessitates our members to
be demarcated.
Therefore, we must be innovative to delineate a diverse world.
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PENNED ON MAY 30, 2014!
Categories:
australians, africa, america, appreciation, change,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
MAP OF EUROPE - OBJECTUM SEXUAL *
O coastline with cool expanse of blue Atlantic
Your curves and indentations drive me frantic.
Sometimes thrust out peninsularly;
Sometimes studied docilely and scholarly;
Land stretching from White sea and Iberia
To Black Sea and Siberia.
O Europe, my virgin obsession geographical
Is verging on possession sexual.
Other continents are jealous - Africa is so island-poor, so peninsula-penniless,
And of rivers, capes and bays it has many less:
It would give a pretty penny to have just one Iberia, Jutland, or Scandinavia
To excite its smooth coast and other geographic behavior.
Australians would love islands with romantic names Capri Lesbos Rum Eig Frisian
Or an archipelago-infested sea like the Aegean.
South Americans cry themselves to sleep at night because they lack
Such Nordic coastal features as Trondheim or Skaggerak
Beijing would give all the tea in China because she must
Satisfy her desire for an Italian-shaped peninsula, a bootless lust.
Of course Asia feels no envy, for it has kukri-shaped Kamchatka
And the only large island in the world, Sumatra,
Which rhymes with the best singer in the world, Sinatra.
This Map of Europe is something I just have to possess.
My life is incomplete without its caress.
If I didn’t have it, my world would be a mess.
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NOTES
1 * “Objectum Sexual” is defined on GOOGLE as erotic
love towards an object of any sort.
2 N. B. This poem is purely fiction
Categories:
australians, funnysea, sea,
Form:
Couplet
The first time the Japanese were stopped in World War 2...
was 7th of September 1942...(Before Gaudacanal fight was finished)...they retreated then
back to Rabaul after heavy fighting with the Aussies in the muddy swamp at Milne Bay, New
Guinea...
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942stoush/
Milne Bay Battle 1942...
In the mud of east New Guinea by the shores of Milne Bay..
The Yanks had laid an airstrip made of mesh or so they say...
It was 1942 the Japanese would land...
Never beaten till this point, unbeatable so grand...
2 Squadrons of Yank Kittyhawk's all covered in the mud...
Flown by game Australians who spilled the Nippon blood...
Six 50 cal machine guns on the Kitty they did sit...
Bullets wobbled down the barrels, sank the barges just a bit...
Fighter Ace our Truscott he'd often lead the charge..Bluey...
He'd barely left the airstrip, wheels up, strafe a barge...
Barges full of soldiers packed in like sardines....
And on this beach the slaughter of the Japanese Marines...
The rain came down in torrents never dry, how would you be....
Aussie soldier were in battle in mud up to their knees...
So driven from this swamp were the awful Japanese...
By the 7th of September, what weren't dead were glad to flee...
Don Johnson
Categories:
australians, war
Form:
Ballad
Americans say that India is the largest democratic country .
Asians say that India is the country of spiritualism .
Australians say that India is the country of huge crowd .
Africans say that India is the country of great M . K . Gandhi .
Europeans say that India is the country of philosophy .
Politicians say that India is our strategic partner .
Economists say that India is one of the best place for investment .
Communists say that India is the perfect soil for communism .
Capitalists say that India is the market of products .
Historians say that India is the center of history .
Poets say that India is the country of Rabindranath Tagore and lovers
Everybody says many many sentences about India !
Although soul of India says to her people
"You are citizens of India but residents in the world .
And the World is your original mother land ."
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
Categories:
australians, earth, feelings, friendship, heart,
Form:
Prose Poetry
DON’T GET ME STARTED
1. About taxes, we have to pay them so why bother
Wasting breath complaining? And they’re spent on
Useful stuff like nuclear weapons and world-tours for
The Prime Minister and keeping teenage shoplifting kids
In jail (where they belong) and allowing major embezzlers
Or inside-traders to be under light-supervision on open prison-farms.
2. About Richard Nixon, a president who got caught
Doing what practically every president does,
And did trivial things like achieving rapprochement with China,
Ending the war in Vietnam, and signing nuke treaties
With the USSR. What a waste of time.
3. About bees, because why should I put up with stings and all their buzzing
Just for honey, when I don’t even like honey or beeswax?
And don’t tell me about the hexagonal architecture of honeycombs.
Buckminster Fuller did it better without stinging or buzzing anyone.
4. About sushi, which is a bit too fishy for me. I hate fish,
With those big staring eyes in the shop, or floating pathetically
Around In the shrimp-pan gazing accusingly at me.
5. About Australians, wanting applause for kangaroos, wallabies or Melbourne.
How about a round of applause for Canada for having beavers, or the RCMP?
6. About rap “music” which really should be called crap music
7. About dogs
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( Don't get excited, politically, sexually or architecturally. No nationalistic or animal rights complaints, please. It's only a funny poem.)
Categories:
australians, funnyme,
Form:
Free verse
What do Australians do well?
At the football we really yell,
All sports have cast their spell,
We are all quite laconic,
With work, it's really platonic,
We love a long weekend,
We wish holidays never end,
We even have a public holiday,
For our horse racing day,
Yes, that's Melbourne Cup Day.
What do Australians do well?
Well, we welcome all, do tell,
One multicultural southern land,
Progress changed us to helping hands,
We can work hard, and play hard,
Looking for weekends too far,
We Aussies do lots of stuff real well,
Yes, Australia has cast its spell.
Categories:
australians, allusion, dedication, home, patriotic,
Form:
Free verse
Xerothermic in December
Many Australians remember
A chilly Christmas clime.
So they choose a time,
In winter the feast to eat!
Nativity turkey and meat,
July our heart inspires -
Umbrellas and log fires,
Love of pudding and pie,
Yuletide in July.
Categories:
australians, celebration, christmas, culture, winter,
Form:
Acrostic
John Howard,
No GST ever, if you vote me for Prime Minister
Remove tax from petrol
Change the word tax to levy and increase the levy to 48%
John Faye,
The average Australian should not be able
To afford a car or a house
John Howard,
Child overboard
Oh no, my advisers got it wrong
But it got Little Johnny voted back in
Just so he could outsource
The Australian job market
Make the Rich, filthy Rich
Remove middle class
And the Poor, become Poorer
Kevin 07
Apologizes to Australia's Indigenous peoples
Build a town for asylum seekers
Leads the revolution on education
Dives in, too fast, when insulating
Australians against the cold
Lets his soft heart over-rule
His heads when it comes to rules for refugees
Julia
Carbon tax here I come
After taxing the mega rich so they charge
Australians more for their products
Lady PM found the stolen generation
And made it a new business
While killing Liberal’s Work Choices
Julia is no Celebrant, Wayne Swan is no witness
But the government recognizes gays as
People with partners and taxes them accordingly
Julia will not preside over anyone’s wedding vows
She leaves that to the church
And lets the Pope interpret the Bible
To recognize same-sex marriages
Kevin Election
Abolish carbon tax
Palm off asylum seekers
Tony for PM
Ladies
Bare foot in the kitchen
All businesses are
Franchises or Chain Shops
Scrap family-owned business
Enforce all Little Johnnies policies
And make the Rich, Mega-rich
Confused?
Well don’t be
Let’s revert to
The mate system
Where mates look after mates
You can afford to go the pub for a beer
The electricity and gas bill is lower than the
IQ of a Politician
You can afford a new car every 2 years
Your house mortgage is paid off
Me Mate, The Prime Minister
Vote for Gordy
He’s unemployed and needs a job
*****knows what he’ll do
Hell knows how he’ll do it
But I guarantee we will all
Have one hell of a party doing it
Bare foot in the kitchen or wherever
It will be memorable
Time to vote
Time to party
Give Gordon Andrews your Vote
Me Mate, The Prime Minister
(c)2013 Gordon Andrews
Categories:
australians, political,
Form:
Prose
See how Christmas fete on earth
Indians will walk to the mass
Enjoy curries and sweets enmass
Australians hang wreaths girthed
Here Santa gives rest to reindeer
Changes dress for less ”hot” with cheer.
Chinese light streets and stores with mirth
Santa is called “Shen Dan Lao Ren”
In shops only the grottos plain.
Yule logs burned in French hearth
With food left, the logs burn all night
In case Jesus comes in the night.
Russians fast till first star rebirths
Then break fast with Kutia eating
For good luck throw some up ceiling.
Ways and approach differ on earth
Call him Christ, Gud, Gott, dieu,dio, God
Ishwar, Allah, he’s the same lord.
See how Christmas fete on earth
Australians hang wreathes girthed
Chinese light streets and stores with mirth
Yule logs burned in French hearth
Russians fast till first star rebirths
Ways and approach differ on earth
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**This is my maiden poem in form Constanza**
28-12-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form:Constanza
Motif : Epic
Sixth Place win
Contest: Impress Me III by Giorgio V.
Categories:
australians, religious,
Form:
Rhyme
They were straight of limb as the bullets flew
Made up of true blues and fair dinkums too
When they landed on that bloody April day
They were told to push inland to ensure the stay
The fighting was fierce and brave men fell
Australian, New Zealander and Turk in the hell
The bravest men fought the hardest fight
And went inland further than others might
They fought and they died showing they had pluck
The Turks told of wounded men not giving up
Struggling it out to the last bullet they fought
And were left lying facing the foe as they ought
In the end when they evacuated ANZAC Cove Beach
With those brave men lying in the sun out of reach
The Turks left them as the sun bleached their bones white
As the days turned into months into years as we won the fight
In 1919 Charles Bean led the Australians back to Gallipoli
And they searched the battlefield from beach to the gullies carefully
The bones were gathered and were identified for some
As the graves were lined up and headstones stand in the sun
These men who came from across the world for a war
Are now part of the Legend of ANZAC for all to explore
But I wonder on those windy hills where they stayed and didn't flee
There are young Australians looking out quietly to the sea.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
australians, april, conflict, death, dedication,
Form:
Ballad
The sun has gone for his holidays
We don’t know when he’ll be back.
He gone to Australia for a rest
But we can’t wait for him to come back.
We miss him when he is away
He never sends a postcard.
I suppose he might find writing it
A teensy weensy bit hard.
He is baking the Australians
And the Indians too.
I know that cos I just spoke to one
He was very polite to me too.
He told me it is 35 degrees
And he is getting a bit hot
I told him to send it back to us
Because we definitely are not.
He laughed as he gave me the codes
To fix my remote control
He wished me all I wished myself
I thanked him, and said that was my goal.
Now as we get nearer to the solstice
The sun I have to tell
You will be making your way back soon
And on that I am going to dwell.
It makes me happy to know,
You will have to start your return
I can’t wait for the solstice on the 22nd to pass
For this I am longing and I yearn.
Categories:
australians, funny, me, longing, me,
Form:
Light Verse
It’s the hot north wind in your face
The dust and dirt of the Outback place
It’s the gathering against the fire storm
The larrikin smile that is the norm
It’s knowing that when troubles comes
Everyone’s shoulder to the wheel is how it’s done
For the wide brown land can be a chore
That makes you love it even more
Australia is tough but sweet
Living here makes life complete
And when my day is finally done
I’ll lie under a gum tree in the Australian sun.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
australians, life, social,
Form:
Ballad