Best Bulldust Poems

On bliss and your bulldust.....
To talk bulldust,
You feel you must,
Aeons of timeless bliss,
Stemming from a secret kiss,
Your emotional manipulation,
Napoleon and his satisfaction,
Our mutual benefits,
Subterfuge and...

Read more of this work...

At a point where the old road meets the hill
and runs down the other side
There's an old tin shed that's standing, still
and a grave where...

Read more of this work...

When everything seems peaceful
and all is going well
you'll find out that Murphy's rules
will grab you like a spell

When you build your money up
a bundle in...

Read more of this work...

All the Anzacs have faded back into the past
And the old men now rest with their mates
We can hope they play 2 up and still...

Read more of this work...

“The Lost Daughter”



Thursday walked through the doors on a Tuesday
She sat in the Waiting Room, 
the place smelled too sterile, 
Antiseptic wash, 
rank clean with...

Read more of this work...

I am the bushland dawning
in the stillness of the morning
I am the sunlit plains
and the mighty river's flow

I'm the drought and I'm the flood
I'm the...

Read more of this work...

Have you ever felt the magic
when you're standing by the sea?
The rise and fall of ocean swells
Sublime serenity

In the morning's salty air
the working boats leave...

Read more of this work...

BUSHFIRE
                        ...

Read more of this work...

The yards behind the shearing shed are overgrown with grass
And the fence posts look a little worse for wear
There’s cobwebs on the tractors that are...

Read more of this work...

I lie dead and broken and crushed by the road
and the crows make a meal of my eyes
I no longer wander the trails in the...

Read more of this work...

Hooks and lures and fishing line, an eight foot throwing net
The sea is calm, the weather fine, there’s challenge to be met
Bait fish schools along...

Read more of this work...

I know this sounds like a soliloquy,
But why did bulldust men find me?
God made Ratlotto sardonically,
Life's booby prizes always find me,
Now 70 years old is...

Read more of this work...

Cattle trucks drive highways now
where drovers once held sway
Heavy rigs of chrome and steel
replaced the horse and dray

Gravel tracks of rich red earth
that rambled near...

Read more of this work...

The bright lights of the city
Have lured me away
From bushland plains and mulga scrub
from plains of rich red clay

Away from the serenity
to noise and toil...

Read more of this work...

Not once have I lied, not once have I stolen
Not once have I made a mistake in my life
Not once was I bribed, not once...

Read more of this work...