Best Gold Coast Poems
At the Gold Coast
Parched and dry I stand,
Waiting and recalling
thirsty for your love,
At the Gold Coast
we met last summer,
Under the blue
on the sandy gold,
Memories afresh
Soothing winds unfold !
Your deep dark eyes that
pierced into my heart
Our tale of passion
at first sight did start,
That mighty embrace!
Melting emotions
with heat of breaths,
Tranquillised by
waves that covered by!
An impulse borne away
with every breath,
The most generous one
made me its slave,
Then the tyrant in both
of us well played,
Skin next to my skin,
thinnest air between
simply slipped by,
Intolerance precipitates
setting my soul ablaze,
Make love to me
in this ancient place,
Tears lost in time
and beats not keeping pace,
Wanderlust of my soul
ends at the Gold Coast,
My heavenly abode !
Written November 23rd, 2014
For contest' Make love to me in that ancient place' by Justin Bordner
"Fathoms Deeper"
What are these strange creatures?
They swim in skins
not their own
calling us
into them
they amuse us
we are fathoms deeper
they
are a long way
from Home
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Swimming with orca in New Zealand, 2/3/2016.
https://youtu.be/JQ3mDXF3bcE
July, 2022. Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia.
Orcas.
Billy Bain, Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/865795424/videos/pcb.10166246143865425/1057112558247174
https://www.fisheries.noaa.gov/species/killer-whale
https://www.livescience.com/27431-orcas-killer-whales.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orca
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
I’m giving up, can’t take no more, I’ve reached the final straw,
How do you find a flamin’ job when you’ve turned fifty-four,
I’ve knocked on nigh a thousand doors and trudged a million miles,
To find me name pushed into draws, in the unwanted files.
But with all me money run out, and me life stuck in a hole,
Me ego has to disappear, and I must sign up for the dole,
This is the worst day in me life, I’m embarrassed to the core,
Standing at a counter waiting for the bloke to hear me score.
I introduced meself and told him straight “I don’t want the dole,
I really want to find a job, and that’s me utmost goal,
I’m sick of handling regimes, then being told ‘so long!’
Mate I really, really want a job…‘sit down’ money is so wrong!”
“Well! Your timing is amazing” Said the fella with a grin,
“A job that might be right for you, has just been penciled in,
A wealthy bloke now wants a chauffeur, to drive his flashy car,
And you must be a bodyguard, for his nymphomanic daughter”.
“Clothing will all be supplied, and with long hours for this work
All your meals will be provided free…yes, there is another perk,
Three holidays upon the Gold Coast are provided every year,
And your salary will not be less, than two hundred grand a year”.
I must admit that I was silenced by the offer that he read,
But wary ‘bout his cushy job, so that is why I said,
"I think you’re talking garbage mate, and bull crapping quite a bit”.
Then he replied with just a nod. “Yeah, well you bloody started it!”
Beyond the blue ...
sailing past the farthest tearful kiss blown
Hoping for clear skies ahead,
as my Aussie eyes see wallaby clouds
joyfully jumping by
From Perth to Sydney,
a dragging anchor of parting sadness
has dropped to the deep
Last thoughts of loneliness
is an indigo splash of speeding aft memories
Decked in colorful, island attire ...
sitting leisurely behind a free-spinning nautical wheel
Passenger on an unscheduled wave ride,
heading to wherever
the romantic adventure wind blows
beyond the Gold Coast
Pineapple pleasure ... tropical frozen feeling
soothes the kiss-parched lips
On a lounge deck, sitting beside an open port window,
I listen to the receding waves of the rainforest echoes
Going to the other side of life —
that joyous Aussie place,
a heartbeat above Mt. Gambier
From Melbourne to New Castle,
I searched platonic near and engagement far
for the missing part of my heart
I tear trekked thru the bleak urban wilderness,
and the barren suburban outback
From Wodonga to Toowoomba,
looking in hotel high and motel low places,
the hidden treasure wasn’t found
Now, I finally reached the other side of life —
that beautiful Aussie place,
a heartbeat above Mt. Kaputar
Beyond the blue ...
sailing past the farthest dream sigh mist blown
Crystal clear skies loom ahead,
as my dancing Aussie eyes see kangaroo clouds
hopping happily by
O' Mother Ghana
O' mother Ghana, how proud am i to be your grand son
My skin so black from the burn of the sun
For a woman to head a country shows your bravery
You won us our freedom from our colonial masters during the slavery
You are a brave African black beauty
Even at the age of sixty
Your red,yellow,green and black wrapper makes you look bold
How can you go hungry when you farm cocoa and mine gold
Despite your bravery,you are known world wide as a mother of peace
Whiles other parents are still struggling for peace
O' mother Ghana, embrace us with your warm loving heart
Your African cultures will forever dwell in our hearts
Gone were the days when those masters called you Gold Coast
Now you are an independent woman and with that you can boast
You first son the brave intellectual Dr. Kwame Nkrumah
And your handsome and beautiful grand children Kofi and Ama
You serve as with Banku with grinded pepper,Fufu with Groundnut soup and other delicious meals
We love you mother Ghana
May you live long O mother Ghana.
Exploring the suburbs at Melbourne
Glad are the late nights’ burnt
Bustling Bourke Street Mall
Epitome of a retail therapy’s call
The archaic Flinder’s Station
Scheduling warrants attention
Cho-chooing to Sydney
Never costs a kidney
The surmountable Clothes Hanger
Climbing it is not a head-banger
The romantic Sydney harbour
Releases lovers’ masquerade and cover
The stunning Opera House
Pit stop onwards to the south
The flora of the Botanical Garden
Seemingly children running at kindergarten
The national parks of Wollongong
Hitting the musical notes of the gong
Rekindling memories of Bosman’s Bay
Is a paradise comes what may
Forgoing the isle of Tasmania
That would be the fear of Cradle Mountain mania
In the southern city of Hobart
Where we could relish a tart
Sailing off to Perth
That was never my berth
Discovering the untouched Fremantle
Goes to show an adventurer’s mantle
Diving the Great Barrier Reef
Provides a temporary relief
Coasting the white beaches of Gold Coast
The locals are but good hosts
Annihilated by the waves of the Pacific
Almost make thee panic
Crisscrossing the plains of Adelaide
Part of the best plans’ laid
Allure of the Red Centre
Australia’s stunning epicentre
In the midst of a red desert
Harbour hopes to return and not divert
Discovering the monumental Alice
Go head to head with some malice
Sailing across Katherine’s Gorge
The fissures is a sight to watch
The northern tip of Darwin
Just like the pinnacle wanting to win
Ode to the Northern Territory
A journey of national geographic really
Viva the land of Oz
Paradise and grandiose she was
DREAMING HOME…
In cosmic dreams,
I’ve waded the Nile
In golden Nubian sunsets;
Felt the warm breath
Of Sahara breeze
Kiss my cheeks;
Made my bed in tall savanna grass
And cooled my soul
In rain forest dew;
I’ve crouched beneath Gold Coast palms:
A palm wine drunkard…
Arms flung wide;
My soul
Has soared
Atop Uhuru Peak:
Yes,
I too,
Dream of Africa.
Great White Sharks are a Gold Coast wonder
Though crocodiles may steal their thunder
But all surfers know
It is time to go
When kangaroos line up Down Under
A place to be; a home to live,
Full of cultures and traditions,
rivers of live.
In crossing the Mediterranean,
‘criss-crossing’ the continent, you see…
A mountain of rivers,
running the Niles to desert,
crossing the Niger to the ocean,
a Congo in the Basin, an orange of waters,
the Silver of Gold Coast.
Africa! A Limpopo in Zambezi.
Wild wild cat mewing on jaro mountains,
climbing the Zuma face,
and ascending from the Jos-Plateau.
Africa! A sight and sound,
a sound of Saka Zulu,
and a sight of Mandela.
A sound of Mau Mau song,
and a sight of Jomo Kenyatta.
The voice of Nkrumah,
prompting tying broom sticks together.
The zikist Movement,
and the freedom of the child.
Africa! A child once weeping,
but Ngugi says, ‘Weep Not Child’.
Once tried,
in ‘the trial of Brother Jero’.
Once chained,
Kaunda assured, ‘Zambia shall be free’.
Achebe saw ‘Things fall apart’,
observed, ‘The center cannot hold’,
but, Addis Ababa held the center.
Africa! Chanting a new song,
the song that unchained the chains of Mandela,
replacing the guns with tables and chairs.
A song written in ‘So Long a Letter’,
making brothers sit with brothers,
a song recited while sitting around a table.
A song of reasoning; a song of understanding;
but the last stanza of the song says;
Not yet Uhuru
Memorable Vacations
Queensland was a dream come true,
Along forest lake walks under the blue,
Summers of December 2010 on my sis' invite,
Excited we were for the double delight,
Long travel concluded into a toast,
Beaches and sea, Byron bay and Gold Coast,
Gold of sand slipped under our feet,
Glittered in sun the irresistible greet,
Waves that thrashed on us with every tide,
Engulfed us after a roller coaster ride,
Kangaroos that into every street hopped,
To give them way every now and then we stopped,
People were humble and kind,
Serpentine roads turning blind,
Sunny day we visited famous sea world,
Dolphins with music in unison twirled,
Kids together on giant wheel screamed,
Watched favourite movies and gleamed,
Train travel and beauty of countryside,
River Brisbane traversed with ferry ride,
Sydney opera house, bridge and harbour,
New year eve with fireworks and great fervor,
Days of goodbye when approached near,
Subtle emotions flowed and rolled the tears,
As we close our eyes and reminisce,
Days spent together were such a bliss !
Written May 7th , 2015
For Shadow Hamilton's contest
First place win
Now entered for contest "Any old poem#5 " by SKAT A
Entered for "Landscape and towns" contest by Bic Gi-Sa
What's a dollar worth?
Well years ago it was worth a dollar.
Now it's worth a lot closer to two cents than a dollar.
The reason....www....can't be put any planner...
More and more people go on line www daily...
The old cheer 2 bits 4 bits 6 bits a $
All for (state your team) stand up and holler...
Well..that's about gone
8 bits=$1
This was years ago...
Now 8 bits = 1 byte...2 widows mites...2pennies...
Here's some binary metrics for you ...the future worth of a dollar (sic) next to computer memory
2^^3[1(2^^10-10))] or 8 bits = 1 byte or 1PENNY
2^^3[1(2^^10-0)] or 8192 Bytes = 1 dollar , 1dollar = 8192 Bytes
2^^3[1(2^^10+10)] or 8388608 bytes = 10 dollars
10 dollars = 8388608 bytes
It's far beyond 2 dollars = a penny , 3 dollars = a penny etc...
My sister in gold coast New south Wales oz, said dear brother
It's only gonna get worse before I re it gets better.
I think this is what she meant
Like the burglar thats attracted by money,
like the thug that’s paid to kill,
so they got enticed by our gold, our diamond and our oil.
so they came to steal, to kill and to destroy us.
Gold coast,Ivory coast , South Africa,Cameroon amongst other countries were attacked…
they stole our gold,
they stole our diamond
and they stole our oil.
when we resisted, they kill us with their inhuman policies
like aparthied in S.Africa,
and by destroying us, they took us as slaves.
we now live in ghettos and slumps
we die of poverty and famine
they are the ones responsible for our plight
their coming to Africa has brought nothing good
for they came to STEAL, to KILL and to DESTROY
“She lies in the western region of the black race territory apportioned back from generations,
Within the 11th century era,
Filled with typical black men with strong melanin,
Who lives semi-primitively to satisfy the necessities of their dreams and aspirations,
Under the rise and fall of the sun, soundly…
A land raising walkers from different routes permanently,
Deepening and sharpening the definitions of social culture at highest peak,
Profoundly marked upon the Gulf of Guinea,
Acclaiming the recognition of undeniable reputation,
Her heart dripped with blood in the course of human trading,
The historic period where hope and self-realizations seem to never return for formal grading,
The blood of her forefathers through the purpose of mightiness erected her back magnanimously,
She is clothed with discipline and self-actualizations,
Shaping the conspiracy arrayed in her senses to meet everyday determinations,
And it`s steadfastly concluded by the views of observing neighbors and willing spectators,
Possesses cherishable name highly distinguished,
Subbed with riches bridged over an expandable range,
And this proves the result of past event which left her offspring anguished,
They conformed to shame, just to get the inspiring tenets of their motherland among headlines on global page,
Which brought about the achievement of independence…
Based on the ideologies and firmness of the Kwame Nkrumahs and the rest,
If probably you`re not figuring anything out,
I mean “GOLD COAST”,
A unitary presidential constitutional democracy,
The present “GHANA”,
Meaning “Warrior King” in the Soninke language,
Home of peace always deserving honor,
Who always stand against a sign of savage,
Indeed, the land is full of courage”
“GOD BLESS OUR MOTHERLAND”
LIKE A TREE PLANTED BY THE WATERS
Though stolen, I never left you: remaining
Like a keloid
Etched across your healing womb.
The umbilical flow of a river never
Empties itself of its source.
Thus I wade backwards to the genesis
Of my being;
And grow like a tree planted by the waters:
And I shall not be moved.
From my Nile and Gold Coast waters beginnings
I shall not be moved.
From my blackness, I can no longer be
Sold.
From my blackness, I can no longer be
Cajoled.
From my blackness, I can no longer be
Ostracized.
From my blackness, I can no longer be
Comprised.
My sable Sahara soul is indelibly free
As I want to be.
Like God, Africa is, and I am, like a tree planted
By the waters:
And I shall not be moved.
THE CONDITION WE LIVING IN:Part 2:
The condition we living in,
The country is full of danger and doom.
Things are badly getting hard.
Politicians and technocrats are always deepening the afflictions of the citizens.
Always on the television debating aimlessly on unreasonable subjects.
They keenly rant to impress…with the idea to mislead the minds of the poor natives.
And it seems all hope is totally lost.
They ask us to trust them with our thumbs for development,
But we find them nowhere after they’ve won the polls.
“A dreadful story of disappointment and agony”,
Religion and politics are wiping out loyalty and self-actualizations.
In fact, theocracy is diminishing the peace and comfort of the land,
Instead of empowering the populace to understand reality.
The condition we living in,
Education is held preciously as a mandatory factor to individual establishment,
But at the end of the tunnel, the supposed light to be seen is replaced by darkness.
Lack of employment and resources will then serve its victims with frustrations.
The available jobs ranging in every sector too is always on sale,
And it even lacks a vital assurance.
This is the phase where dreams are shattered,
I mean this is where good people are nurtured into bad ones.
The stage that inseparably feralizes the youth, propagate insubordinations and desperations.
Speculatively, this is where the concentration is aligned towards personal interests and gains.
People begin to trade their integrity with all manner of disgust (prostitution, cyber fraud, human trafficking, theft and what have you).
Life in Gold Coast,
Indeed, this is the condition we living in.