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HARD HAT HEROES

There's a breed of Aussie hero who has served this nation well 
and they don a yellow uniform to face the fires of hell. 
When day temperatures are soaring and the high winds blow a gust, 
and our bushland is ignited it's in them we place our trust.   
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 
 
When their mates are in the hot seat and they need a helping hand, 
they will volunteer their services from stations 'cross this land. 
Whether country towns or cities or a bush fire brigade; 
they will gladly throw their hats in and will offer their mates aide. 
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 
 
Do you owe your home or property, your very lives perhaps,     
to the selfless, sincere efforts of these bold fire-fighting chaps?  
Or still sadly you lost everything, but proudly can attest 
to their fierce determination as each brave soul did their best.    
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 
 
So I ask you all to join me as we stand and raise a glass 
to the courage and the spirit of this fire fighting, class; 
and I'm sure you'd love to join me as this message we impart,  
"You're such true blue hard hat heroes and we thank you from the heart." 
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 


Copyright © Merv Webster | Year Posted 2005


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THE NEW ENGLAND FOOTBALL TEAM MANAGER - SAM ALLARDYCE

The big bosses of the England FA,
have made their final decision,
They've found a new boss for
the England team position.
They sat round a boardroom
table, scratching all their heads,
Wondering who to appoint - 
when they'd rather be at home
in their comfy beds!


Behold! Sam Allardyce, is now
in the hot seat,
And one thing is for sure - he
won't accept defeat.
He worked well at Sunderland,
they're in the Premier League.
But why has his appointment
caused so much intrigue?


Has BIG Sam got a magic
wand - that will bring in some
classy players?
Or will every game they do
play - all end in watery 
tears?
Big Sam has a massive task,
that only he can repair.
Will he make big changes - 
as he quietly says a prayer!


He really has a task ahead,
to regain the nations trust.
Winning more of their
matches really is a must.
Like being the best in Europe,
and even the best in the 
world.
Can he bring the glory
years back - and end us all
in a whirl!


We can't seem to get this
right, and England do need
some success.
Will big Sam Allardyce be
a success, of that I can only
guess.
But we must look on the bright 
side, and be more positive.
And hope and pray Sam is
the man - victory he will 
achieve.


Let's now look to the future,
for the new England manager.
Big Sam Allardyce; 'but will he 
need a prayer?'
I now raise my glass and drink
a toast to Sam Allardyce:
'Good luck with the team' England, 
Sam, and to "WIN" a 'game' would 
be NICE!!!!!!


Can the England team now move
forward and conquer the football
elite?
And win the coveted WORLD CUP - 
now that really would be a treat.
Hail! Hail! The new manager of
the England football team, and 
what a lovely surprise.  
Ladies and gentleman - please  
give a big welcome to the one and 
only; 'Sam Allardyce!'    

 
BY
DARRYL ASHTON   


Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016


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one more lonely dream

the thoughts that rest here deep 
I’m laying low and waiting 
as those bullets whiz past me 
it’s those little things that wound 
those moments I can’t see 
can we reach the pinnacle 
or all that we can be? 

imagination covers 
too heavy in this heat 
you try to pull the blanket off 
I sit in the hot seat 
the gash that will not stop 
my mind continues to seep 
nothing stops the heartache 
of a heart that will still bleed 

we lay down here together 
as usual I don’t sleep 
your hand rests on my body 
there’s no comfort there for me 
it flows out with the current 
a bottle floating at sea 
coming back to haunt  this room 
just one more lonely dream


Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2011


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Torched

We’ve been burned before:
Left in the hot seat
smoldering and angry.
 
Wondering how we got here
and if we’re ever going home.

We marvel at downpours
their ability to not only quench desire
but to drown out the burning
as though it never happened.

Why can’t they remember
what we can’t forget?

So I watch the torch pass
from one hand to the next
the motorcade following
one alighting, then more

Because to drop it now
would be a sin:
So we hold it up
like a beacon.

Let it light the way
for the path – the subsequent
stumble, charring and burning…
Well done!


Copyright © Irene Hammer-McLaughlin | Year Posted 2009


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Poetry Thievery

Any good judge and jury would convict me
Slam the door shut, toss out the key
High crimes and misdemeanors in the first degree
Caught in cahoots with poetry

Armed with pen and paper in hand
Stealing from me all that I have
Until my muse says there's nothing left
Empty's the till inside my pounding head

I'll sing like a stool pigeon in the hot seat
In a police line up I'll point out the poetry
Say that's the one that did this to me
The one with the sly smile and rhyme in his teeth

I'll throw myself on the mercy of the court
Plead insanity as I cackle and cough
To tell the truth if you only knew
That last statement is not too far off


Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2017