Best Shire Poems
David Hurleys run away, he placed a sign just the other day.'
Closed till further notice I've heard.? It's beggars belief upon my word.'
I wonder if his door is round.? Like at bag end? And bolted sound?
He didnt want those visitors sure.' 1 million people, mostly sore.'
Old scomo didn't breath a word.' Or Barnaby or the other nerd.'s.'
Like sauraman their peering out, Australians are rising all about
Their coming in like swarming bees, the junta will be on its knees.'
The henchmen wear the deathmasks still, it's a sign of the sickness on the hill
I can smell it's stench.' There's a sweat of fear, though I'm in the UK it's travelled here
What can be done.? Know its begun..The unravelling of the number one
The fear of fear.' They fostered here, on captive city (what oversteer)
i'll bet they sold them noble ideals, they were almost Swiss-Canberrans is this, (for real?)
They're the most jabbed people in Oz I hear.? No flies on them, nor covid drear.?
You can't be sick and dead at once.' Or even be sacked.' It's the covid jab bounce.'
Maybe they're not Australian even? Makes you wonder bout (even stevens)
He might just show, you never can tell, just ask old scomo on the edge of hell?
Good Grahame Hood, and Riccardo Bosi, they've stood it well and gave out plenty
It's pleased I am in both of you, two worthy Aussies, just see thisl° through
I can see you're not in each other's pockets, from different positions you fire some rockets'
And that's to the good.' You and all the rest; you're building an army; best of the best.'
John Larters sound, and Craig Kelly seems too, the Gibson ahead of the other crew.'
Your in my prayers, and in my toil, in the tears I've shed in my blood that's boiled
Keep it good, your cohesion is key' you've lifted my heart a time or three.'
God bless you all just stay the course, I'll cheer you on till my throat is horse
And then I'll cheer you on some more, one the pilot I prayed for; who came to the fore.'
And a Colonel I spoke of' might one stand?, dear God you heard and that's so grand'
Now stick it to them.. Until they fall.) Our God is leading He's (the all in all)
The
oldest
position
under the crown-
and
fastest
gunslinger
in frontier
towns
Like pearls
in the
void.
Consciousness
is rare.
Scouring our
Galactic neighborhood
we find none.
Where is everyone?
Have they
moved on?
Evolved
to a
different realm?
Have they
died out?
Are they
still primitive?
Are we
the first?
These questions
repeated
trillions of times
in trillions of galaxies.
For now
at least,
ours
is the only
Cosmic Shire
we know.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
Let's watch purple
lights
as they pass their
way over the land
Let's see a purple
dawn
Let's move down roads
as yet unknown
to man
we can dance
upon the moving
waters
the sky is
ominous
black riders above
let's dance down
the path of time
We will have
A revelation
When we see
the Misty Mountains
When we watch
our dawns
change into
sparkling elven nights
The infant rays of sunlight
Filtered through the small panes
Of the sleepy Hobbitons, a wake-up
Call to the start of the day.
Shire-folks smoked weed
And Argentine ciphers born of
The plumes ripples into thin air
Carrying the dream of the day.
The wild Brandywine in her stately
Updraft, washes away the suffering
Of felled logs disturbing her flow
And dips them straight into the marshland.
The pretty flora of the ancient woodlands
Stack their dreams in swirling petals of which
Are later reborn in the night.
The proud Three Shire Oak stands as
A silent guardian to Whitwell wood
As woodpeckers prick into the cavernous
Echoes of his heart to find out his longing.
Remnant of white clouds like ancient
Ruins wander lonely over the Hills of Evendim
And reflections of a century’s History float
In their accord.
Shire! Fill me with your rainbow colors
And let me dive deep into your essence
And let me stay drowned in your dreams
Forever.