Best Song Friend Poems
Can you hear the distant echo of the
hauntingdidgeridoo,
as it pulses through the airwaves? Yes, my friend it’s calling you.
To this land beneath the Southern Cross, it welcomes one and all,
and its drone spells out a message. Can you hear its beckoning call?
So come share our hospitality and shake an Aussie hand.
Mate, enjoy a trip down under … share the culture of our land.
It abounds with nat’ral beauty from its coasts to Uluru
and you’ll share our nation’s freedom just like we have learnt to do.
You’re invited friends to join us on a wond’rous holiday,
where the sun, our surf and golden sands are yours in which to play.
We’ve the Opera House and Harbour Bridge, The Reef and Kakadu
and experience the magic of a Darwin sunset too.
Can you hear the distant echo of the
hauntingdidgeridoo,
as it pulses through the airwaves? Yes, my friend it’s calling you.
To this land beneath the Southern Cross, it welcomes one and all,
and its drone spells out a message. Can you hear its beckoning call?
Come and cuddle a Koala, feed our unique kangaroo,
see our Emu and our wombat and our talking cockatoo.
Boil a billy, bake a damper, share a campfire’s flick’ring light,
in our vast Australian outback on a glorious star filled night.
See the paintings and the craftwork of the aborigine
and experience the stories of their dreamtime history.
More than anything you do here or wherever you may roam
we’d just like to say you’re welcome and please make yourself at home.
Can you hear the distant echo of the haunting
didgeridoo,
as it pulses through the airwaves? Yes, my friend it’s calling you.
To this land we call Australia, it welcomes one and all,
and its drone spells out a message. Can you hear its beckoning call?
Drowning Out The Truth
You say you've made a friend in the bottle
In the number one solution
You're getting loose watching drop after drop
Straighten all the confusion
You want to keep the party rolling on
Refusing to face the facts
The way you live each day, day in and out
The story can end so sad
You've got to see the light
Through the night; black night
Don't waste your youth
Drowning out the truth
What you used to understand without question
You now admit with hesitation
As if in your mind you're not sure
And the cause, only frustration
I want to know that you can see through the haze
But at times it seems as thick as mud
You're searching for all the answers
But you're losing hold of what was
...I know all about feeling good
So many days I've felt that way
But it's not an escape, just a delay in the game
Because when it's over everything is the same....
You've got to see the light
Through the night; black night
Don't waste your youth
Drowning out the truth
Life, my friend, right now to you is such a joke
But as a friend I can see your pain
I know your eyes, no you can't disguise
Bloodshot lines spell out your shame
You've got to see the light
Through the night; black night
Don't waste your youth
Drowning out the truth
Nearly Man
I nearly wrote a song today
I was so close to the edge
I nearly turned the world away
I stood out on a ledge
And I dreamed that some day
Life would recognise me
I’m a dog a wizen stray
And lucky to be free
I nearly won my first game
But second place is okay
Only one person I can blame
For my mediocrity
I’ll win I’m sure before I die
Wonder what the prize will be
I want so badly to learn to fly
Over this stormy sea
I nearly wrote a book you’ll read
But couldn’t find how to end
Am I the antidote that you need?
Or just a needy friend?
David Cox 26/01/23
It's in the movies that the display,
Measured white screen precisely laid,
The twenty-four a second images roll by,
Captured as if conceived by artistic eye,
And I don't know if what I have been is proper,
I haven't treated you as a friend and,
I haven't treated you as best I can and,
Properly displayed and played,
Stories of love and risk,
Do what is wrong, song of hearts,
I don't know what is meant as proper,
Romantic notions are adored only in fiction,
A rose by any other means is no less expensive,
What once as joy perceived as friction,
A proper distance starts at extensive,
And I don't know if it would have been proper to be proper,
I loved you as much as a friend as any other and,
I loved you enough to take a chance and,
Wrenched connection sure to cause stress,
Sink where respect goes to drain,
Done what is wrong, song of hearts,
I don't know why it is proper for us to part.
(I have done wrong).
(To My best Friend Ira)
When outside my window there is a blizzard and night,
and the fireplace heats up my home,
suddenly my good friend will come to me.
We drink tea together.
We sing songs with guitar accompaniment,
and we read verses until morning.
On a table there is a pie and the beautiful candle,
and the fireplace heats up our room.
Night gives to the sky a necklace of stars.
My dream has ended. I am sorry,
but not even the fireplace is present in my home.