Are you listening out in Wood-wood' in Balranald do you hear in the Hunter and
Newcastle all round Maitland ix it clear?
From Jamestown, in Burra-Burra and from
Port Augusta too will they stand? speak
Out? Unite..Just do whats right, its time for such to do.' In Wonthaggi and Killarny
Ballarat and Bendigo, across to Geelong town
Get out be strong 'for that is what best' the Aussies do' in Geraldton and Bunbury past Perth and
Up to Broome, at Hobatt Emerald and Coolgardie be
No longer fooled.' In Forbes and Parkes and
Dubbo, in and Coleraine, Kiama too; Crookwell and
Coffs Harbour Australia calls to you.' If
You are asleep in Tumut, awaken' ask A man Johnny
Larter, our everyday Hero just whats on.' Then tell all your mates too.' in
Yass and also Wagga.' I'm sure they'll come along.'
And in coming then will realise, that mateship
Is key; is strong ' let your flags fly high till 'bye and
Bye' you are heard and your villans fall, once again all your women and man will be free, Now will you respond..To your nations call.'
So suddenly
it appears in
my Facebook
feed as if it
has always been
part of nature
as if it always
made its presence
known in all the years
of nature shows
I've been watching
surely a monstrous
bird that eats baby
alligators
and kills its brothers
and sisters is worthy
of a one hour
documentary
but no it's as if
it crossed a border
into my timeline
or did I cross
into its like my
brother remembers
the news telling
him about Nelson
Mandela* dying
in his prison cell
never to become
President of South
Africa at all
or shredding
Apartheid apart
is it all really
just illusion
and reality
just a figment
of time and space
depending upon
quantum physics
and whichever string
controls the puppet.
*The Mandela Effect occurs when a group of people collectively misremember an image, event or other artifacts of pop culture like movies, books or television.
Paranormal researcher and author Fiona Broome conceptualized the effect after discovering that she and others possessed strong, yet false, memories about the death of South African anti-apartheid activist while in prison during the 1980s.
Let’s go to the beach
Through the yellow beckoning of lupin, broome and gorse
Play in the sand, dig a watercourse
Place your towel on the stick poking up from the sand, run into the ocean and stop.
Dip your hand up to your wrists to get used to the cold.
Now take the dip, dive under the wave
See that smile break as you ride the waves in
Float on the waves be they broken or smooth rocked by the ocean, stay close to the shore avoid the rip holes, body surf the crashing waves in
Now out you hop
There’s a fire burning brightly
Potatoes in silver are ready to eat
Put your bread on a stick
Toast in the fire then butter it.
Lord Have Mercy (@ Mercer & Broome)
I feel richer already
Says my lungs to my brain
The tactile orgasms and inquisitive Asians
Both ample yet directionally challenged
Growing with each thrust and lunge
My pearl is at Purl
Descending into fiber heaven
As poignant observations
Play hide and seek
Across this fanatically tethered cobble street
The runways play under everyone's feet
Each movement and stride
Gaining reason, style and raconteur
As winds slightly tremble
Kissing all the naked faces
Beauty comes as beauty seeks and gets
Welcome home, haute ones.
(10/12/16)
A little dog so scared with her tucked tail
Came to my front porch one day.
She was ragged and torn, but sharp as a nail,
And when I looked at her I could see
what a price she did pay.
What kind of abuse this poor little creature had endured.
I could never imagine and it would never happen again
I assured.
We fed her and bathed her and gave her a home.
And not once in all those years did this little dog roam.
When she first came whe would cower and hide.
If a broome or rake handle of any kind
she did abide.
We finally gained her trust as the days moved on,
And she wasn't afraid anymore of being abused and alone.
The years flew by and she grew dim in her eye,
She couldn't see very well, especially at night.
She could only fiind her way by seeing the porch light.
She got confused one night when she saw a car light.
And followed it into the road.
Now my baby Michelle is at rest in the woods
but not her final abode.
For I believe you see,
She's waiting for me.