Long, Long ago in a hut made of bark
Children awoke to a loud raptors hark,
Where misty moonlight filled the night sky
And shimmering stars twinkled up high.
They never did flinch from what they did hear
As birds were more vocal that time of year,
Day time like nighttime the animals spoke
To tell of their stories to all the kinfolk.
Plus not faraway a corroboree grew
Where they could peer out to get a vast view,
And what they did see had widened their eyes
They thought they were dreaming from such a surprise!
Aunties combined all clapping their sticks
A shadow was cast to lunar eclipse,
Didgeridoo loudened and looped
A traditional song for all who had grouped.
Singing had echoed and how it was grand
Whilst dancers kicked dust and golden white sand,
Though this was real common in such an event
Where music evoked all that was dreamt.
There through the flames and embers that flew
The children were puzzled if anyone knew...
As never before within their lifespan
Was sighted a dancing goanna-man.
VALENTINES DAY IN AUSSIE BUSH
Awakening with a romantic itch,
Then a scratch where I had burst a stitch,
looking at my beaut shagger named sheila,
as a randy ram, try to hug her,
tis Valentines Day in Whattabugga.
Love is in the bush out west,
all that walks, crawls, or calls do their best.
Upon this farm there is no calm,
for all feel that Valentine charm.
Kebabra of sheep
could be heard all night without any sleep.
Calling all crow, this rooster is on show.
That goat, oh damn!, is horny for porky ham,
and Freckie the Frill neck, tries to Goanna,
while the Kookaburra laughs in a speckled bandanna.
My best mate arrives, called Whatafella,
only blued eyed dog in Whattabugga,
with bottle brush from down da riva,
a prezzie for my missus, I try'n' giv ha,
still with wild bees,
to try 'n' please,
smiling "Darls have ne recipes for these.
Love is in the Aussie bush out west,
All that walks, crawls, or calls do their best.
AUSSIE OUTBACK CHRISTMAS
Comin' 'ome in an aussie sleigh,
ol' tractor ute with a rusty tray,
with a big branch of Gum, it be
the Christmas tree .
hard to find 'em white ant free.
Nailed it to a webbed dusty wall,
usin' my boot as a hamma
watching all the spiders fall,
decorated with koala, snake an' goanna
.
Com' Christmas morn here in Whatabugga,
dis summa heat could cook a burra.
Da' ol' bath tub, empty with prezzies gorrrn,
taken outside to cook magpie 'n' corn,
while some have fun on the dusty lawn.
Some prezzies still on dah floor,
Beaut!, new hinges for the dunny door.
Mum is smilin' even more,
a rackit, for flies 'n mozzies galore,
near the size of a dinosaur.
Tis Christmas in dah' auzzie west,
with heat 'n' flies to enjoy the fest.
Singlet, shorts 'n' thongs,
our very best.
Be our guest,
and enjoy Christmas in the Auzzie west.
Last night I dreamed I was weeding my vegetable garden in the Drive-in theater, while people wandered back and forth from snack bar to their cars.
While pulling weeds, I saw a banana slug and was about to squish it when I realized it had legs. It was an eight foot monitor lizard! I chased it around the grounds and finally caught it and put it in the car. Then I went back to my garden to see if that huge tiger salamander was still there. It was!
I decided to go home with the monitor and the salamander when I realized, oh no, my little dog Daigoro was in the car! I got all frightened the monitor ate him, but he was perfectly all right. The rest of the dream was trying to drive home with Daigoro under one arm so the monitor wouldn't get him.
I wasn’t goanna write this but im compelled to do so, I felt you should hear it
This is what I do, and I love what I do, my passion to write and give hope
It’s like giving breathe to something dying
It’s my job to enlighten
Help bandage or fix wounds
Help Dust and clear-up dirty laundry
Introduce you to a world of forgiveness
Forgiveness to move on searching for a better you
Don’t be fearful to the words I use,
There isn’t nothing better than you start forgiving you
No apologies should be given for who you are
When GOD made you, you became special
Special to those who appreciate you
So those who don’t, it’s their fault to never knowing you
The characteristics of speaking is hearing
To possibly trust but sometimes love
Love is all in the heart but given to a selected carrier
So be weary when giving
In theory magnetism pulls the best attraction
It’s time for you to exert force to the right attraction
Perception
I alter my perception, before i cut loose,
I alter my perception, before I cut loose
I alter my perception, to stop you
I alter my perception, just to fool you
I alter my perception, to school you
I later my perception, before I cut loose
I alter my perception, before I cut loose
Those murders coming for you
Those murders going to find you
It won’t be long before they get you
I alter my perception before, I cut loose,
I alter my perception, to stop you
I alter my perception, just to fool you
I alter my perception, to school you
Those murders goanna find you
And when they find you, they goanna end you
I alter my perception before, I cut loose,
I alter my perception before, I cut loose
IF LOVE WILL
If Love WILL
we won't have to act ILL, KILL, BAIL; also FAIL.
But we WILL have to give HAIL to Love with much, much THRILL.
If it's the last thing that we do, and also FULFILL.
we goanna have to exercise our god given SKILL
if we don't want Love to stand STILL with his; or her WILL.
For after all, Love himself; herself; and also themselves, do have
the FREEWILL to come to our AVAIL or not.
BABY COME BACK
Baby come Back and don't be Slack
and or be Lack.
For if and when you come back
and you don't act Right,
I will Attack; send you Back (away) and have you out of ma Sight,
if you still, don't see the Light.
What can keep us so Tight; and be Alright.
If we don't Fight to make things Right, and also Dynamite, huh?
So, baby if you goanna come back in my life this Night,
you are goanna have to be Straight before can gate through the Gate.
And so, don't be Late, for this is something that I Hate.
But if you have Faith in us, well then, you will not Hesitate to be with your Mate
which is maw, me of course.
I have a DESIRE,
and I often wonder whose goanna come in EMPIRE; ignite my FIRE and my fulfill my
DESIRE? Is it the man of HIRE, the man of FIRE; and or is it, the Lord I call SIRE.
For to fulfill my DESIRE; and ignite my FIRE, it's going to take you to know my
DESIRE, and to do that, you are goanna have to go higher than that, in order to
satisfy my DESIRE; to set me on FIRE.
For truly, it is not in my sexy ATTIRE.
And so, if you think you got the FIRE, the SKILL; and the WILL to with stand me,
well then bring it on, if you WILL, for I am NO cheap THRILL.
Six cod and two turtles
And the Goanna
But he's my brother
So I would not hunt
Or kill him
You know that
A window is
Not a chimney
But in the hazy
Blue smoke of
What they call
Borderline depression
We refuse to pop
The pills prescribed
And climb out of the
Hole we dug
Only you can change
Your circumstance
By the power of
Your own will
Rust never sleeps
And I still can't lick my elbow
But the glimpses of truth
And reality are
More frequent now.
I have a pup called Sheeba
And Muttley is her mate,
And when it comes to dinner time
My pups are never late.
They ate my Gargoyle Monster Set,
They ate my teddy-bear,
They ate my pet goanna,
They just didn't seem to care.
They ate my budgie Hercules,
They ate my mother's mat,
Now they waddle everywhere,
My pups are very fat.
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The vix and the vaseline,
got mixed up in the dark,
While whispering sweet nothings,
with me kangaroo in park,
It was 1963 ole mate,
nah wd40 didn't try,
With oohs n ohs a plenty,
Me aggots set to fry,
like a kangaroo dog climbing a post,
Till it gave up the bloody ghost,
Got up for tea n toast,
Nough to make a sand goanna cry??
Don ....don't do it....
Dog-human
When the human dog attacks ya,
The monkey brain goes slack,
A savage dog is at ya,
And instinct fills the cracks,
Reflex is in gear?
When a woman is being strangled,
She will claw at his face,
Thought’s of death entangled ,
Animal instinct interface!
Instinctive action, fear!
Animal bird protects her young,
As the Goanna goes for her eggs,
She dives and swoops to bring unstrung,
And pecks his back and legs,
Departing lizard, here?
Duality means, 2 owners appear,
Animal man, is only one,
The spirit sane, controls the brain,
Till passion interferes,
And slaughter has been done?
And conscience mourns de dumb,
Too bloody late my dear?
Spirit man is quite sincere,
But brain control aint won,
When the nasty dog, kills off a frog,
The voices worry, some,
Too late to interfere,
The animal dog has 1
Don Johnson
Ghosties
oh i believe in ghosties mate ...
had evidence several times to date....
the hook that held back the door,
a floggin flogging flogging, sure,
against the wall,
till i said, "what is it mate."
"Ring your mother she is sad,
upset about Diana,
her daughter cut her off, how grand,
mad as a Sand-Goanna."
So i phoned my mum and she was sad,
and we talked and talked for hours,
it was only 2 am,
~the dead do have these powers~
Another time Dad touched my arm,
and said yes come with me,
into the purple bedroom,
bloody white ants you will see,
so i scanned the walls and sure they were,
a bubbling under paint,
my old Dad you cant ignore,
he is there, never aint :}
Don Johnson
San-Goanna Blue
Morning Halliwell are you right? {rhymer halliwell is 85}
or have your toes tucked up so tight,
are you with us or cantered through,
beyond the vale Saint Peters Zoo,
no brown snakes there tonight?
Or are you dancing an Irish jig,
With some well fed porker pig,
And playing snooker too,
Or bilious Kangaroo,
and on into the bloody night,
with Sand-Goannas what a sight
and lacy Monitors joined in too,
Brownie snake said bugger off Blue,
that Goanna just might bite...
Don Johnson
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