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Now Christmas in July seems crazy - I’m sure I hear you say
That has got to be plain silly - but this is the Aussie way
Christmas is in December you insist it’s a well-known fact
But in this land way ‘Down Under’ our seasons are ‘out of whack’
July is Aussie winter while in December it's scorching hot
Those Three Wise Men may know the reason but then again maybe not!
A time for relaxing with family and friends spreading the good cheer
Sip a glass of Lilly Pilli wine or toast with a VB beer
Frosty Christmas in December - for some it seems so right
Tinsel and baubles festooned - Oh what a delightful sight
Presents around the Christmas tree decked with lights and holly
Cheery little Santa’s look so happy and so jolly
In December air-cons turned cold mimicking our winter in July
When Santa rode his sleigh down south to Oz coming from the land up high
With a Ho Ho Ho he now powers his jet ski - riding mighty waves
He coasts straight onto our golden sands joining parting people and raves
Remember my friends it is a time filled with Peace and Joy
To commemorate the Special Birth of a Baby Boy
Worry not friends we don’t miss out on all that wintry good cheer
For you see folks here in OZ - Christmas always comes twice a year
Author’s Note:
'Christmas in July', which is also known as Yulefest or Yuletide in Australia. July is generally the coldest month of winter, so celebrations emulate the atmosphere of the northern hemisphere winter. So that means hearty food like roasts, and warm drinks in front of fireplaces and bonfires. Don’t be alarmed folks! – Just for the record, here in Oz we have a second helping and do celebrate Christmas on 25th December with the rest of the world.
~‘out of whack’ - An Aussie term for ‘Out of Sync’~
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Synopsis from the composer of the song and clip -
"The Aussie Christmas Song" by Batesy. Published on Dec 18, 2012
‘One Christmas eve I was singing carols about dashing through the snow & a white Christmas and thought "Aussies don't have snow at Christmas" and it was also 30 degrees outside, so The Aussie Christmas Song was born, it's about sun, sand, backyard cricket, pavlova, and a cold beer - Ah!! - Sing along!!!’
"WHERE EVER WE ARE BORN,
WHERE EVER WE MAY LIVE!
WE ARE ONE - WE UNDERSTAND!"
We stand together against injustice.
We don't discriminate, we stand for each one in society.
We love, we understand, we cooperate.
We never hesitate in extending help.
We never calculate, we don't follow give and take.
We are intelligent, we work hard.
We are the best!
YES! WE ROCK!
STILL THERE ARE A FEW CHANGES, WE NEED TO MAKE OURSELVES FLAWLESS AND PERFECT!
(My personal understanding and analysis.)
It's not an advice; just for you!
It's equally applicable to all and to me too!
Twitter, Facebook, Instagram,
We are more into living a virtual life.
Wake up and come out dude!
And be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Money and Gadgets and Comfort and Ease,
Let’s not be so focused, ruthless and selfish!
Live your life and be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Technology, Knowledge and Expertise is our asset,
Let’s not treat elders as liability, junk and illiterate!
Respect them and just be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Live ins and Relations are trending,
Let’s also maintain limits and dignity set by the society.
Freedom and Integrity....... and be FLAW - FREE!
Yes, we are the voice, we know our rights.
Responsibilities!...let's not lag behind!
Just do your due and be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Fear less, Straight forward, logical or may be a bit rude,
We speak up for justice on many issues.
And may be reactive and immature!
We have got better brains, Come on let’s put it to better use!
And just be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Drugs, Smoke and Drinks; that’s a fad…an essential part of THE Swag!
Maintaining moral values and ethics is necessary to save us from fall and defeat.
Open your eyes and keep climbing to be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
What about Inner satisfaction, Self respect, Fame and Dignity?
YES, not to others! In the end we are answerable to ourselves at least!
Look into the mirror and say, we are FLAW - FREE!!
YES! PERFECT AND FLAW - FREE!
Date: 25th December; 2020
YOUR ADVICE TO THE YOUTH POETRY CONTEST
SPONSORED BY: EDWARD IBEH
ONLY JESUS UNDERSTAND IT ALL
I TRY SO HARD TO STOP THE TEARS
THAT FLOW FROM DAY TO DAY,
FROM THE BURDENS THAT I CARRY
AND THE STORM THAT BLEW MY WAY.......
I HAVE BEEN IN IN THIS VALLEY NOW
SO LONG I CANNOT NOT SEE,
IF THERE IS ANY SUNSHINE LORD
THAT WILL SHINE OUT THERE FOR ME....
CHORUS,
NO ONE SEEMS TO UNDERSTAND IT ALL
THIS CROSS I,VE CARRIED LONG,
I WANT MY BODY FREE FROM PAIN
AND MY HEART BE FULL OF SONG.....
NO ONE SEEMS TO UNDERSTAND
THIS PAIN I,M GOING THROUGH,
OH LORD I NEED SOME ANSWERS
AND I NEED THEM NOW FROM YOU....
YOU KNOW MY HEART IS BREAKING LORD
FROM THIS BURDEN THAT I BARE,
AND MY TEARS THEY KEEP FLOWING
WHILE MY MIND IN CONSTANT FEAR.
CHORUS,
NO ONE SEEMS TO UNDERSTAND
THIS CROSS I,VE CARRIED LONG
I WANT MY BODY FREE OF PAIN,
AND MY HEART BE FILLED WITH SONG....
DEAR MR JESUS FRIEND
I CALL ON YOU TODAY
PLEASE TAKE THIS SORROW
AND CAST IT ALL AWAY..............
YOU,RE THE ONLY FRIEND I HAVE
THAT TRULY UNDERSTANDS,
WHERE MY HEART IS COMING FROM
SO PLEASE LORD HOLD MR HAND....
CHORUS.....
WRITTEN BY ANN HART ,JAN 25TH 2004
COPYRIGHT,NL CANADA
The Gift of God is Eternal Life.
annhart2000@yahoo.com
Website http://www.poetrypoem.com/cocoannspoems
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Kokoda Efogi 1942....
The Japanese turned tail and headed north on twenty eighth September forty two. ...
They'd struggled round on mountains fought stopped near Moresby by the few. ...
Eighteen hundred went to stop ten thousand in the jungle mountains high. ...
Fought and skirmished over land in a rainforest never dry. ..
Our fresh Brigade now drove them off and followed as they ran, ...
in places high we'd count the cost where our mates died every man. ...
Near Efogi in a clearing up among the mountains high, ..
stopped to wonder at the scene, dead men round a circle lie. ...
All around a circle green, bloated rotten stinking high, ...
Japanese were piled up everywhere, by the dozen just to die. ...
So many died why came the thought? What killed them though they tried? ...
There in a pit two brave men fought, two Bren gunners fought and died. ...
Sat back to back to watch the clearing, even bullet riddled, soldiered on. ...
Slowly died with each bullet searing, fought till their last bullet fired and gone. ...
Two marksmen stayed upon the trail, let the wounded, get away, ...
Japanese in thousands were a coming, o'er the mountains narrow way. ...
2 Bren machine gun bullet spenders, deadly accurate this I say, ...
all around the bullets humming, squealing Japanese were turned to clay. ...
Kokoda trail held till they died, slowed the Japanese a little way, ...
though surrounded no surrender, at the time had death to pay. ...
21st Brigade men fought and died, two lives given on the day, ...
like Horatious at the bridge, didn't falter there to stay...
September 1942 two men were discovered near Efogi in New Guinea... My father Don Johnson of the 2/25th Btn. saw these two brave men had died fighting the thousands of Japanese... Don Johnson...
The Bren machine gun .303 caliber was so accurate that 2 to three bullets did take the top
of the head off your opposition soldier, if he popped his head up.
When these brave men died we were being pressured by overwhelming odds,
Up to 13,000 available Japanese troops were encircling each of the 3 battalions total 2,500 soldiers sent to stop them.
Constantly surrounding them in the mountains, forcing retreats ...
What a special time of year....
I,Santa and my minion of elves
making a gazillion toys for all
the giddy girls and boys.
Just what are some of the things they
will find under the tree? Let's see !!
Colorful cars that go vroom vroom
and twin engine planes that zoom.
Remote control trucks that
tumble around the room.Oh these
things simply can't come too soon!
There's the cute little doll house
with a canary canopy and the stocking
stuffed to the brim with sugar coated candy.
Oh my, what about the indestructable
tank with the turret that pivots or the
tried and true toolset equipped with
screwdrivers, pliers, hammer
and yes, even a rack of rivets.
I almost forgot about the long-legged dolls
with their fancy silk sweaters and dresses.
Oh how girls love those that talk or cry,
or ..... yes, even make little messes.
Then there are teddy bears,dolphins,
monkeys, ...stuffed animals of all kinds.
Oh, is it possible for the youngsters
to get these tantalizing toys out of their minds?
Chutes and Ladders,Candyland, Twister,
Guess Who, a smorgasboard of board games.
Oh yes, after this Christmas Day,
nothing could ever be the same.
Then there are cd's, dvd's,mp3s
you name it, even cell phones to call.
And no, that's certainly not all.
Catchers mitts, frisbees,yo-yo's or
better yet, a new leather basketball.
Robots, Light Bright,Spirograph,
we are busy making toys for tots.
And I don't think I need to tell you
No matter how you slice it... there's alot.
But I'm running out of time here you see
and there's no limit to what
can be found underneath the tree.
Every year Christmas provides a new story.
I know I hold a special place in
the hearts of people both young and old.
But I will be the first to admit
Christmas is not about me or what's
under the tree, but might I be so bold
as to say we must not forget that the real
Christmas story is all about love.
It starts and ends with the gift of Jesus
sent to us from His Father above.
For without that very "special delivery"
Christmas Day we wouldn't even celebrate.
No, as a matter of fact, December 25th
would simply be just an ordinary date.
New Guinea Kokoda Campaign
In 1942 the Japs appeared, took all the islands north.
Our troops were mainly school boys and for New Guinea bound.
13,000 Japs landed, climbed up Kokoda and came forth.
As Yanks, Macarthur's boys took over Melbourne town.
Churchill said "No we can't help, let them take Australia too,
we'll take it back later in a few years."
Our P.M. got most of our men home, to fight our war it's true,
Though Churchill tried every trick but tears.
The Thirty Ninth Battalion, old men and school boys.
400 kids to do the job, oh yes these few.
They met the Jap whose weapons, were anything but toys.
Militia boys, with old 'threeo's' there to use.
Our boys could only hit and run.
Or be surrounded and slaughtered like the roo's.
The Jap he had it all, mortars, machine and mountain gun.
New Guinea we could more than likely lose.
War seasoned 2/21st Brigade it's then they climbed the trail.
Came to meet the Jap so many thousands there.
They tried to stop em, many died, but no they wouldn't fail.
These men so game and earnest every where.
Battle hardened 2/25th Brigade now came to do its bit.
Replaced the dead and wounded, and the few left on the trail.
Our men charged the Jap trenches as the 25 pounders hit,
used cold steel, Yank Tommy guns and leaden hail.
The Jap ran back o'er the ranges with fear he was instilled,
with just three battalions snapping at his rear.
At Templeton they stopped, got surrounded there and killed.
Aussies made them pay the price, much dread and fear.
The Kumusi river was in flood, where Horii's men pulled up.
The General's men they'd stopped again to fight.
When five hundred died upon the bank they'd really had enough.
So they tried to cross the river in the night.
400 drowned there in the flood with General Horii too,
from capsized boats and rafts and other craft.
They retreated back to Gona and to Buna they were through,
their ranks so thinned, they hadn't cause to laugh.
Our Pilots flew with the Yanks, to bomb and strafe and kill.
Then our Tanks appeared with Mortar and Field gun.
With better support now, we sapped their very will.
Our mountains choked with dead now Kokoda it was won.
by D H Johnson
I check my empty bank account
And wonder how am I gonna make it.
I look at those red numbers
And think I can no longer take it.
I have trouble breathing
Because I am barely staying afloat.
I wish someone would help me,
Come save me with a lifeboat.
The bills keep piling up,
The collection calls never stop.
How did I hit rock bottom
When I was so close to the top?
I look upon my child's face,
My happy and charismatic baby girl...
I broke my promise to her
Because I can't give her the world.
Christmas was my favorite holiday
Now I dread December 25th.
I can't afford what she deserves
Because it's hard to buy even one gift.
Birthdays are just as bad.
I can't celebrate my child's big day.
It's hard to disappoint my child
Because I never imagined it being this way.
I have to figure out which bill will be late
How much gas I will need to get me by
How much money I can use for food
It's so frustrating, I just want to cry.
That seems impossible
Because I've already cried two rivers.
Every time I try to swim upstream,
Currents keep pushing me downriver.
It breaks my heart to look at my child,
Oblivious to all the negative
And realize that my beautiful offspring
Is my main reason to live.
I laugh to keep from crying
And so many people don't even know
Just how bad my situation is;
All they know is what I choose to show.
I keep a smile on my face
So people won't ask too many questions.
I try so hard to stay positive
Living in this detrimental recession.
I've gotten to the point that I can't cry anymore
And I sit still with that Novacane feeling.
As I continue trying to hold out on faith,
I find myself constantly kneeling,
Praying to God asking for strength,
Asking for some way over this hump,
Believing He will fix my pain
And help me overcome my financial slump.
I looked around and wondered how some had it so easy,
How I'm the one that has to struggle and others don't
But then I realized, I don't know their story
So I try not to compare mine to the unknown.
I just have to keep my head up
Do my best to stay strong for my family.
I believe that God's got it
And He knows just what's best for me.
Between grains of ancient fine sand
desert roses hidden from sight—
Colourful, exquisitely fanned.
They formed in darkness; pressure shaped.
Each perfect corolla agape
in floral whorl of sharp crescents;
fluorescent and phosphorescent.
Against injustices they railed—
within shed tears, I saw their plight.
In our moral duty we’ve failed.
Their troubled spirits to immerse
in laughter which abounds in verse.
Pococurante obedience.
Parting: an Aubade in a sense.
POET'S NOTE
Updated 25th Aug with the mosaic rhyme in the final two lines:
obedience & Aubade in a sense.
Recommended reading: Desert rose selenite/gypsum.
POETIC FORM: Saraband sonnet (I used the BASIC French rhyme scheme, extended).
The Saraband(e) derives its name from a fast erotic dance of the 1500s of Mexico and Spain which originated in the East. It is a stanzaic form imitating the dance steps and written in any number of septets. The various forms consist of tercets (axa—‘x’ being unrhymed) or triplets (aaa); the chief difference being in the rhyme schemes of the quatrains: English (axa bcbc), Spanish (aaa bcbc), Italian (axa bccb OR aaa bccb), and French (only axa bbcc). Each subsequent stanza repeats the rhyme scheme set in the first stanza, but in the longer Saraband poems it is not unusual to mix Spanish, Italian and/or French septets. Any metrical foot; any metrical line—some authorities insist on octal syllabic lines rendering it minor art (= 8 syllables per line) but this is not cut and dry.
Saraband Sonnet: It comprises 2 septets. Rhyme scheme: It depends on the form chosen. In the sonnet form, the rhyme schemes have been extended for the French variant (aZa in the tercets where 'z' rhymes), and Italian variant (aba cddc—thus, an addition ‘b’ in the tercets). Some examples can be found where the rhyme scheme for the second septet is progressive. It may be octasyllabic, iambic or trochaic tetrameter, or an extra foot (iambic pentameter) may be added to conform to the basic sonnet. The volta is at L8. I have experimented with the rhyme scheme: aza bbcc, dzd eeff.
3 am.
The alarm clock in my head wakes me with a
silent clanging.
Outside, the rain is falling so hard. It sounds like someone's
trying to break into my room.
Jesus.
It's Christmas Day.
It might as well be August 25th because the conversation in my head has not changed
since then. "You are a piece of ****."
I think of things I need to worry about, things I've worried about since August 25th and way before that.
My anxiety runs through my veins like hot chemo.
I stagger to the living room and stare at the half-decorated Christmas tree ...
gold balls weighing down one side. Empty green takes up the other. Oh, there are two figurines of kittens that I bought at a garage sale in Staten Island in 1998.
God. 3:10 am.
A whole day to spend by myself.
Not a fake friend in sight today, with their banal conversations about picking up their laundry or meeting at the gym at whatever time to do arms or back.
Just as well; I get a blank stare from them when I want to talk about chasing happiness or being childless at 53.
The TV is my savior. It pulls me out of myself.
Bing Crosby comes on singing "White Christmas." He's dancing
with those two impossibly shiny bleached blondes. And they all have those white, almost blue American teeth -- not one out of place.
12 pm.
I wake up on the couch and "White Christmas" is still playing; it must be a marathon.
Outside, the rain has turned to snow and there are two messages on my phone -- from Christian friends inviting me to their houses for the day.
It's tough being a Buddhist on Christmas. OK, so I know, as the Buddhists say, everything is OK as long as I let it be OK.
But this is one day of the year I don't want to "be."
I consider whether to shower. It takes 10 minutes to decide. I let the hot water run down my back, and I don't know if it's burning from the water or my nerve endings.
I don't want to face Christmas - but I have decided to join life and go to Cory's to see his kids, stare at the tree and eat some turkey.
I decide to take a Xanax, and I stick one in my pocket as assurance.
Maybe some of this gloom will yet lift from my heart.
Form:
I remember the days they were born
Both in March, cold and rainy yet we were warm
Me a new dad and my love a new mom
Not knowing what to expect, trying to be calm
Jarret was the first, it was March 25th
Time seemed to linger, our long wait was no myth
But when he decided to take his first look
We both cried at our miracle, as if from a book
It’s the simple things, oh… the simple things
The next time we were old hands, but still a little scared
Wondering how it would turn out, our strength shared
The doctor and nurse seem to show no worry
When that heart monitor slowed down in a hurry
But then Anna came so quick on that March 29th
Our surprised little doc, still had her sweater on tight
It’s the simple things, oh… yeah, the simple things
The years go by fast, as everyone says
Somehow you don’t pay attention until, there it is
The first time he and I walked to our fishing hole
My buddy and me, him carrying his little pole
Jabbering away about the big one he’d catch
Me hanging on his every word, knowing this moment would be hard to match
It’s the little things, man I mean the little things
She was a cute little bug, always holding a kitty, puppy or such
She with her happy heart, I love her so much
The first to make friends with whomever she met,
Her big brown doe eyes are hard to forget
The next thing I knew he’s taller than me
With a voice as deep as the old man in the sea
His single word answers to questions left me craving more
It’s tough on a loving dad, but I know the score
She sings, oh.. how she sings wherever she goes
Our happy heart may someday star in the show
Later I pick her up and hear how the game went
Just listening to her joy, me ever so content
It’s the little things, those simple little things
I’m sitting in the car, waiting for school to abstain
‘Cause I don’t want him to have to walk home in the rain
He jumps in, looks at me and says, thanks pop
You know I love you, and that’s non-stop
It’s life’s little things…just these little things
It’s life’s little things…just enjoy the little things..