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In Memory of the soldiers brought home
on 2 June 2016
They Came Home Today
by Robert (Bob) Moore
They are finally coming home today
those, who were left behind
to a different country,
and to a different time
the one they left was patriotic,
Aussie and True Blue
but now, you could be in strife
if the Aussie Flag you flew
They gave their lives, while fighting for,
a dream we’ve long forgot
and in a far and distant land
a lonely grave their lot
But now these warriors have returned
to their own pleasant land
just hope that we remember
the reason they took their stand
So you and I could live with freedom
and have peace in our lives each day
a country well worth dying for
in a land so far away
And if they could but look around
I wonder what they’d see
is this why they fought and died
and the future they thought would be
Lest We Forget
The shears sleep heavy, lethargic and lost,
Silent on the cold wooden floor,
Covered in webs and dust from the years,
That have passed since they clicked to a roar,
With each sheep and ewe, and every big ram,
In the shed that was life on the land,
In the shed where the men shore, two hundred or more,
Sheep with their iron clad hand,
And lanolin and resin still emanate the air,
The walls are still old mahogany brown,
But gone are the men, in blue singlets and shorts,
Bought from the one shop in town,
Now things are quiet, the seasons they go,
The shearing shed has gone by and by,
And these worn out lonely shears hold all of the memories,
Under the dry burnt Australian sky.
As a principled parchment puller, i observe no rules you see .' Its a variable piece of
Lingo' after a dekko, you may well agree.?
It could mean to inflate and flatter.? Or maybe to decieve.? To percieve of superflous natter.? To test what may be
Beleived.? Its a fluid term i do descry..Only an Aussie can' i think? make such really fly.' By all means others may
Use this term, but think on Australia? For
You might well learn.' Laconic we are and
Frugal in words.' But in us burns a bushfire of linguistic terms, i cite other
Parchment pullers Patterson, Lawson just
Two.' Historical giants, Dorethea MacKeller
I'll add, Brian Woodlys which brings it to a
foursome, how.
His song lyrics will
Always ring true.' then little Alison Smith
Is climbing up poetry's rungs, mind you'
its real
Early stages, Though.. I guess she's my
no two? ( yeah thats the one')
Precious and precocious, but no doubt
i'll just have to make do.? Its like that
on the dirt track..You go along to get
along..And maybe down the
ranges? As you travel on; and on'
That bonding of mateship, transpires; up
to rise' just like the mighty red gums,
that line the
Jagged ridged skies, so onto SUZ and to
Laurie and Deb M; Doug G, hats off to
All of you too, from me.', theres a
blackend old can a
Boiling, if you'll stop and take a brew.?
The damper in pan is forming, and i'll
break it; with all of youse.' Look we can
all pull out some parchment; by
God!! And so we'll do.' as the billy can gurgles
And the whip-bird calls out grand. We'll
talk on; of our Australia.One rich and truly varied land.'
Tripping through the sand
In a pair of Aussie thongs,
Boogie board in hand
Singing Aussie songs.
Davo’s got the beer.
Out of kiddies reach
What a day we’re gonna to have
It’s Christmas on the beach.
Oh, Christmas time, Christmas time
Christmas by the shore
A good old Aussie Christmas.
It’s Christmas time once more
The sun is very hot.
There is no shade around
so we gather up our stuff
And move to higher ground.
We settle neath the trees.
In a folding metal chair
Plenty shade, but there’s no breeze
But really, we don’t care
Oh Christmas time, Christmas time
All the family’s here
To celebrate our Christmas
Like we do every year
Davo came by car.
With Marie John and Jane
Granny from afar
She came by aeroplane
Joe lives up the street.
He brought his wife and kids
And even in this awesome heat,
They wouldn’t miss for quids
Oh, Christmas time, Christmas time
Christmas without snow
We love our Aussie Christmas.
It really is a show
Oh, Christmas time Christmas time
Christmas is a ball
We love our Aussie Christmas
Here’s Joy to one and all.
There was a young Aussie called Billy
An ant attached and bit the end of his willy
made him holler and dance
all these ants invaded his pants
His swearing and cursing for miles was heard very shrilly
She began to twist in contortion
Her legs now a state misproportion
her neck it did crack
she fell out of her sack
Now moves about with much caution
Every morning took off for a jog
One day got stuck in a bog
how does one now get out
for help a desperate shout
Eventually hopped out transformed here as a bullfrog
A young man supplied equipment for sport
To a local nearby family squash court
a girl a mis-hit on one of his balls
to the floor with much laughter she falls
In pain he declares this squash game with danger is fraught
A demure young lassie called Jilly
Owned a beautiful black and white filly
The last ride was a farce
horse bucked Jilly's flat on her ass
In a landscape that's rocky and hilly
Then a long came Billy the Bonk
A left hook had injured his conk
in bed with another man's wife
took off for the flight of his life
All the geese in observance let out a boisterous honk
A blonde affectionately known as Annie
Her desire for love is uncanny
all her clothes she did shed
too much time in her bed
She's now known as overworked Fanny
footnote Sack a colloquial term for bed in Australia
After debauched dearth of scorched earth & Aussie mirth
New Gay opener in the berth & Ollie back to surf the turf
Bazball less gall but more girth a rebirth but what’s it worth?
“Lack of nous is now notorious
More cat less mouse us furious
They say will try to do laborious
In house be bit more studious
About game’s history curious
No tantra mantra is spurious
“Bazball” is in the thesaurus
Moan it is prone to bore us
No more lone tyrannosaurus
Crazy tone like I am a Walrus
Toil of Sisyphus & boil of Icarus
Obstreperous schlep to leprous
Horn shorn a blunted rhinoceros
Hunted stunted shunted corpus
Sunken drunken hippopotamus
Wet beset with regret so porous
Raucous ruckus need new caucus
Mac attack Bull too full of Taurus
Cruel winter as they all lost focus
Plans to be a sprinter were bogus
Ken Baz & Ben splinter the onus
Dump us after screaming rumpus?
Key thick dreaming hocus pocus
Fans stick sick streaming mucus
So pick a well known local locus
Go to town not clown at a circus
Survives revives is a new crocus
Forlorn past forsworn vocal chorus
Reborn alive strives thrives..Lazarus
Our sown homegrown magnus opus?
it’s the little things like tim tams.
having gotten my attention, the box
hops into my shopping cart, but not
before I cartwheel and squeal, certain
that one of the poets has nurtured
my senses with an Australian accent.
i’m handing them out, like pamphlets,
according to the number in the family.
of course, they’re crunchy and cold.
my husband, straight away, placed
the box in the fridge. U.S.A. all the way.
my neighbor came over for coffee.
before she left, i handed her three treats.
she gasped, herself a published author,
she had just gleamed in a current read
of munchable tim tams…indeed! of course.
to treat my bible study group friends,
i will have to grab another, unopened box,
hand them out for free. the delightful share
the Word and Aussie-awesome treats,
alongside hot water and teabags. cartwheeling…
With accurate placement
aim and precision
take your pick
an advanced weapon system
a marksman
staring down
keeps his eye
on the target
judging distance
will take his shot
The ultimate assassin
for two lovers touch
with a bipod arrangement
is accurate as such
holding aim
sweetly releasing
from the chambers
firing emotions
The L115
will do the trick
the poms little boy
the lovers heart it will hit
burning inside
blazing feelings
one hot target
exploding fireworks
An M107
the Americans toy
it'll take you down
into lovers joy
in rapid fire
burning lead hot
pulsating desires
An Aussie Tikka M55
a one piece machine receiver
it's grooved drilled and tapped
a love it can deliver
finger upon her trigger
warmly spitting flames
radiating flashes
gunpowder explodes
with golden bite
falling down
in the face
of her beauty
But the true weapon of choice
out of cupids locked safe
Is the Middleton DTM SS 415 Crossbow
It gets true lovers in the right place
crosses over an arrow
piercing into
the softest spot
a passion hunter
preys in delight
blood within lust
You see Cupid's an Angel
he doesn't use guns
he has arrows and bows for choice
he is the ultimate sniper number One
silently holds the wind
shooting swiftly
ends quickly
quivering taking one's breath
a piercing tip enters
falls down dead
enters the heart
one lonely
head hunter
dips in
loves blood
Its time at last..The furor'e is well past.' For those who fronted
Who shamed? And claimed the high ground? and spoke of a
Deaths knells blast.' Who trotted out (so called experts?) And ranted as well .' They warned all the people, in a manner
Real grave.' Now there are samples of blood from those
Who died really brave' And i'm sure more will be given by those now alive.'
And also from the polo's samples must be taken.! To search out
To ascertain just ( w h o might be faking.? As we know all
Leaders value trust' ny not breaking its hallmark; a must' of certain
when there is
Danger' any fear or even doubt.? Yet In panic central; old Canberra
the drawbridge went up' as all about, the the country news was
Sprung; like a spider from its web.' We must save the oldies
It first was out spread..We saw this was to change..Even young got the
Hit.' Then a hero truckie, said i've hat a gutfull.' Of these half-wits And lit out
For the capital, just as i was hoping.' As near two million
Woke up.' They'd had enough of moping.' Rod Culleton
And Hoody also good Johnny Larter Ricardo Bosi..These
for starters wil l'do The goons got in a panic and I hear l r a d s
Were deployed.? I'm tellin you!! On a civillian gathering..On childern holding but toys.! In rage and frustration i watched it play
Out.' Midst the noise drainstream media pushed out mis-infoiThe
Word anti-vaxers and a dangerous mob, were staple lies.'
they used our people to prod.! Well right is right.! that one thing they said stands true..So lets begin testing ( thats the way now
True blue ) it will show solidarity and foster trust.' In
The true Aussie spirit..I believe its a must.) From scum'o though
In Britain and old albo too." andrews and dutton the whole motley crew.! Stand and be counted its only a jab.'
Prove it or lose, it! its your time 'even brad no hazard' also to
Others is my motto today.' As tribute to our heros for
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his childhood stories told
of when he was
a little scottish boy
grey days...freezing nights
the only way to keep out the bite
was the fires flames a roaring
"tis wasn’t much-but it was me home"
he would say
in his broad accent
but...i could never hear it
when war came
and his father did his duty
[a hero within a young boy`s eyes]
his spinster Aunt came to stay
"I had two mums in those days,"
he would often say-
in his broad accent
but…i could never hear it
he would often tell me
how he collected coal by the railway lines
to add to the night time fire
or the day when a Luftwaffe bomber was shot down
and crashed into a field near his childhood home
he would talk about
nights spent in air raid shelters
or the nights sitting in the dark
he would often say
"you cannae show the hun the way to London"
in his broad accent
but…i could never hear it
the silent piper greeted visitors at the door
he would always welcome them with a "G`day"
and a glass of whisky
[always a cheap one]
but there was something not quite right
about the way he said "G`day"
in his broad accent
but…i could never hear it
its true with what they say about the
Scotch being stingy
[he would say he was just being thrifty]
example- when we left the lights on in a room empty
he would say
"Andre Carnegie doesn’t live here,"
in a sarcastic way
and in his broad accent
but…i could never hear it
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explanations of words used in this poem
townhill-a scottish village just outside of dunfermline
G'day-an Aussie greeting for hello
Andre Carnegie-Scottish-American industrialist and philanthropist.[born in
dunfermline immigrated to usa aged 12]
##dad migrated to australia in 1951