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This old geezer is multitalented
I'm able to talk and chew gum at the same time
Can even spit nickels while singing Moon River
Okay enough about this talented old soul
I'd like to hear what extraordinary talents you guys have
Let's keep it clean though
Little kiddies or sensitive old nannies
May have stumbled across the site
While searching for a recipe for French Canadian Pea Soup
Raunchy is permitted BUT
Only when describing the love habits
Of the Northern Hairy-Nosed Wombats of Australia
Their nose is very important in their survival
Since this creature has very poor eyesight
And needs its nose to smell food and other things in the dark
I have long since had that ability
Now aren't you glad you tuned in
So let me know what weird and scary talents you guys have
And I'll write a poem about it
May even get published in the quarterly edition of “Poetry Weekly”
Ta-Ta!
The sun had vanished, it was black as black,
The air was crisper than ice.
And the wire on the fence whispered a steady humming tune
To hundreds of kangaroo mice.
We’d broken down, in the middle of Australia,
We were alone, my partner and I.
At first it was serene, just sharing a wine,
Under billions of stars in the sky.
By morning it occurred, we desperately needed help,
So we trudged about ten k to a track.
We were spotted by an aboriginal tracker in denims,
Riding with pride, on his horse back.
He gave us some water, then left for a car,
Later towing us to his quaint cottage shed.
He looked over the engine, said we could stay,
Saying if he hadn’t found us we’d surely be dead.
The starter motor had broken, bus was in two days,
So he lay a bed on the cold kitchen floor.
And said to watch any of his hundreds of horror movies,
This guy loved his blood, guts and gore.
This guy lived alone, he knew how to survive,
In this desert, he was fascinatingly unique.
He fixed our car, we gratefully shook hands goodbye,
But I can’t ever watch the movie Wolf Creek.
"The Conversation: I Found God, so now what?"
the ugliest thing happened here today,
I could turn away and write of unicorns
but I’ll write about beauty found in the ugliness anyway,
like how a mother said goodbye running out of words
throwing her child into the arms of strangers,
so the child might have a better turn
but I’ll write about beauty found in the ugliness anyway,
of Love in all its strangeness, the mother bleeding heart lost
throwing her child into the arms of strangers,
so the child might have a better turn
the gift of life a mother gives a child, that comes with all its strangeness
of Love in all its strangeness, the mother bleeding heart lost
imprints one day we’ll be together again, impressing my darling Love is never lost
the gift of life a mother gives a child, that comes with all its strangeness
the daughter stands tall talking to her mirror, her reflections become contagious
Imprints one day we’ll be together again, impressing my darling Love is never lost
and you would know me anywhere for you are the Goddess I love more than God
the daughter stands tall talking to Her mirror, Her reflections become contagious
the mother draws Her nearer and whispers to Her child throughout Her ages
and you would know me anywhere for you are the Goddess I love more than God
the runes of life are lost in tears and found on fire deep living in Heaven’s pages
the mother draws Her nearer and whispers to Her throughout Her ages
you will feel me in your heart, for there you’ll hear my voice so much clearer
the runes of life are lost in tears and found on fire deep living in Heaven’s pages
You are me and I am in You in all your deepest stages
you will feel me in your heart, for there you’ll hear my voice so much clearer
the words like braille that stroke the heart where Love like God does dwell
found on fire deep living in Heaven’s pages
(LadyLabyrinth/2024)
Saturday April 13th, 3.20pm
Bondi Junction, Sydney, Australia
"Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children."
(William Makepeace Thackeray)
Ethiopia was easy to chew right through
African jungles taste delicious yum
Biodiversity treasure-troves devoured
No splintered aftertaste or toothpicks left
Eating Australia was a challenge
Don't want to hurt no kangaroos
I wish I had a bigger mouth for Europe
To cover bushes and lumber in one chomp
Rain in South America is like salad dressing
Makes me famished as trees vanish one by one
Canopy after canopy drop
This place is too alien for me
Sand has always been my favorite snack
I'm moving on to dryer spots
When I finish with this world real soon
It's off to other planets to consume
Under a free sky — today on a beach in Australia—
I gathered from a white sand beach—ancient, sea-worn shells.
Another world away they gathered up
the siege-worn bodies of their children.
As I rinsed my weathered treasures—
in crystal blue, ocean waves —they were burying their innocents,
lowering them into early graves.
All around me freedom shimmered,
while they—grief stricken—had helpless tears.
Tears that shone on white, shocked cheeks.
I felt the sun warm on my skin—
while they felt the deep chill of evil—mocking them.
I think I know how precious freedom is—
while they are sure of it— as they bury their dreams
with their children.
Children they would have died for.
In the face of such callous cruelty—we feel helpless—
as helpless as they must feel.
Gulls hover above me —like thoughts—
that go out to them on freedom's wings.
This old geezer is multitalented
I'm able to talk and chew gum at the same time
Can even spit nickels while singing Moon River
Okay enough about this talented old soul
I'd like to hear what extraordinary talents you guys have
Let's keep it clean though
Little kiddies or sensitive old nannies
May have stumbled across the site
While searching for a recipe for French Canadian Pea Soup
Raunchy is permitted BUT
Only when describing the love habits
Of the Northern Hairy-Nosed Wombats of Australia
Their nose is very important to their survival
Since this creature has very poor eyesight
And needs its nose to smell food and OTHER THINGS in the dark
I have long since had that ability
Now aren't you glad you tuned in
So let me know what weird and scary talents you guys have
And I'll write a poem about it
May even get published in the quarterly edition of “Poetry Unlimited”
Ta-Ta!
"Road Kill and the 3 Fates"
Daughters of Nyx
the sisters
Stand strong together
when darkness
feigns innocence
next to the forgotten
Road Kill
Nyx becomes Themis
a memory
infiltrates the mind
prompting the true law
and order of things
Backwards towards
a beginning
Inside resides
the female Titan
somewhere winning
Collecting the threads
of each life enlightening
the golden chords copacetic
the beginning chapters
come in far too late
back to front
Road Kill and the
3 Fates
Empathetic
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
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“Gold” / Chet Faker
https://youtu.be/hi4pzKvuEQM
“At the instant of drowning
he invoked the three sisters
It was a mistake, an aberration,
to cry out for Life everlasting"
"He suffered the enormous agonies of passion
Writing poems from the end backwards,
Brushing away tears that had not yet fallen."
Rosemary Dobson, Poet. Sydney, Australia
(extract The Three Fates)
1. Moirae (Moirai)
https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/goddesses/the-morai/
2.a
Themis
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Themis
2.b
Nyx
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nyx
3.a
“The Three Fates” by Rosemary Dobson, Poet. / Analysis
https://poetryprof.com/the-three-fates/
3.b
Rosemary Dobson, Poet. Sydney/Australia.
(18 June 1920 – 27 June 2012)
https://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/dobson-rosemary
Anthology of Poems/Rosemary Dobson.
https://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/dobson-rosemary/poems
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosemary_Dobson
Tony Abbot ex minister prime you came on the net
To spoke at length, to good friends of mine. Graham
And Jhonny ‘a real friendly talk’ about
How you as a part-time fiery walked some hot
Walk. In 2018 when you helped
And that’s all good..' Where so many did lose their lives
And Homes possessions as the blazes grew' as they
Never should Brian Naylor and his wife died now he was
An anchor!! That was a man! he
Spoke true. Not a zak a dozen his thoughts
And style. And you know that too! He’d beat this drainstream
Media, by fifty country miles. And Graham
And Jhonny well i give all respect! Yet they trod sorta
Easy with you Tony.' In style But me?? Well, now i'm
Different.. I ain’t done (you bet!) yet!
Cause you know ( the story ) and the tipans
That roam, that old bush city, that satan calls
Home! Once you were destined for much better
Things yet you joined ‘that circus you ran in
The rings’ you know the skulduggery the
W e f plan. The noble reasons? I.e. genocide
Deception and even the scam, on lesser humans? Women children
And men, the old and vulnerable, just inspect your inner
Soul And see if there remains anything the devils not
Stole? Why not interview Bosi?
Adam Antic too. Turn to Malcom Roberts and the country
That nurtured the beginning of you!! Turn to the
Ringers to the cockys and such' to truckies
And Doctors. To the police who resigned
And all those WHO STOOD TOUGH! Just like Graham
And Jhonny' 'they gave about all that they
Had. (Yet couldn’t really confront you). And that’s real sad
They were concerned
At any backlash.. I reckon that now? Yet I
Will not stand on ceremony. I will push you
And how!! I ask you Tony will you
Put your cattle in the yards? Will you give out some fruit?
Shake the limbs by each bough . eat and drink out of silver
it’s not really that hard! What value gold
Against honour? Turn from the murder' about now!
Raise up a standard, for that’s by far
Your best shout!
Seek out Babet and Pauline Neil Patterson
Rod Culleton they're still about.'
And they are just a few. A whole country is willing wanting leadership
That will do.!
(it just needs more people to stand, who are – really, true blue!).
©Joe Maverick 23rd May 2024
Australia keeps burning but what are we learning?
Who cares about the kangeroos when we can still
see them at our zoos..
Koalas are cute even with burned feet but how many
koalas are you slated to meet..
Fifty million animals now dead
"it's not global warming", is still being said..
Millions of acres the fires have now reached,
people fleeing burnt homes to reside on the beach..
Too many in power, too many politicians,
choosing monetary gains over restricting carbon emissions..
Mother earth had no choice after raping her resources,
to retaliate in anger and show us her forces..
I pray for rain and a little thunder and for our friends
who reside in the "land down under".
. . . …. ….. . .
He lays his head on grass, breathing the sky
A rhapsody of hues trumpets rest day.
Blue Mountains, a lush parade like sun’s dye
Sweeping over hills wafting minted spray,
A mantle of fog drapes wedge peas up high,
While bobs roam in a space of home’s fresh ray.
Here, a man holds a gaze from wetlands call,
Inhaling lyrebird songs as wind chimes toll
Riding on colt, hooves paddle the creek floor
But clear peace is disturbed by crackling sounds
While magpies burst from trees, ready to soar
The air smells of smoke, the man quickens few rounds;
Scenes of Katoomba flames thump in mind’s core
Reminded by the burnt spread on forest mounds.
A pledge of honor to guard range of Oz
Is his code to keep wildlife from wrath’s cross
Amazed, wombats loudly screech on a hole
Teasing gums to play as they blow gray mist
A choir of mixed notes rattling like popped coal
The gorge answers with a lyrical twist,
Firefighter grins with joy in his soul
Winding sweet hours cradled and dusk-kissed.
Clouds caress his ride, graced by Mountain cruise
All is safe through music of the bush
(c)
. ……… . .
*In 2011, Blue Mountains (in Katoomba town) was threatened
by a wild blaze that was eased and controlled by a hundred
brave fire fighters of Australia. This is dedicated to the 100 rescuers
who saved this region listed as a World Heritage Area by UNESCO.
A pleasure to have visited this wonder a few years ago.
Tracie Edwards’ A Lil' Bit of Aus Contest