Long Billabong Poems
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The trail was thick with bities and the billabong was high
me mates were all a yabbering 'bout the price of meat
The cavvy horses trotted right on course, nothing seemed awry
the jiger boss yelled "Buckeroos! git that stray dogie to teat!"
Old Bluey barks to say G'Day as he helps the boys to muster
all the new calves to the bank, away from the duffers.
A camp fire smokes and Cookie clucks wrapped up in his duster
as Hoodlum sits a peeling spuds dreaming of his mother.
The suns gone down like a gob smacked floozie behind the range.
At last, it seems, we're ending another dusty day.
The night hawks giddyuped, there are bedrolls amongst the sage,
yet were' not within a cooee of the end of an Aussie's play.
Destinations, unconventional beings futuristic designs, some may deem them gods in the making......
Perfect in all forms, being the impendiment perfection is non existent .
Blink twice , bite your tongue realise the water drops dropping after every second.......tick tock! tick tock! Zhing Zhong! Billabong! Inner thoughts .....contemplate deeply about this journey.
When you make it to the other side son of soil, give the seeds back to the Mother Land! Run the race like your feet were made of steel, the ones left behind deserve a teaching.
Love must reside in that deceiving cave , the chapter of your soul, this fight is one that determines the quality of your bread , the strength of your harvest , the intention of your touch.....you a magnificent, you are an Android , the apple of our Nokiad generation , you are the fate climate cannot even escape you are the future!
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"Black Cockatoo"
I was white
as pure snow cotton
thread through the eye of God's needle
Black
he was,
not Egyptian, more ancient
he walked
in the Dreamtime
with the forgotten people
obsidian
We swam the
well known swan song
like a diamond river snake long
Swimming naked in a billabong
Light I was, white watching black
He shone, glistening a white freshwater pearl smile
He wrote the song
in Ochre, eyes black ink
slow lines feather light fingers along
the curves of my body
powder white
painted against his shadow
our hands
entwined together
against a grey granite wall
native bush plum ripe
on my raised lips
I stroked white lines
against his walk about hot fire opal skin
lost in the Dreamtime
somewhere found
metronoming
black fingers
stroking a ghost white heart
language running lost in meaning
along a lush sweet breast those fingers ran
towards the long legged
cross road torn apart
emu running
evoking
bushfire burning
lizard tale fingers shorthand painting
scorching the place where
the creek born runs
spits paint all over
charcoal stone heart
a wall beckons
a throat to flow like a river
where the words are trapped
and damned,
he stands
I have delivered
the ransom
caged minds in silence
speak and glow
hard lips kiss
Tongues speak
Love knows
Black Cockatoo Sings
White girl
walking Black Mountain
lost in the Never Return
In the Demons' Land
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
They were gathered round the billabong
to try to work things out
but all that was being emitted was
a right Caxton of sounds
All were jabber, jabber
and some pushing going on
jostling each other for space
none wanting to be left out
At last the wallaby said
whoa, stop I say STOP
and quiet finally fell
Lets give the chair to cockatoo
He can perch up high
from where he can
keep things moving
so watch for his signal
Cockatoo opened the meeting
and first called on Dingo
you get everywhere Dingo
what have you heard?
Dingo says I heard the humans
they are going to cut down
the blue ridge forest
and build many houses there
That can not happen
it is our home
we will have to work together
if we band we can delay their work
So the animals agreed on a plan
the big animals would sit in the roads
slowing the trucks down
While the monkeys would hide their tools
Snakes would wrap their bodies
around the marked trees
while the birds and parrots
the workers they would bomb
All this drove the foreman to despair
the work fell further and further behind
We could build netted fences
but that only stops the large animals
The Wet will be on us
in less than a month
if the land is still un-cleared
all work will come to a stop
I think we need to reconsider
and turn the Blue Ridge mountains
into a reserve for them all
there are plenty of other places
Where we can build
that do not have many animals
lets leave them the ridges
then we and our children
Will have a sanctuary
to come and watch these fighters
they have shown us the errors
not all land should be built on
At the next meeting
Dingo told them you are safe
your homes will be left untouched
all we all have to do is show our faces
Pose for the odd photo
amuse with a few tricks
and in return
we can live in peace
As the sun rises over the Billabong
Life began to flow in the dawn of the morning
Crocodiles snaps at its morning food
Large fish swim for their lives
Mosquitoes are in the millions
Swarming all in your face
Camp fires are lit all over the place
People are preparing their morning breakfast
Getting ready for their high pace trip
Not a moment to waste tasting their food
To begin to move with a healthy pace
The Billabong gives up its water
to every living to crunch their thirst
The birds, the crocodile, the mosquitoes
The people must drank to fill their thirst
Not one moment wasted, they move at super pace
The Billabong curbs and run at a fast pace
Watering the land and sand
And everything it can
The drought is coming and thirst will begin
Not one but all will taste its call.
"The Padded Soft Cell"
Here they cover their mirrors
with garlands of poésies
to stop billabong reflections
pooling through
the inmates
congratulate each other
walking in slow dervish circles
Boston-two-stepping backwards ecstatic rituals
Anti-clockwise,
I told them to change channels
when words become mute
and mummify themselves
in the gadaidja’s
interminably
terminally blessed loud
soapbox sermon music
they b**ched their chomping bits
about it all for a while
I suggested with a pleasant smile
keep on their side of the shine
twisting their own twine
regulated patients,
disgraced and racing
chasing love, love chasing
all intrepid actors underexposed pacing
sometimes we smile here
within our padded soft cells
if the ghosts we read through walls
entertain us from their wells
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Films" (Remastered 2009)/ Gary Numan
https://youtu.be/6HbIGk6zH_k
Move over Matilda… Waltz with Galinda.
There’s a new Aussie bush ballad in town! Introducing Waltzing Galinda — a cheeky, heartwarming tribute to Aussie folklore, with a twist! Starring a mischievous quokka, a sparkly snail named Galinda, and a trooper koala riding an emu, this is my playful reimagining of the classic Waltzing Matilda — packed with native animals, bush slang, and outback charm.
Perfect for kids, adults, and anyone who loves a good laugh with a bit of Aussie flavour.
Hope it brings a smile to your face.
Waltzing Galinda ~ the Lyrics
There was a sneaky Quokka camped beside a billabong
Under the shade of a Stringy bark tree
And he sang as he watched waiting till his kettle boiled
“You’ll go a-waltzing Galinda with me”
Waltzing Galinda, waltzing Galinda
You’ll go a-waltzing Galinda with me
And he sang as he watched waiting till his kettle boiled
“You’ll go a-waltzing Galinda with me”
Down came Galinda all sparkly and sassy
Followed by her children, one, two and three
Quiet sat the Quokka, pouch open and ready
“You’ll come a-scooting and munching with me!”
Scooting and munching, scooting and munching
who’ll come a-scooting and munching with me!
And he twirled with a giggle, all fluffy and jolly
“You’ll come a-scooting and munching with me!”
Up rode the Trooper, a-huffin’ and a puffin'
Hat on his brow and boots to his knee
“What’s that you’ve got stashed in your tuckerbag
“You’ll come a-waltzing to the jail with me!”
Waltzing Galinda, waltzing Galinda
Caught by the billabong under the tree
and his voice still lingers, listen very closely
“You’ll come a-waltzing Galinda with me!”
Waltzing Galinda, waltzing Galinda
Caught by the billabong under the tree
and his voice still lingers, listen very closely
“You’ll come a-waltzing Galinda with me!”
Waltzing Galinda, waltzing Galinda
Caught by the billabong under the tree
and his voice still lingers, listen very closely
“You’ll come a-waltzing Galinda with me!”
If the river wends its way on a path so very long,
and it can't make up its mind, just meandering along,
then a monsoon from the west blows the rains in hard and strong,
and the water's backing up till it's flatly flowing wrong,
and makes a lake where none was there to form a billabong…
When morning's interrupted by the kookaburra's song,
which echoes oh so merrily, like laughter from the throng,
as the rainbow eucalyptus flaunts its dazzling sarong,
and your cellphone has no bars, do you know where you belong?
A Kookaburra laughing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jW7A2glZbk
Yes, we do share our dreams,
of course we leave out the inadmissible,
the dark alcoves and the flying monkeys.
At breakfast I scratch in a notebook,
doodle questions like
why I feel a duck-billed platypus
is still nibbling my brain?
I remember then the billabong and the ‘jolly swagman’
all of whom party-crashed my REM-sleep.
I ask: did you dream in the night dear?
“Flamingo” she says tersely
as if I were prying too deep.
After a pause,
“You ran over my pet flamingo
with that big stupid truck of yours.”
I thoughtfully buttered some toast.
“It was the flying monkey’s”
I reply weakly.
It's enough to make one chunder
there used to be a time Down Under
when fair dinkum the label on the tucker tin
only stated the true blue maker's name
and the Vegemite we'd eat for brekkie contained therein
while not a porky implied mate there's something to hide
with a shonky no responsibility disclaimer
I’m spewin’ cranky as today's focus is on what's not inside
no GMO cholesterol additives gluten calories caffeine nuts
no added colouring sugar preservatives
no artificial sweeteners monounsaturated
no polyunsaturated &/or trans fats
and bloody oath cobber that's not all as I recall
no worries tho' there's also low sodium
not whingeing but one wonders if it's a dodgy admission
there's no bonzer thingo within such as ace nutrition
meanwhile I'll fill my billycan from yon billabong
surrounded by a few emu and a roo or two
as up a gum tree the kookaburra laughingly looks on
there's nothing more I can do so may as well
bung another shrimp on the barbie blow the froth off a few
have one last blast on me didgeridoo Blue and shoot through