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I see peace in the bright blue skies, in the paddocks green
In the warble from the magpies tounge in the breath of
God I come undone, in the pouring rain there are melodies
To heal hearts and fill the soul of me, I take strength from
Others of the human race' i note the joy we can embrace!
I see gold in the seashores sand; in sunbursts on rooiftops
Its vast and grand..From Kempsey down to Wangaratta
I listen to traffic on the m25 and yearn to be far from
Londons tide.' To return once more to penong and look
Over the plains, toward Perth or maybe i'd jump the train?
Take the Indy ride.. back to the Eastern States, buy some tinnies
And conjugate.? Eat Barrumundi maybe redfinToo? I'm game.'
Now I'm worn and battered.. I need home again..I need the
Drive of the Aussie folk, the strength of un-assuming women and blokes, And I know I'd slip right in..Like wool off the woolshed table
I'd be right into the bin.'
We came upon a clearing as we all started to choke
Our eyes hurting, painful, us soldier serving blokes
Pieces of black floated, sporadic burning embers passed
Hazed buildings we could see through the trees, chimneys a fast
A stench captured our senses, nothing like this war has before
As we progressed through this something, my heart skips to sore
Beyond the barbed wire fences, deadening cries filter all around
And then I see skeletal beings, it's they who make those sounds
Emaciated to thin, I've killed men before my eyes
Women, men, and children so young, it's like watching the walking die
Through the gates we go, human carcasses piled so high
The hardened in us tremble, and many of us start to cry
The strong that we meet, hold our hands and welcome us so
Leading us into some buildings, we entered, they wouldn't go
On entering we now understand, their unwillingness to follow we
It beggars belief, mans inhumanity to man, that allows this kin to grieve
Furnaces still roaring, burning bodies consumed by their heat
Do I image they were alive or dead to meet this ghastly greet
We enter another building, witnessing piles of shoes and suitcases
I've seen many a sight in this war, but never a sight such as this
The strength of me now exhausted, in wretch I'm sickened to disgust
It's plain and clear, so evident that I've witnessed murdering lust
To the air I wanting go, for their memory I'll never forget
And for the rumours that these places existed, for some will they regret
FOREWORD: I have no idea if this actually works... I’ll let you decide
TWELTH KNIGHT
If you truly love me you shall do as I ask
To demonstrate your ardour, I set for you this task
I shall not make it easy to prove your love to me
So this, Sir, is my challenge, go do it gallantly
Fetch for me a ton or two of what I like for tea
Nine trucks full of dripping will serve me perfectly
And payback for those people who used to pick on me
A dozen blokes to thrash them is satisfactory
You know those metal baths, that folk would once scrub up in
Fetch for me five small ones to do my washing up in
And when the washing up is done who’s gonna wipe the plates
It might seem rather silly but for that... eleven snakes
Vegetables should not be damp so here’s what my next wish is
Bring for me exactly four Perforated dishes
Some shaven men to trim my lawn, be sure that seven come
And two mittens the colour of the deepest darkest plum
An ancient drink called koumiss, that comes from way back when
Had honey and some milk in, so bring me eight of them
A few young men to fix my socks, better make it ten
And then bring me from Normandy three fellows, all called Den
Find some men to exercise my reindeer with their sleigh
If you accept my challenge, bring six of them my way
And finally a big old fridge you’ll have to find for me
But only if the offer is buy one and get two free.
Well It took less than a fortnight to get the challenge done
Just twelve days to finish off the task he had begun
And while he wouldn’t often read his lovers diary
She had left it open, so he’d see what he would see
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me...
Twelve drubbers drubbing
Eleven vipers wiping
Ten laddies darning
Nine loads of dripping
Eight meads with milk in
Seven shorn and strimming
Six geysers sleighing
Five old tin sinks
Four colanders
Three french Dens
Two purple gloves
And a large fridge and a pair free
Appalling.. hard not to diss the taking the piss
No not talking about the corking bliss of Travis
Bazball calling card just a scarred hubris abyss
Head’s rabid ripsnorter slaughter so rapid
Livid our boys stupid not vivid instead vapid
Fan fury wishing they will stop fishing
Hack jury dishing out flak still swishing
Go toe to toe with our oldest coldest foe
Blow by blow new low ego the worst woe
Wickets in a row..have a go free flow they all crow
Forget every aficionado all about Bazball bravado
Can hear them say no other way to play we know
Can’t teach reach each puppet that Mac did bestow
Beseech after another breach it’s the Muppet show
Boycott & Vaughan did warn along with many ex baggie greens
After the laughter at rafter of dafter scenes…still chill your beans
Really.. Stokes bespoke blokes choked were smoked...“Has Beens”!
There’s young girls and women
All frantically slimming
Perhaps they’re all seeking a mate
But blokes around here
Full of burgers and beer
Are ugly or well overweight
They wear their beer goggles
And when their mind boggles
They ask some old trout on a date
One snuck down an ally
With hideous Sally
Who offered herself on a plate
He fell off the wagon
And entered the dragon
Which meant a lot more than a date
She soon had a grumble
About that drunk fumble
‘You should have been careful... I’m late!’
That drunk was no baddie
But now he’s a daddy
He wasn’t expecting that fate
But fellas who wink
As they swig down a drink
Make dads who will soon abdicate
So put down your salad
For this is no ballad
And the blokes around here ain’t that great
No mere artist or poet can ever portray in oil or verse,
The grandeur of this great land and its people so diverse.
Never since The Founding Fathers set in motion its creation,
Has there been on all the earth a more grand and glorious nation!
Generations of valiant patriots from The Revolution to the present day,
Who placed national destiny above their own, now lie 'neath hallowed clay.
They sacrificed to preserve the precious freedoms God upon us did bestow.
So much, so very much to each of those courageous souls we owe!
Though they seldom get a word of thanks and work for meager pay,
'Tis the ordinary blokes who keep the gears running smoothly every day.
The farmer, the truck driver, the plumber, the postman who delivers mail;
Patriotic, hard working folks who carry their lunch in a beat-up dinner pail.
'Tis the land of opportunity where you can be all you aspire to be,
And enjoy the inalienable rights that The Constitution doth guarantee.
Among these the freedom of speech and the right to worship as you choose.
We are independent souls, yet can agree to disagree about our divergent views!
The pioneering spirit is alive and well in the people of this youthful nation.
We are renowned worldwide for our ingenuity and our innovation.
When it comes to being a generous people, we will not be outdone.
'Tis the people that make America great when all is said and done!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
An invite came from Buckingham Palace to sup with the queen!
What a rarefied event that will be, dining on royal cuisine!
I try to recall the many social graces taught by my Mom,
So as to breeze thro' the affair with a modicum of aplomb!
'Tis prudent to forget table manners learned in the navy,
Like using salty language and sopping my bread in the gravy!
Or tossing my tie over my shoulder or slurping the soup.
'Twould ensure icy glares and horrified gasps from that august group!
Seated, I take inventory of the tools - these do confuse,
Reckoning which of the myriad of forks and spoons I should use!
Do I begin from the inside out or from the outside in?
(I'll just wait and surreptitiously watch until the others begin!)
Is using my fingers to eat pickles, caviar and artichokes,
Acceptable even when dining with these imperial blokes?
If the duchess on my right asks for salt do I also pass pepper?
Such lapses in social amenities make me feel like a leper!
I must not use my napkin as if I'm vigorously washing my face;
That would heap upon my head the pinnacle of disgrace!
Ere I spill wine on the duke to my left, 'twas just as well,
That I awoke from my short-lived blue-blooded spell!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Alas, I did not receive an invite from the Queen - just dreaming!!!!!
CONSPRACY THEORY
You say no-one can tell you what to do;
You are not wearing a mask.
You talk about your human rights
But what about mine I ask.
Nobody’s vaccinating you;
It’s all a conspiracy.
They’ll inject a micro-chip in you
So they’ll always know where you ‘ll be.
But if you refuse to wear a mask,
And won’t have the injection,
Just keep well away from me,
I don’t want to risk infection
You say nobody landed on the moon;
It was all an elaborate hoax,
Filmed in a disused warehouse
With a couple of actor blokes.
You probably think the earth is flat
And believe the scientists lied.
So why don’t you take a trip to the edge
And throw yourself over the side?
18th December 2021
King Size Bull Crap Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Charles Messina
Sometimes we rush around far too much for sense,
in desperate persuit of pounds, shillings and pence;
no wonder that we're falling down like finished flies,
I'm outa here but I don't know about all you guys.
No pressure now since I just resigned myself to fate,
I only do modern art like a pile of bricks at the Tate;
occasionally I see Tracey Emin who did the 'unmade bed,'
it's no longer on view now, so we slept in it instead.
Thinking of a memorial for that iconic sycamore tree,
for the unenlightened, in north England, cut brutally,
perhaps a statue of Dawn French with a group of blokes,
she can no longer deliver her usual cheap sexual jokes.
We pay our respects to these memorials, disingenuous,
you pretend, procrastinate, which applies to most of us.
Chirpiwoman
is brisk and smart
And lovely strong
Where they laugh in throng
And they dance and sing
And are sometimes wrong
And you cannot outguess these sprites
of Chirpiwoman
They shine their lights
They are so sound
They have their rights
Voluptuous and round
They are sharp, hey!
What do you say?
What can you think?
Brought to the brink
in Chirpiwoman
The eager ones
Are big and bold
Ready to dance
Not quickly sold
And they will sing
Like others ring
And they’ll say amen
in Chirpiwoman
Love is a hoax
Reserved for blokes.
Reserved for blokes
In our female kingdom
Reserved for blokes
‘til the beasts grow long
Love may come true
to Chirpiwoman
Chirpiwoman
is brisk and smart
And lovely strong
Where they laugh in throng
And they dance and sing
And are sometimes wrong
And you cannot outguess these sprites
of Chirpiwoman