Long Bulldust Poems
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I look down
Upon its frosty glass
And wait
For the internals
To settle
Should I
Move northward
Into the heat
And bulldust
Humid air
And all that is
Unfair
Among
The green and black
Do I go west
Beyond the setting sun
To beaches and tracks
To walk
Before
All is said and done
Or do I tread south
Toward a gulf
And burnt out plain
Where people believe
They are more enlightened
But really
There just frightened
Turn back east
And get back into
The fray
Add my shoulder
That rugby crunch
Where old boys
And new chums
Dook it out
There is
A fifth choice
One can
Look within
To find
That
Moral direction
My heart has been torn..My mind assulted; Yet the dust it
Is settling, red dirt; black earth; almost grey bulldust.' I am
In my dreaming.' Deep yet alert.' I'm singing in tune, to the
Creak of existence's ancient harmony; Kukaburra calls out
The Goanna slithers, and I hear and see.' I see 1914 1918
The ANZACS pushed back, no more retreats;
Villers Bretonnaux.! I hear old
Morehead at Tobruck.))) No retreat he stressed though we
Die where we stand! This, the former headteacher Would teach rommel.! About defeat, and 'claus schwab?'
And old gorged psoriasis.' They remember.. Well they knew !
Axis powers defeated, by a strong
Army full of ingenuity ' i see migrant boat waves, coming in
Yet they got stopped.! The W E F did not like that one bit.'
A country that saw to its own best interests first.? And
Africa oxymoronically.) is next on the list.' This to them
Was insufferable.! Fast forward to the planned-demic
2019 covid 19.? W H O.' got real sick in 2019..? The door was
Going to open on egregious; sadistic; house arrest; they
Wanted to make an example, to humanity.' Here are the
Famous independant Aussies.' Melbourne forced into a
Stagnational state.' This is what happened to you Australia.'
You were to be broken.' Because of your independant spirit
And the distance that supported you.' a special effort was made'
For you might become contagious? and inspiring; to the whole
World.' WAKE UP AUSTRALIA..' Stand and defend.!
“The Lost Daughter”
Thursday walked through the doors on a Tuesday
She sat in the Waiting Room,
the place smelled too sterile,
Antiseptic wash,
rank clean with soaps of fine lyes
no rugs to sweep bulldust under
such shiny spotless floors,
All open doors
Effective, efficient,
cold and distant
No blow flies
Time ticking raw.
Saturday was far away
Learning about "policy"
and how to "fairly" play,
walking down bustling University Halls
shining bright sun,
traversing all manners of shade
The Lost Daughter
looked in the bathroom mirror
Hazel Green eyes double take
she did gaze
Occasionally she heard Thursday calling her name
She turned on the faucets,
washed her hands,
singing a song about
"A Brand New Day"
turned her back to better things, and
swiftly walked out the swinging door
into the fray.
The Lost Daughter
left on a Saturday
She watched 3
dreams slip away
How to communicate
all that she wanted to say
Love was all she possessed
THE biggest gift,
to leave on their pillows
She blew them her kiss
an imprint on small brains
Like "Wind in the Willows"
“Take my hand”, He said,
“no need to worry, although it's too soon,
we will work out a way”.
“You’re up next,” the matron relayed, “let’s get you ready”.
The Lost Daughter sucked in the Aether and breathed. She replied,
“Bring it on, I’m game”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
For K, M, & G x
"A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path." Agatha Christie
"Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children."
William Makepeace Thackeray
"Sonnet III", William Shakespeare