Long Cobber Poems

I was asked to read some poetry down at an old folks home,
Where they'd lost need for toothbrushes, and naturally a comb,
That is the blokes of course, who are gummy, stooped and bald, 
And closing...

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Dropped out of whap five, hyperdrive is fried and so am I. Cruised through
a seven eleven, picked up some goodies for me mates. Bottle of Jack Daniels
Black for me British mate Paul Beadnall, lovely coconuts...

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The Long Drought

A raging drought is running, causing pain
Beneath the scorching sun, the barren plain
The river’s gone, she’s ceased her mighty flow
And bushland trees no longer thrive nor grow

The dams are low and dry, it...

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Our internet freedoms
Say quotes?
Say Facebook pokes?
Say avatar Say hashtag,
My computer handbag?
Or smishing, dishing or instant phishing?

Our musical freedoms
Say princess of pop?
Say queen of hip hop?
The king of orgasmic rock
Who got writer’s block?
Or the Fab four,...

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	Carol Brown
Contest Name
	Bunny Rabbits 

Bunnys down here are a winning,
lissa virus, keeps a killing ,
man made by the blest,
to kill off this pest,
free food in the great depression,   

old soldiers lived on bunny,
but...

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under this southern sky we all should adore
for this land has never burned with any war.

our life has always been one that is free
free from dictatorship...free from tyranny.

under the southern cross we show our true...

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Kokoda ‘s Doc Vernon

Doctor Vernon in 1942 was in New Guinea  green,
He had been there looking after the native people,
A civilian went with the 39th Militia battalion, was seen,
A hundred at a time, sent...

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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...

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Florida is definitely in the USA 
I’m kinda worried because Milt will soon be on his way
I found a map and studied it and found a ‘Melbourne’ there
I hope he gets the right plane or...

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Mute Mutterings
Of Carolyns Confessions Bartender... 
Pistol packing momma lay that pistol down, 
as the old song goes:) 
sounds like the probby was suitably addressed, 
bullet in kneecap, just a little perplexed, 
back in ya corner...

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I have a couple of internet Friends in Australia
We like to joke around some, so I wrote them this,
To the tune of "Talk To The Animals"  (Dr. Dolittle)


If I could talk to the Aussies
just...

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Cobber from the bush.

We had the Rockers  an the Surfies
Crazy wild buggers true,
I was walking down the street ,
An they said “what are you ?”

I said “I’m a Bushie, don’t be pushy
Or you’ll smell...

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I remember a group of little ones
Playing in the sun having fun
Each one a mate and a cobber true
All having a say in what we’d do

We grew to care for each other specially
Inseparable together laughing...

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His long cane pole limber and perfect,
Patiently waiting, his eye on the bobber
For his prey, he has the utmost respect,
The big fish almost becoming his cobber.
He’d seen it swim among the rocks alone
Unmindful of its...

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It was a bright cold sunny morning
The mist lifted without warning
As we walked through the cemetery gate
It had been nearly a hundred years wait

Outside of the Ieper Menin Gate
We had come to honour you, mate
About...

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John’s Limerick
a touch of the animal,
a sweet refraim,
animal magnetism at it again,
power to you lad, keep up your end,
love them ladies, be my friend!
love it cobber, John.

Russell
 cute distraction of the day,
with an angel oh...

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Mountains are higher than the plains;
Plainly seen are the distance and present skies;
Skiing those things than presently seen;
Peaks the visage horizon stains;
~
Oceans seas sink the table water streams;
Streaming is the voltage reefs;
Cave caverns distance beams;
Cobber...

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Crikey

The fires are burning out of control
All hands on the pumps
Let’s Rock and Roll
Crikey was the Fireman’s name
And putting out fires was his game
He was here, there and everywhere
Crikey was a cobber, a friend and
Most...

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Edsel car, Bobs  poem,

Heard of em, 
but never bloody saw a one,
sort of bloody albatross,
a Goonie bird a walking,
flap n flop and sometimes drop,
as the Yanks did say from Gaum ....

got sidetracked hey,
on ya...

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