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In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
there are seven birds that I often get to see
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
A Whipbird crack through ti-tree scrub,
a Lyrebird echo from Cascade Creek,
Red Browed Finch on the sword grass heads,
I’m watching close a Ground Thrush sneak.
Black Cockies feed on Blackwood wattle,
in heath Blue Wrens are a family,
Yellow Robins perch on a paperbark trunk
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
are seven mammals sometimes I get to see,
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
Echidnas forage in wood or litter
Wallabies graze on grass and weeds,
a burrowing wombat sleeps all day;
high in a manna gum, a Koala feeds.
Sugar Gliders doze in a hollow log,
like Ring-tail Possums in a high ti-tree.
A Bandicoot scarps through the undergrowth
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
in Cascade Creek sometimes I get to see,
as I look at the water in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
Flowing over sand, fishbone fern as cover,
lurk Blackfish and the Gippsland Cray.
Brown trout forage in the hiding place
where Mountain Galaxias are their prey.
In Cascade Creek; well the Platypus play,
in long deep holes, but are rare to see.
There’s Short Finned Eel, Yabbies and Shrimp,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
are a few reptiles I sometimes get to see,
if I look down at my feet in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
There are Blue Tongue Lizards and Three Lined Skinks;
Goanna’s up a tree and the Tiger Snake.
There’s Copperheads or Red-bellied Black,
and treading on snakes is a big mistake.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
Growling Grass Frogs watch from water grass,
And the ‘pobblebonk’ croak is an Eastern Banjo,
in a swampy pool as I walk on past.
Skippers float over the canopy blooms;
Mosquito, March Fly, Bush Fly blight;
Jezebel Caterpillars feed on mistletoe;
Stag Beetles hover in the fading light.
In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
on walking tracks there is much to see,
where I’m just a link that don’t belong,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.
Autumn In The Air - Hooray
Respite from punishing
heat wave - yay
which above line,
could "speak" volumes,
and be a stand alone poem
offering readers
a reprieve nsync
whence roasting, sultry,
and torpid unpleasant
weather since yesterday
boot such brevity,
would disallow
me to extemporize,
but more importantly today
this intrepid word
smith doth "say,"
he would never
wanna miss trodding,
the formerly (golden
in their heyday now sketchy),
sections of said roadway,
now where digital electronic
rustily hinged, abandoned,
and gated haunting quay
a throwback, when
private manned schooners
(shaped like a beer stein),
perhaps headed to Uruguay
could ply outlying
waters of cyberspace,
why... just yesterday
when my troubles
did not seem so far away
versus this present opportunity
to risk live and limb
(and Kong like wrath
of my reed ding fans)
while getting way
laid "traveling as
Wilburys soul survivor
foreign ancient groupie,"
the dangerous, derelict, and dicey
dubiously dotting dilapidated,
dark corners information
super high way,
thus yours truly
doth not heed,
but flaunts like some cray
zee (NOT RICH, NOR ASIAN),
but rather some gray
beard (grizzled), curmudgeon
figuratively gnarled, toothless,
and weatherbeaten lackaday
lay about good for nothing
mellow flew wuss depraved
('cept mebbe "robbing"
precious and special time
of some bachelor
farmer from Norway)
all the above
essentially wrote for naught
merely (as diversion) to comment,
how this September day wrought
ascent o' fought
(a scent oh aught) tum caught
me wear'n a corduroy
long sleeve shirt since...aye taut
a "FAKE" hungry
Grimm gimlet eyed trumpeting lout,
germane Don apprenticed
how to become cannibalizing
(without accountability) fuhrer,
(and lastly rendering enemies
into sweet tasting sauerkraut),
this while learning das dialect
(tickle) Matt speak,
(which took me a lifetime),
this preceding the
quirky invention of the umlaut!
When I get tired of the concrete and tar
there’s a place I can go, and not travel far,
that hasn’t been touched by progress at all;
nature stands still beneath gums growing tall.
And in amongst shadows with sprinkled light,
there’s rippling water and birds taking flight,
a sprinkling of colour amongst shades of green,
there’s burrows and scratching where something has been.
So I give you a picture of Billycan Creek
where flora and fauna are all quite unique,
and nothing is spoilt where I sit on a log
with my video camera and terrier dog.
A single stem orchid stands better than stark
with a deep purple flower that closes at dark,
and a coprosma tree with red berries quite sweet
is a pleasure to find with its bounty a treat.
In mistletoe weeping from a host in disguise
I video drifting jezebel butterflies,
and sitellas who cling to an old stringybark,
then high on a limb…the nest of a mudlark.
So I give you a picture of Billycan Creek
where flora and fauna are all quite unique,
and my camera is ready, with eyes like a hawk
where now with my dog on a casual walk.
Here the undulate water it constantly flows,
diverting ‘round logs and where overhang grows,
a haven’s provided for what could be prey
and in the shallows there’s a freshwater cray.
Some red brow firetails flit down for a drink,
there’s a burrow that’s new with no reason to think,
for a wombat has scratched out a hole and a mound;
but a wombat’s nocturnal who lives underground.
So I give you a picture of Billycan Creek
where flora and fauna are all quite unique,
and I’ve only a second to capture a scene,
so my camera is ready to help me convene.
The scent of boronia hangs heavy and strong,
lances of grass trees are a seed clustered prong,
white ants have covered an old stump with mud,
and Christmas bush bracts are now starting to bud.
On a hazel bush branch a grey fantail sits prone
in a nest made of cobwebs, to a tapering cone,
and a chattering chough tells me that I don’t belong,
now my camera has died so I can’t say it’s wrong…
So my battery is flat and I’m back at the log
with a film full of nature, and my terrier dog,
and you’ve read my picture of Billycan Creek
where flora and fauna are all quite unique.
©2011 Lindsay Laurie
Bewitched with irri-
tating glows,they ransacks the
purse and 'ijawo'; those rats!
Breaking news;
The Headline: "3 husky rats
ransacking the purse of the nation."
The news: As noted in the
headline of today's consciousness-leaking
news. We'll have to say this with
Annointed regret that 3 hoodlums
With pointed teeths had just robbed
the nation of a frugal amount
of papers. Hence, the federal
government had just concluded to
Deep their anxious hands into the
weeping purse of the nation,with regards to
buying a distilled insecticide
to eliminate the husky hoodlums.
Hence,the federal government has
taken '4 billion naira' to carry out
this operation,respecting the uninterested
interest
of the masses. Here is the news.
N.T.A 7:00pm. Deola......"
Prophesy has come to
pass. 'Ekule Ole' and cray fish
not worth than #5,000. When
mingled and moistured can
conspicously carry out the opera-
tion successfully. Then why
'4 billion naira?'- won't accept this
offer if to me offered.
Such amount for rats?........
Hmmm....these rats!
Who are these rats?-
Rats with two hands,two
eyes,two legs,a nose.
Rat whose glottis is active.
Full of themselves,claiming rights
Graced with deceptive life swimming
and vividly drown in ocean of lies.
These rats!
Leaves their abode at
mid-day,travels to other
forests to hunt riches.
Hunt?..... No!, squander the
riches they've gotten from
the purse of their masters- suffering
masters.
After showcasing their wealth
In those forest. Then,they'll
saunter back into
the waiting cupboard and steal
'Meats from pots', 'Eat some part of
the bread- they're already satisfied'.
They'll resume their usuall relay.
And return the same circle.
Maybe you know those rats.
Those rats on Agbada-mehn!
Driving luxurious jeeps,living
in braw duplexes bewitched with
fumming air conditioners.
Those rats that are always hungry-
contending for post and Ranks.
Buying different PARTS for their
Draining CARS.
Hope you know these rats.
I think we truly need to
eliminate these RATS with
Iron insecticides,pushing them
into the ocean of remonstration
and patriotic regrets. Those
RATS should go through those famished
Bullets!.
Or what do you think?
Hmmm.....these rats!
17:01:09:13:11
H-E-L-P!!! N-e-e-d s-o-m-e b-o-d-y!!!...
Spouse booby trapped husband!!!
Homicide courtesy munch
house zen by proxy
immediately suspected hunch
police, K9 corps, and ambulance
nearly lost their lunch crossing over divide
yellow crime tape
cordoned off homicide
booted feet did poetically crunch
while leashes untangled,
viz braided bunch.
Law enforcement officers i.e. they
Perkiomen Township precinct tidy
as... executive attache
case headed by narcotics
mod squad trooper Amelie
Beth knew address of scrivener brother
immediately quaffed mouthful Schuylkill
downing requisite with "FAKE" sedative cray
zee that seems giving
judicious punch to allay
time and again marital altercations daresay
put Schwenksville neighborhood
under immediate lockdown
Bay of Pigs in comparison childsplay
summoned rookies re:
instant karma coldplay
witnessed unusual display
officers, paramedics, and trained
German shepherds on faux pas did pray
(canines formerly under religious sway
nsync with neutered saint Matthew Scott
sacred church fathers and mothers
panglossian benevolence ne'er betray
loved spouting doggerel pay
Canis lupus familiaris obeissance
oh... I got scent tum mental anyway
kit and caboodle - women in blue,
plus aforementioned cod ray
regarding medical technicians
braced themselves steely, fiery, burly,...
former career recruits, thus okay
toughened courtesy green beret
fearless motley crew did sashay
gingerly, nimbly, softly... treading listening
faintly hearing sauntered without delay,
whence plaintive bent down on haunches
analogous to plie (plea yea)
including dogs ready to spring,
where overly curious inquisitive nee
bores asked to take selfie oy vey
afterwards quickly made bee line
discerning most strategic way
to enter apartment and rescue
a scene no stranger Giacomo Casanova,
to Rabelais, or Marquis de Sade
chaos theory put thru paces
mind boggling utter disarray
courtesy the missus
floor to ceiling clutter, perhaps soiree
gone awry with personal paraphernalia
strewn helter skelter hodge podge
bajillion potential accidents away
one misstep to temper and disable
garden variety trumpeting popinjay.
Dear Lil sister. .
Hey pretty girl how you doing these days. How's life treating ya, hope it
hasn't been to cray. I noticed you were down, well how bout u talk to me. I
just wanna uplift ya, see you become who you were born to be. I know your
life has been crazy, Lord knows it to. But all those trials and tribulations
they won't break you. I know you hate that man from your past for touching
you the wrong way, you never told no one n it bothers you to dis day. It
created a dark cloud that covered your heart, now you have trust issues
can't tell the enemies apart. Night after night you pray to God for a fresh
start. Low self esteem, but baby your a work of art. Yeah i know you was
sad growing up without a father. As the years go by life seems to get harder.
I know you wanted that affection, the love you deserve as a daughter. Moma
tried her best but some things sh couldn't have taught ya. I know you wish he
told you, how beautiful you are over n over again. How all of your power
cums from deep within. Those weren't the cards you were dealt so you seek
refuge in other men. Trying to fill that void that has always been missing.
Now your in a situation and too scared to leave cause you think to yourself
nobody will ever love me for me. Countiuosly talking to yourself, and crying
secretly. But baby girl that's a lie I say differently. Your a daughter of a king,
so that makes you a princess. Your father hates to see you cry, that's why he
wants to give you his best. You are heirs of royalty don't u ever forget it. You
ARE victorious let me hear you admit it. Please baby girl don't be another
statistic this world wants to see down, so handle your business. Never follow
the crowd honey be independent. Cause when those checks come in, they'll
have a lot of digits. Always remember to remind yourself how beautiful you
are.I don’t care if your tall, short, white, black or covered in scars. Being
beautiful starts from the heart, so love yourself first. And always know that
the best comes after the worst. Hang in there hun, I know life's a twister. But
you can always count on me. Sincerely your big sister.
Please don’t blame the automatic weapon
that synagogue killed me, tragically,
the other day
The hands which held it
are Second Amendment clean —
Gunpowder washed in crimson water
of dogma purity
I was just the latest recipient
of an over-the-counter, scarlet backorder
Which came with a limited scope range
death warranty: Multiple kill shot guaranteed
So pistol please, don’t fire scattered aspersions
at the sacred bear arms ground of innocent gunplay
Judgmental splattered tones
always try to open fire and spit spray fault
in a bullet hale of invective trigger rain
To cover misconstrued issues
over fresh, bystander corpse bloodstains
It’s just eulogy plain dirt wrong,
to give credence to indignant moans
berating innocent gunplay
I wish somebody six-feet above
could control
this outrageous, gun burst cry of
emotional criticism
Knee jerks got no ex-caliber love —
Glamorous magazine
affinity for kinetic pellets thereof
Bear arms pawns like me want more
Camelot night undertakers,
wearing grizzly gravedigger gloves
My only tear grievous cardinal sin,
(of fearful last rites)
was that I wasn’t gat blast packing
to give a gun battle fight
I was just good target practice
for some gun-toting holster devotee
Us untimely death mismatches
got smoking barrel burned
On this, we can collaterally all agree
That poor, inanimate weapon
was simply an unsuspecting vessel,
used in a grisly altar sacrifice
Ricochet oath bound
to help a hot metal head
exercise their inalienable right
to take a life
Don’t muzzle blame that clean weaponry please ...
or the washed Pilate hand
that calmly palm pulled the deadly squeeze
This is just the roulette wheel price
which every American Idle breathing body
gotta rolling barrel, lottery chance take
Winners get their engraved names
obit posted,
without any undue process
yellow tape delay
And this I must say
with deadly seriousness —
We of the speeding spherical fallen,
slain by the blessed cray cray ...
be fatal fatality souls
Those bullet-hailed as revered victims
of the hated, innocent gunplay
Cry into my eyes...hear my goodbyes
Practically reduced to your intricate lies
You sound so beautiful and frankly, I find you dreadful
Letting out your cries that are oh so pitiful...wonderful...
Much like you,
You act so cool
Cool it off too
I'm such a fool
For loving you always...ah, always
You are fulfilling my nights and days
Fake wise men or obnoxious preachers these days drive me cray-cray
I must say, I'm havin' my way today
Cry into my eyes...
Galaxies of glory
Can get a lot gory
Than usual...no lies...
Cry into my eyes
Let me give you my sympathies
He empathizes at last
Let me leave behind my past
You're my future and present
But, first, sorry...let me repent
For all I've done...
Please forgive me
Cry into my eyes, Jesus Christ
I exist in a million lists...frankly, frustrated and so darn pissed
Don't you hiss at me, you're the one that sacrificed...
Yourself for the sake of saving me from the mourning mist
God's auras
Blurs away the flaws
You're all colors -
Some don't blend at all - everyone is saying their awww's
I'm God's chosen one
I get anxiety and then...
I drop my pen...it's fun...
To write over and over again
Simplicity is so simple...simple...
It's like a slight flicker of a dimple
Trees of hallowness curl their branches toward me
The roots of its existence plunged inside me, you see?
Nourish the countless seeds
Of wet-drenched weeds
Pluck the rose pedals of trust -
Those were the lies that descended from the crust
Hear His Word
Love His Word
Lost sheep weep
We wander so deep
So deep, yet others roam to steep
Wondering when I can sleep
See His angels
Obliterate remaining devils
The blind can see
The deaf can hear
But, do they see
My silent tears, I fear
I hold dear my childlike cheer
I fear not the worst
Hope that love from above is near
Lights of the world aren't cursed,
But rehearsed
Over and over again
Cry into my eyes -
Got slayed
I was driving down Webb road, with the thoughts I’ve had all week,
And that is upon the crayfish that I net in Shady Creek,
Webb road is not a long one, but it’s narrow and it winds,
And scrub that’s clinging to the edge is thick and often blinds.
That’s why I guess a cat is squashed upon the edging of the road,
Because pedestrians don’t stand a chance with cars in travelling mode
Where they fly around the corners at a speed that’s way too fast,
But who cares about a flattened cat when they are driving past.
When I parked me car beside the bridge, with the Shady flowing under,
I thought about the lifeless cat, and how I could have made a blunder,
The bait I have is mainly bone, with bits of meat to lure me prey,
When knowing that the meat of cats, is loved better by a cray.
I laid me nets out on the grass, while in me mind there is debate,
Should I use the bones or take a drive, and grab the better bait.
It will take a short ten minutes; therefore the cat will bear the load,
So I’m changing gears back in me car, when driving down Webb road.
With the cat upon me mind, and driving past a farmers home,
The last thing that I expected was a rooster on the roam,
I felt the bird go underneath, and through my mirror at the rear,
All I could see was flying feathers and the Rooster on its ear.
That buggered up me day alright, I’m fishing on this farmer’s place,
He’ll probably mention ‘shot gun’ when I tell him face to face,
So apprehensively I tapped his door and when he stood in front of me,
I said “I’ve got news you will not like. Your rooster’s a fatality”.
He stared at me with misty eyes; I thought he found it hard to face it,
So I shrugged me shoulders and I said, “Look, allow me to replace it”.
I was nervous waiting his response, and then he threw me right off track…
When he shrugged and answered, “Suit yourself. The chooks are ‘round the back”.
He loved to cast a line and lay
crab pots off the rocks down the bay.
I would tag along for the ride
and hope Tangaroa bless the tide
givin’ up its catch of the day
So the fish whisperer did call
on the sea god for a good haul.
But would say at fishin’ I suck
and complain I brought him bad luck
cos we always caught sweet f-all
He said to me “Skeet, have no fear
and I’ll catch one for you I swear”.
Out of his tackle box he took
his line and his bait and his hook
but what I needed was a beer
We cast our lines over the side
and waited there for a wild ride.
Bites were few yet fewer than some
but our whisperin’ catch had come
with the wind and gone with the tide
Turnin’ he snarled at me and said
“catchin’ fish ain’t the point, dickhead”.
Well bugger me! I thought it was
and cracked another cold one cos
we showed up but the fish had fled
He’d feel the spindrift on his face
and away it would his blues chase.
Pulled by the tides of time and sea
it was all just a lark to me
but for him was a sacred place
There’d be no fish or crab or cray
or tales of ones that got away.
Instead in our fishermen’s curse
we’d contemplate the megaverse
by the sandstone cliffs of Browns Bay
He had fished up and down this coast
but this old haunt he fished the most.
At ebb and flow without a care
I could see what pull drew him here
but in his haunt now haunts his ghost
Written: May 2025
Dedicated to Craig Bowden
1960 ~ 2021
Photo above is the northern point at
Browns Bay on the northern beaches
of East Coast Bays in New Zealand.
Tangaroa is the Maori god of the sea.