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Written: October 05, 2023
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Where the paradisiacal angels reside.
A myriad of creatures, ebony and betide
A dinkum dissolute and a discreet divine,
A degree of dexterity, a denizen decline
Amidst the mahatmas and zeitgeist calls,
An indweller quests for lyricism thrall.
A martyrdom route, an incubus chase,
Eristic battles in the realm of grace
A proponent of verity, a wraith of anile,
Sought to indwell the hearts of enamel.
A sip of soma, a savor of seraglio supine,
Agnostic beyond, for the geist did shine.
Destructive metempsychosis, a mortal plight,
Internal battles, seeking inspirational light.
In the realm of the departed, desolate cries
A crybaby tears, but awe-inspiring skies
Departed souls, once heartsick and heartsore,
Find solace in the trust they restore.
For in the internal depths, a spark ignites.
And as the decedents rise, their souls bear flight.
Absolve afreets, the anxiousness abides,
Embrace the beatitude; sublimity resides.
Rawness of a sentimentalist, troubadour song,
The immanence of duende is pantywaist wrong.
In the realm of the spiritual, the snarl of sin,
Is replaced by beatitude, the soul's win.
Spotless and unsullied, cleansed of all pain,
The spiritual journey is the ultimate gain.
They sully the cosmic force with opulence.
Yet, the sunny glow of bliss starts radiance.
A troll in the netherworld, forlornness abounds,
In the cognition of theosophy, the soul rebounds.
In Land of Oz a thousand feet below
was the morn on New Year’s Day,
and ‘neath a shining weightless wing
the steep sea cliffs of Botany Bay.
We taxied through old Sydney Town
with all wild expectation to come -
and when in Rome did as Romans do
and made way for the colosseum.
There it was, that grand noble edifice -
mortals did her sidewalks pound,
through those gates the arena roared
inside the Sydney Cricket Ground!
And later that balmy night wandered
after a cruel last ball Windies loss,
but ever closer drew those neon lights
in the noisy heart of King’s Cross.
Among the pushers, whores and vice
the city underbelly we did follow -
bordellos, dives, strip joints and bars
led Skeet ‘n Rich to take in a show.
At sunup the heights of Centrepoint
with its sky towering crow’s nest -
the sun and sands of Bondi to the east
and Blue Mountains in the west.
Behold Sydney Cove in Port Jackson
where soldiers and mariners sailed,
the tall ships that her garrison moored
carried convicts from Blighty jailed.
And upon pink granite cathedral walls
a new age do new virtues espouse -
its topaz curtain glass and white sails
shining on that grand Opera House
Next destination the Capital Territory
and a disappearing lake rivermouth,
over hinterland plains and gorges deep
and Snowy Mountains to the south.
Yon Canberra to the Queensland border
at the wheel of our V6 Commodore,
over “The Bridge” up the Pacific Highway
on seawatch north to Maroochydore.
To Byron Bay, Coolangatta, Surfers rode
the onya adventures of Skeet 'n Rich,
and after a thousand miles at our backs
it was a true blue hot son-of-a-bit*h!
And at journey's end up in Cotton Tree
on Aussie time we did celebrate -
struth, with a tinny and sambuca shots
we got fair dinkum pissed, mate!
Written: April 1996
By Robert (Bob) Moore (©2015)
The gun shearer has gone now, like many other things
the shearing sheds are empty, and wools no longer king
gone now like the drover, and the brumbie on the plains
but we still have the scorched brown earth, and droughts and soaking rains
The aussie language has almost gone , the things we used to say
fair dinkum sport, and ridgie didge, and hello was “G’day”
no “its your shout” “snakes in your pocket” “he’s a bonza bloke”
“Bloody oath” and “Dinky Di” and “can’t you take a joke”
no footy shorts and tshirt, an Akubra hat was neat
now its baseball caps and hoodies, and Nikies on your feet
you don’t drive a Holden car, you drive a Nissan tank
the aussie way of life is gone, you can take that to the bank
once you could walk along the street, anytime without a care
bread and milk delivered to your door, the money you’d leave there
upon the step, with empty bottles, people just walked bye
no way that you could not do that now, and you wouldn’t even try
no bangers on the barbie, with a great big piece of steak
Hoges even calls a prawn a shrimp, the Americans to placate
used to say “a barbie out the back”, but now its “al fresco”
with emu, ostrich, and crocodile, and some you may not want to know
now everything is different, but did it all go wrong
can we say that it’s just progress, and we are where we belong
multicultural, many Nations, trying to live as one
no manufacturing anymore, all of that has gone
Is it still a Western Culture here, an Anglo-celtic race
or has it changed, to something else, at a slow, unnoticed pace
there’s Catholics, Buddhists. Muslims, there’s Anglicans and Jews
in every tier of government, and controlling all the news.
So we only know what we are told, and pretend that we don’t see
what’s happening to this Country, ‘cause that’s just not PC
so soon the Lucky Country, may not be lucky anymore
and we’ll find the life which we once knew, has walked right out the door
Written: May 10, 2024
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Cosmic candor will be suitable
beyond our sight, providing insight
we sift and shift, sustaining a sanctum,
carefulness must be displayed,
as amorphous words uttered,
cosmos works in tandem,
with our intentions,
In this wild environment,
that may seem beyond repair
In wild minds, we find no concern,
each soul craves to be aware,
we should strive for calm not despair,
together, we can be substantive,
and mend anathematized minds
making us utterly magnificent.
Words seem ambivalent
yet, possess vast strength.
as any skilled poet would attest
and may usher us in archaic paths.
leading us to faraway moons
leaving us arcane
in a mesmerizing gaze,
words can exude golden honey,
but can also aureate souls,
and beleaguer afflictions,
& caterwaul time to a standstill,
whether in art or blithe nature,
we stoutly witness moments,
that urge garrulous trivial manner.
& leave dinkum impact on lives.
In that face an eon of desultory,
talk, a lifetime of anguish,
glazed over are those eyes with
diaphanous teardrops that never fall
but were swallowed as water.
Parched lips are always sealed.
Uncluttering a word to ease
torment & disconsolate,
or hope inebriated
into smithereens
and dreams ravaged
by effusive tempests;
ephemeral furrows on the brow,
those trenches in which
all previous battles were fought,
and fatuous wounds endured,
all frivolous fights are done,
let's await an ending.
I was in love with the most lovable sheila
but she did darn take off with me heeler
Overnight, she had packnd their bags
not just me dog, gone too with me scallywags
Left with just a simple note
she had found a more loving bloke
Heartbroken to have lost them all
I gave me mate Bluey a call
Together we drank more than just a slab
ending up so hammered, he had to call us a cab
As the lonely days passed and tears filled me eyes
by crikey it hit me, suddenly I came to realise
What a bloomin idiot, she deserved such love and respect
every night boozin with me mates, my true love I did neglect
I'm gunna cut out me drinkin and win her heart back
fair dinkum fella's, you can flamin bet on that!
In the land of Oz, we're all fair dinkum,
Every bloke, Sheila and Healer too.
By crikey mate, if you get us started,
You'll regret the day I guarantee you.
In bonza days some may call hard yakka,
With an esky chockers and a barbie that blares.
Strewth! I tell you even our bogans are grouse,
Where else can you find platypodes and Koala Bears?
So spend an arvo or two and don't be a bludger,
Smoke a durry and blow the froth off a few.
You'll be saying "Man, that was a bloody ripper",
So get off your dunny and tell a furphy or two!
If you're thinkin' of comin' over, but not too sure,
Just have a go, ya mug, you may just find.
The best place to go walkabout and make new friends,
But don't be a goose and leave your goon bag behind.
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We're as Aussie as "You Beaut",
We're as Aussie as the Holden ute.
We're as Aussie as a kangaroo,
We're as Aussie as we're "True Blue".
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
I agree with the saying that silence is golden.
I opine of you calmly, to your love still beholden.
You're the light that shines vividly at night.
Your fragrant flowers sate my heart with delight.
You bear my stomach to do a little dance.
As the day ends, I will hold you in a trance.
You shine akin stars and adorn the night sky.
With you in quiet and the moon up high.
You shine vividly, as stars in the black sky.
You have aesthetic breath and sky-blue eyes.
You can bestow night and thunderbolt anytime.
It wraps me up and offers me dinkum intime.
You are my Eden, my vast seas, my lofty hills.
I cherish you best in the midst of pure stills.
Written: May 16, 2023
Feeling tired, back home from work,
you missed your usual train,
the whole day was born to irk,
the events had made it plain.
Your secretary was late,
the 'phone did not stop ringing,
you could not negotiate
the deal that you were longing.
Having had lunch with a bore
you had also paid the bill,
you're as mad as a centaur
and feeling distinctly ill.
Strained and sore, home you arrive
with day's impedimenta,
sound out gravel on the drive,
you hesitate and enter.
You were the first to arise,
although you went to bed last,
and still with sleep in your eyes
you had prepared the breakfast.
You saw him off with a kiss,
handing his brolley and hat,
left alone, like a goddess
facing the single combat.
Beds are made and breakfast cleared,
washing machine is going,
through the house, carpets hoovered,
all this is done while you sing.
You have finished mundane chores
before your young child awakes.
then off to the high street stores,
at the lake play ducks-and-drakes.
Hurry back home yet again
even though your poor limbs ache
feed the cat and the Great Dane,
think of what surprise to bake.
One step, two steps and enter.
house is warm, it feels welcome;
stand stock-still in the centre,
look, everything's dinkum.
Slippers there waiting for you,
all's orderly 'cept yourself,
beyond belief but it's true
the mess has righted itself
Wife's on the sofa in shirk
lying there perfectly still,
doesn't know the meaning of work
and I guess she never will.
My House - Life
My house- life is constructed
with bricks of dignity and self esteem.
Enthusiastic emotion has erected
columns of uprightness.
Perdurable passion has completed
pearly painting.
Fortune favours through
wide window.
Destiny forces foisting glass ceiling.
Phrenetic frustrations and pococurante stagnancy
to escape through back door.
Open terrace to savour
lustrous lavender love in liberation
and dinkum dreamy desires to desseminate.
01/26/23
Brian Strand No. 1175
Contest by Brian Strand