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The Walk part 1
Tired of it all
The bottle empty did fall
On the third floor
I looked out
Skeptical
Of the distance
Fatal or just painful?
I have had enough pain
Looking out, it began
To rain
For my final walk
I took an umbrella
I was that kinda fella
Strolling down the avenues and streets
The bridge called Freedom nearing my weary feet
I walked up and halfway across
Looking at the darkness swirling in my head
The river I am sure would consume me dead
So I jumped
The Bridge part 2
Over to the side, as a car flashed by
Why that was close, close to die
As I stared down the murky river black
I decided not now
I will walk on back
On the avenue called Destiny
A robber jumped out
Your money or your life! He cried
I had left my wallet at home you see
Not thinking an identity would matter much to me
The robber seemed to disbelieve
As the gunshot rang out
I fell on top of my own irony
So I jumped
A love story in iambic tetrameter.
Don't be afraid, please have some guts,
write a poem 'bout coconuts.
Though they are big, round, and hairy
they're not so bad, not so scary.
The water's healthy, keeps you well,
just gotta suck it out the shell.
Go have a party, celebrate,
then use one to set up a date.
Send a long drink to a fella,
with a sparkler and umbrella.
Watch him sip nectar through that straw,
lovers, not friends, strangers no more.
Use the meat to make a curry
a tasty dish made in a hurry;
shrimp, or mutton, or fish or goat
so, so, good, it'll float his boat.
In fact, prepare it for your date
the perfect dish, he'll think you're great.
He knows for him you'll go through hell
to get the flesh out of the shell.
Your food's not dull, no spaghetti,
open nuts with your machete.
Don't even have to make a move
your intense love for him to prove.
Pretty quickly, no ifs, no buts,
he'll propose. He loves coconuts!
ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF COUNTRY
“We acknowledge the Traditional Owners and Custodians of the lands on which we work and pay our respects to Indigenous Elders past, present and emerging. Sovereignty has never been ceded. It always was and always will be, Aboriginal land.
We recognise the past atrocities against Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples of this land and that Australia was founded on the genocide and dispossession of First Nations people. We acknowledge that colonial structures and policies remain in place today and recognise the ongoing struggles of First Nations people in dismantling those structures. The struggle to seek justice, to remember and address this nation’s past is ongoing and is a necessary requirement for individual and collective healing process.
We support the Uluru Statement from the Heart to achieve justice, recognition and respect for First Nations people and a referendum to enshrine a First Nations Voice in the Constitution. We accept the invitation contained in the Statement to walk together with Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples in a movement of the Australian people for a better future.”
“A Darker Shade of Light”
(First Nation Australia from mind of whitefella)
My people
see your people
simple ignorant
crazy greedy
black cockatoo
laughing eyes
smiling angry
all seeing
spit signature
fingers spread
on hands pointing
bones at my people
ochre powder
yellow cake
red earth bleeding
white fella
yellow belly snake
blowing out
the fires of our
stolen children
torn from our
mob, not yours
swallowed
by your
gadaidja fangs
sinking into the skin
of our land
poison
all around
greedy gubbah
when will you
understand
our nation
not your flag
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Santa’s elves do love a Christmas sing-a-long,
you can bet Santa’s will never go wrong.
There’s cookies, cakes, pies, punch and hot cocoa
with cinnamon, nutmeg and ginger spice, you know.
When playing the organ Mrs. Claus is a whizz;
really, she should be in show biz.
Billy Bob passes out the music sheets,
while Mitzy and Millie bring out the eats.
Lil’Jim sits propped on his old oak cane,
the poor fella has some sciatic pain.
He shares his music book with Jake and Phil,
though young Jake’s voice is a tad bit shrill.
Skippy-Sam is a great baritone,
Grampy Gabbs needs to wear earphones.
The tinier elves sing in funny voices,
everyone laughs and rejoices.
Tiger Tooney the cat’s voice is a bit flat;
probably because he’s half bobcat.
As usual McNafferty wields his hand-carved baton,
for he truly loves directing a sing-a-long.
Now this can go on for hours and hours,
days or nights, that’s Santa’s power.
Through the winter should you hear faint singing,
it’s the Claus’s and their elves voices ringing.
There is something about the gal who means everything to me
Something about her face absolutely lovely
Something when she whispers in my ear
Something when she hugs me and calls me dear
When we go out at night
She is such a beautiful sight
A lady through and through
Whose her lucky fella, you know who
Her smile endears me
Her hugs cheer me
Her kiss slays me
Her love persuades me
To be her man
Hand in hand
Lovers understand
Something so special
Something so wild
Something so hot
Something with style
Anything is hers for I'm her guy she loves, wants and needs
Something about that gal
Who means everything, everything, everything...
to me...
Single slippered Cinderella
Yesternight’s ball bella
Angelic voices heard a cappella
Followed by lovely clarabella
The dinner served was paella
With a side of shredded mozzarella
While faking a case of salmonella
Cinderella invited her fella
To follow her into the cella
Lingering aroma of citronella
With a pleasant tinge of canella
No secrets told near mimicking corella
Misplacing both shoe and umbrella
[ Clarabella = instrument much like a flute; Cella = a room in a temple; Corella = a cockatoo ]
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on April 28, 2018 for contest ANY RHYMING POEM IN APRIL sponsored by LAURA LOO - RANKED 4TH
Sweat fripping from her brow
he rolled her over
wiped her face with
a towel
Happy New Year
sweet friend
we gonna be
together till the endCosabella you my freind
Love you more
andd more
you been there through thick and thin
Dame scented from her perfume
he loves her I assume
whoompa whoompa whoop
it's nine months later
Baby's born
Smiling faces
Baby's adorn
all seems happy
waiting for the new
born child
grinning faces
see his smile
the ah and oohs
than a quiet room
a frowning face
He hands over the child
her looks concerned
he turns away
waiting for what the people say
he can't paly along
he's concerned
all he said was I though we at least
freinds
Since he's not who is it then
this is a full room
we can't play this off
all these people
are now involved
Baby cry's The woman
try's to calm him down
The fella takes the Child
he begans to smile
he said to the kid
with a breaking heart
I can't be her man
with a broken heart
hands the child back
to his Mom
Whoop:whoomp;Whoomp!
(He over hears one of family memebers saying)
Now it the first of September
See I rememeber
New years Eve
at the at the
Gala Show
she and he
hugged and cuddled
they wouldn't let each other go
she was pregant then
I should have known
when she said she
was gonna decive this one
he think he cute
He done meet the one
I'm gonna smile and smeark
this will be fun
Lord!
Lord!
Lord!
these people today
without asking for tangible receipts
but to pollinate greensward vis a vis
as pay forward recompense
many good samaritan instances
came my way of late, yet
hive heal stymied, how
unexpected gratuitous deeds didst whet,
a voluntary yen of mine
to pay back or forward
countless instances
to balance out scale reciprocation
doth weigh within mine conscious
and/or subconscious
giving back status unmet,
thus...this ambling, bumbling, fumbling,
et cetera sensate *****Sapien able Juan
Tim steady state Cane, tis ready and set
analogous to the tricks Seine
by a rheas ease pond dint
surveyed monkey smart pet
whom calculated thine net
total asper positive fortunate events this chap
and or loved ones within mine family met
since years gone by to the present moment let
me experience minimal anxiety
finds euphoric sensation within me (as if jet
ting into stratosphere,
and a counter force get
tin overpowering akin
to a creditable conscientious debt
begging to be honored as a non boastful bet
among the better angels of thyself
whom regulate acceptable, affordable, airing...
agreeable, amenable, un arguable heartfelt
good fella expressing deserved certifiable
bona fied ardent
action demonstrating appreciation
for innumerable, humbling deeds
done divinely deposing
dada's depredatory, depredation, depression
sans crucial life line feeds,
as genuine deep seated acknowledgement
as proof emotional, financial,
and spiritual bountiful personal necessity
receiving such psychic receipts heeds!
The lyrebird v.s. the African Grey Parrots
The shrinking Thymus
Centerstage they took time to perform. She had spoke to other before te eveing. She wished to dance, dine and dance.Plie', she aid even though I lack the skills of beautiful artistry. They all laughed. The gentlemen took seats asking for scotch before they were seated in the rooming area. I guess this is were we sit util they call us in for grubbing. Yeah the gray bearded fella said: "yeah, I don't plan on spending alot of money on those skimpy diet plates, I hope they got something filling!" Guess you got a point Bob the gentlemen in the plaided jacket spoke. Ask for Thymus: when it''s time to order", i heard not knowing who said it. It wouldn't be the first or last time we'd hear this mentce it got such a great laugh.On our first date my wife asked me to try her Thymus: I found it tastey and delicous. That one gotta laugh: but when Yisha said I would have married him three years earlier if he had tasted the "ole Thymus" the night we first went out: no one said a words , no one laughed, the awning was ridulous. This is because Yisha and Nelton had:had a rocky start with her being a woman of the world and all.My wife changed the subject. But Yisha said something again:"eat that Ole sweet thang" she said, bring Bob to his knees. They started it up again and her husband just look outside to the christmas tree."Sauce it up and Take it in Baby" she said. The perfect combination some tender tongue and the sweetbreads!"Conchas: Conchas she kept on going: until her husband spoke up and said Thigh must be a very popular guy huh?
Plié
I was at this here shindig just the other night
was all duded up and was feeling all right
When this fancy fella saunters over my way
it 'peers to me like he might have something to say
Gawking at my boots, rodeo buckle and band
I guess he figured it out that I worked the land
He tips his wine glass with his pinky sticking out
then begins telling me just what ranching's about
He'd bought up thousands of acres of this cheap land
that used to belong to some worthless Indians
If I wanted real money, I'd be pumping oil
or dig gold, coal or silver from under the soil
He said man it's easy just to get down to it
bring in these machines and rip the prairie to
Waive a little cash and them congressmen aught to
just follow you around like cattle to slaughter
I says hold on there, I'm not sure you understand
so just let me show you what I think of your plan
Us rancher, we have pride in caring for the land
and I introduced him to the back of my hand
I'm sure they won't ask me to any more soirees
none of them snooty people talk to me these days
Because as I walked out I toasted them you see
with a finger sticking out but not my pinky