Long Paddocks Poems

Age defiant was this spruce and spirited citizen slinking blithely past the burgundy red doors of her enigmatic country dwelling.
As her olive skin neatly curved fingers 
slid over an intermittently scratched carbon black handrail she...

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Each year in August the teams descend, cricket foe morphing quickly to friend,
Bonds are forged on a pitch unique, camped on the banks of Reedybrook creek. 
The grass is cut, the fields set out, the...

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Straight lines, sepia

The suppression of unwanted thoughts

Like time spent in sensory deprivation
Time spent in a droning room
Under sterile light hums, practically drooling

The vacuum of most moments
As standard as cinder blocks
Punctuated by things so washed out,...

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Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the...

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T’was dry the spring with thunderstorms that rumbled across dry;
most every day was under sun or star filled sky,
the grass had burnt off early; hay mowed this year was scarce,
closed paddocks saved the milkers where...

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You've visited me after a long time: Remember; once, I was brimming with might? Named babbling brook, revered as a singing deity, how blissful was my sight! Have reminiscences of your childhood, in my mellow...

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That look of fierce disdain, nobility! 
That regal plume of chestnut ruddy-brown 
with speckled breast! No hint of weak servility 
besmirched the falcon's fine, imperious frown. 
He loved the way it sat in proud tranquility...

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Our Mate Charlie Brummell
Yes mate we went a droving back in nineteen fifty eight, 
The drovers cook was pretty rough, he couldn`t wash a plate. 
Hector he was fifty two, when he burnt our damper...

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You're walking out the front entrance 
Leaving work behind you 
Forgetting the hustle of the day 
Looking forward to a quite drink 

Chilling out 
In your 
Soft 
Comfy 
Favourite 
Chair 

Staring into an open fire...

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The Pain of Drought

By

Kevin L Fairbrother



The road trains full of emancipated cattle roar by

Heading south to somewhere that is lush and green

For the big dry out west as tightened it’s grip

As the dry westerly winds...

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OLDE CHARLIE part two

A simple g’day and not much more,
A man of simple tastes and trends,
Mostly seen most days
Three days growth on chin, 
Olde Charlie,
Came from the olde school,
Of the way he thought
And reacted to...

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Crazy Mick the Irishman, with trademark bike and overcoat,
wheeling his way back into town, classed as a tarnished silly goat.
His hair was long and curly; spoken words barely understood.
His manner gave impression he's up to...

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What turn once a brave to coward 
If not intimidation 

What kills the moral of the brave
To turn cold and stay silent 
If not intimidation 

What keep the people 
Quietly in fear 
If not intimidation...

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Oh, a motley mob of rowdy men are we
When we hit your town to go on a spree.
We’ve fleeced the worst of their wiry wool
And our canvas pockets are now brim full.

We’ve come from the...

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I’ve always been restless since I was a kid,
to settle near drives me insane.
I’ll just throw together the best that I can
what I own and be gone again.

Boxes long packed I had stacked in a...

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Feeling the desolation, of smothering air
Hemmed in by crowds; the obliqueness of fear
Throng of the city and no sight of the sun
Incessant noise and the desire to just run.
And I drive.

Arterial routes clogged by metal...

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A flood of grackles,
black-leafing the tree
who seem to’ve forgot
that its not
Winter;
it’s Spring and everything
is about to flower.

Eva says they are starling
and they may be.
She says they crowd the uncrowded 
barebranch trees and blot out
the sun...

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Dog Master 

By 

Kevin L Fairbrother 

Fifty dogs all different in size and shape
Impossible to tell the type of breed, mate
All the dogs have a discriptive and unique name
Irene, knows them all, for none are...

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In the cool of an autumn morning
my father and his friend, 
Jimmy Kerin, would go
mushroom picking in paddocks 
way out past the last suburban fence.
I would tag along not to pick
but feel the freedom of...

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Have you seen dudes feed their dates on straw or hay?
I have! I have been through the States of usa!
A society watched aghast at the Kentucky Derby
As the jockey got half-mast and Ken snuck into...

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Let 
it 
rain 
on 
the 
drought-
shrouded 
terrains.
Let 
it 
rain 
on 
the 
meadow 
and 
her 
grains;
For 
the 
ember 
stare 
of 
the 
bridled 
sun
Fiddles 
and 
suffuses 
our 
flaccid 
corn.
Let 
it 
rain 
on 
the 
paddocks 
of 
the 
lakes;
On...

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A white lily sunrise 
brings the malaise, 
humid dreams shimmer 
off the blackening tar 

Red dust girates an axis 
dark matter is overcome, 
lethargy drags the body
into a blazing bright sun 

Work, a joke on...

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As the moon climbs high in the starry sky,
I hear the penguins in their nest cry.
The moon casts an eerie glow in the roaring ocean below.
As The ocean eats away at the white sand,
Each grain...

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DROUGHT

young lamb at watering hole,
partaking of bubbling brook
from down below of artesian bore,
like many lambs here and now,
all hesitant at first,
and only taking what is offered, 
in order to sustain their thirst
and to feed an...

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With indecision rode abreast
              Intended path becomes digressed 
             ...

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