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Missing children, the mentally ill, and the homeless persons on the street
When we are returning back to our own homes sewn up just so very neat
They were once us their lives fulfilled where by force something hits them
The righteous are not righteous when many turnabout face and condemn
What if it was your child, I hear so many ask, but even family on you reject
The government have institutions; and it is not us, that does really neglect
We give our lives to the system, but of the forgotten, enough is never said
As long as we are fed, as long as we are warm as we retire to our own bed
Sleeping soundly never give thanks and praises for what we have received
The thought of sleeping homeless, thoughts we could not hope to conceive
Yet are they not the ones who suffer, just so we can live our gracious lives
Was that a tear I saw when on the TV you heard of another child that dies
As the most you do is put a few pennies in a charity box your sins repelled
Go about your business knowing your God righteousness has been upheld
Well; you just might be in for a shocker when you get to the heavens gates
There’s no space for those who thought life was handed to them on a plate
Where down the stairs of hell you go till it’s you who are out on the street
Then you understand the look in their eyes, when on the streets you meet
It’s a look, I have been here before, and now it my turn to repent, help me
Because by helping you are in fact setting yourselves free from the misery
God helps those who got off their butt, as gave their time and put effort in
Not those who thought they are righteous, throwing a few cents into a bin
I don’t wear designer clothes, nor wear gold to act as merits of my own life
When those clothes or gold could give a person some food or a bed tonight
So many people who claim righteousness when eating really too much food
I hope all those righteous ones rush out now and feed some homeless dude
He or she may well have been one of your brothers, a sister in a former life
Please show compassion in your heart, and go lessen someone else’s strife
[Pylon (UK) = Transmission tower or Electricity pylon (USA)
Domestos = Bleach]
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Jeremy Wig was entirely bald
He sought the best hairpiece that he could afford
He opened his wallet which made the moths blink
With just a few coins he had to rethink
He went to a fancy dress shop for his hair
The price was unreal - like everything there
The wig that he purchased had hair made of nylon
He got a big shock when he walked near a pylon
People would laugh for his hair was a shocker
He looked like a seventies reject punk rocker
He hurried off home, wiped his feet on the mat
A static charge instantly toasted his cat
He went here and there, lightning bolts everywhere
Burning folk’s clothing and their underwear
Stark naked people with burned crinkly hair
All would curse Jeremy’s new nylon hair
People he knew learned to dress in asbestos
Someone said, “Let’s make the man drink Domestos.”
Whatever they said he just didn’t care
For he was so pleased with his new nylon hair
He went to a party and had some fun there
Even when six balloons stuck to his hair
A text that was typed made his hair stand on end
The fireworks started when someone pressed ‘Send’
When someone said, “Go back to just being bald.”
He thought of the horrible names he’d been called
He wasn’t prepared to be somebody’s joke
He pulled a balloon off… and went up in smoke
***bawdy
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once an Aussie had a Barry Crocker
when he got fined from an angry copper
he smoked up his holden ute
then said it was real beaut
because of this, the fine was made double
and his best mate was nicked named blue
cooked kangaroo and emu stew
gave none to hungry Scott
'cause he gulped down the whole lot
then spent the next day in the loo
his best shiela was from Melbourne
wore little since she was well born
she'd walk around in the buff
except for mittens an' gloves
till the day she fell on a thorn
she had a best friend called Mary
who had a whistling canary
it's tune stuck in Mary's head
from morning to night-time bed
and drove her to reach the sherry
they all knew a bogan from sydney
who was very tall and so skinny
one day while at bondi
meet a young blond called di
their first date was spent in his tinnie
di was a bushie and jillaroo
who squawked louder than a cockatoo
she would waddle like a duck
but he couldn't believe his luck
when she showed him her secret tattoo
one day while out for a ride
he asked her to be his bride
and when she said yes
they relieved his stress
till they both became cross-eyed
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Aussie slang interpretations:
Barry Crocker-shocker
copper-policeman
smoked up-skid
holden-popular australian make of car
ute-utility vehicle [a car & pickup truck combined]
beaut-beautiful
loo-toilet
shiela-girl/woman
buff-naked
bogan-uncouth person
tinnie-small aluminium boat
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Jan 26 is Australia Day-to all Aussies, happy Oz day
Can I have that?
No.
Why?
Because it’s mine.
Can I have this?
No.
Why?
Because it is mine. I paid for it.
Can I have this?
I recognize this weird pattern. I have seen it before.
Usually in children who feel like they do not have anything.
This child is eleven.
Old enough to know this behavior is rude.
“It is rude to ask someone to give you their things,” I tell her.
“Can I have this?” she says.
I stare at her. She turns, sees my face and laughs.
I have no glare face. Stare face is all I have.
She obviously has missed some valuable character lessons.
I watch her try to slip my ten dollar spinning owl into her pocket.
She turns, sees me looking and grins.
“I was just kidding,” she said.
She puts it back, giving it an extra pat.
The owl, which is solar powered and spins from the sun
Is gone the next day. Shocker.
A pink whistle, a shrill siren, a spilled bottle of ink,
Vibrant India, the blue stuff, silver spilled in the sink,
I never know what kinds of amazing things will come through.
What will my assertive muse in charge of me make me do?
Will it be faeries today? Or cinnamon rolls? A garden missive?
A bumble bee rose clocker-shocker, will it be something priss-ive?
I have to sit at my keyboard, and punch some keys, trying not to shout.
My take-charge muse is the only one of us who knows what is going to come out.
Are we silly? Mad? Mean? What is the Caren-Trixie mood of the day?
Do we need glitter and glue? Are we going to dance? Are we going to play?
Will it be poetry, or a drawing, will I paint a mural or perhaps a cartoon?
Will we be traveling to Egypt or Zimbabwe or to the Baboon’s famed moon?
I am lying here, wondering, in my teeny tiny not-so-smart-yet head.
I guess the first step might be to roll out of bed.
Bazball pimps now shrimps on the barbie
So low did stoop scoop of Nincompoop soup
Trumpet the thump it Bazball strumpet crumpet
Bravado of trio with brio plus lardo & avocado
Braggadocio Pinocchio mumbo jumbo gumbo
Bizarre under par no cigar mis-steak tartare
Phony baloney mony mony minestrone
Fish & swish delish dish of death wish Gibberish
Wacky ego from hero to zero tacky shi*show taco
Don’t give a f*ck not once but twice spliced duck
Flame grilled chances spilled one trick pony
Gobbledygook spooked overcooked zabaglione
Slurry in a hurry won’t worry say sorry curry
Baggie green vented spleen terrine
Why would you even risk it brisket
Takes the proverbial herbal verbal biscuit
Ashes hope killer dope quesadilla
Oz supernova it’s already over Dover sole
Lamb to the ripsnorter slaughter
Drole rigmarole goad toad in the hole
Baz puns like Mao’s guns in bao buns
Gory no glory story does bore me Tandoori
Bazball goals down golf holes silly sausage rolls
Canned slices of fanned tanned Barmy army
Starc tsunami lark umami like spiced pastrami
Bavette baguette of bet will forget any regret
Baz & Ben flower pot men smarmy salami
Stumble derails still no humble pie tales
Scallops with dollops of lolloping Codswallop
Bazball boast spit roast with burnt toast trollop
Snipe this tripe is as ripe as our Gripe
Gabbatoir bete noir Pom bomb Dauphinoise
Done like a kipper without Warne’s flipper
Stellar Aussie fella mortadella from the cellar
Hoodwink stink of our skipper.. all cheesy hype
Shocker if this is our Test best.. zest of fu*k fest
In the locker of Davy call in the navy cos Bazball ain’t gravy
SCARY RHYME
Walking on talking screaming boards
Throat gurgling blood slashed from behind
Repugnance revulsion bodies ignored
Frightmovie disgust shocker fear combine
What's it to you zombie slasher mayhem
Apocalyptic phobia fear affright scared frighten
Bizarre ballerina bloodcurdling cemetery eerie incandescent
Enchanted evil eyeballs fluorescent,electroluminescent
Cut your throat
A killer's joke
Crown chilling ghoulish glittered beings
Morbid moonlit mysterious mausoleum
Mysterious midnight nightmare crest
Phantasm phantom poltergeist
Wizardry wicked wizardry Satan watch
Limbs dangling daunts
Tangled bloody bodies cry find
Symbolic SCARY RHYME
10/04/18
For Scary Or Spooky Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
The News is on; announcer live.
Her sport coat without vest.
The orchestra with trumpets sound;
sensational at best.
The shocker first for your attention.
Disaster worse than ever.
Lisa Laflamme with sad brown eyes
to pity and to sever.
The damage in the millions now.
Some countries going to give.
To lastly there are victims found
we're hoping, who will live.
Then on for thirty minutes
goes the wicked in the world.
Their stories without mercy
coming at us as if hurled.
Till finally comes the final story
to calm you down a notch
and bring you to a place of comfort
so next day you will watch.
Then bugles blare to end the show
to Lisa Laflamme's goodnight.
"And that's the News in the world today"
She smiles big and bright.
Democratic Senator Kirsten Gillibrand
Surely the most pious, learned Christian in all the land
Came out today with a most scholarly shocker
For which I find it hard to do aught but mock her
She told several fawning reporters** that restricting abortion
Is against the Christian faith, at least its most important portion
She explained that Christians are given free will, and then this:
That a democracy separating church and state is sadly remiss
If it intends to impose anti-abortion 'faith' against its citizens' wills
Thus labeling pro-lifers a denominational religion, as do political shills
So, whatever your stance on abortion may be, from pro-it to the death penalty
Perhaps on this we can all agree: Ms. Gillibrand's logic is pure quackery.
**CBS and Reuters
7/11/21
Never been the smoothest talker
Got to make the best of it before I need a walker
Had a lot or nothing to offer
Wasn't always worth the bother
4 days a week I work with and help doctors
Occasionally seeing Boxers
She got some knockers
Too many peeps are squawkers
I'm flying sky high inside a saucer
Above waters
With otters
Never been an imposter
Thought I had a chance and how quick I lost her
It's all been testing my dignity and honor
Never been a prince, always been a pauper
An endless battle to prosper
In the end it was or wasn't a shocker
The truth locked behind a locker
Or bouncing around like a ball in soccer
People being respectful or a stalker
In a world full of good intentions and slaughter
Some folks heroes and others monsters
Objects of value and sentiment behind a glass case
A giant rat race
Traveling slow or at a fast pace
Winding up in first or last place
Oh in that case
No wonder the sad face
This all left a bad taste
Good and bad days
Glass crutches in the ashtrays
While going in and out of a vast maze
It's much more than kind of
A big deal if you can't make your mind up
Before time's up
That's why the past and history is there to remind us
Sit around or get out and try stuff
That's for you to decide what
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