Long Waterhole Poems
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The Cooee-booroo was Irish, a migrant to this land,
who fled his native Galway and the grip of famine's hand.
For fifteen years he'd forged a life 'round Goulburn, New South Wales,
though sought his dream on Coopers Creek, out where the black man hails.
Where native Bootamurra folk for years were known to roam,
the place they called Thullung-gurra - their ancient tribal home.
Kyabra's unspoilt waterhole was home to fish and birds,
though Patsy Durack had in mind to bring his cattle herds.
'Twas here he met young Burrakin, a figure barely clad,
who claimed the man ... Boonari now ... to this young native lad.
Though Patsy called him Pumpkin ... much easier in the end
and like the humble vegetable he proved the bushman's friend.
For that proud Bootamurra youth, a whole new life began,
as Pumpkin loved the Durack folk and claimed them as his clan.
He watched them build their empire through the good times and the bleak;
for sixteen years he helped them build grass castles on the Creek.
When Patsy finally left the run to try the city’s fare,
he left old Pumpkin as head man and thought him better there.
Then Durack planned to build a run up in the Kimberleys:
an empire for his two young sons, a kind of legacy.
But Pumpkin yearned the company of Patsy, his dear friend
and left his old Kyabra home to join him in the end.
He stood by Patsy Durack till the old man passed away,
though stayed to keep the dream alive and rests there to this day.
These two Australian pioneers did leave a legacy-
the meaning of true brotherhood - as you can plainly see.
So whether you be white or black, do copy if you can,
the Cooee-booroo from Ireland and that Bootamurra man.
I have always enjoyed reading the early history of our Australian pioneers and the Durack
family certainly played their part in opening up this vast country. Sometimes the
seemingly minor characters, who become an integral part of that history, tend to fade
into insignificance with the passing of time. Characters such as Burrakin [Pumpkin] of
the Bootamurra people, whose life was completely changed by the coming of the Durack
family to Kyabra Ck. Burrakin's outstanding display of loyalty to his white brother,
Patsy Durack, is well worth remembering. My tribute to both men
the great debate is once again upon us
let the augments begin
the pro and cons list is drawn up
so let’s argue
on who is wrong and who is right
so when both side cases are answered for
and they tally up the scores
there are no real winners
only losers
neither place is one we need to be
united is a word that needs
to remain free
so lets not sit on the left
or the right
it’s in the middle which seems
the right place to be
let’s not forget the tragedies
from the past
and let the future begin now
keep the past inside history books
inside our minds
within the stories told
from generation to generation
it needs to remain true
to keep the spirit alive
a sprit that has survived
centuries
it should never be lost
to the great expense
it was also born out of hardship
and a will to survive
to form an identity
mate ship
and national pride
as the song goes:
“we are one, and we are many”
once the waterhole had poison water
now the pen flows with poison ink
and many angry fingers type on twitter feeds
it’s a place where ignorance is king
and the bigots song does sing
do we really need this
to unite
so now
two fires are now burning
and they are burring
out of control
we need to respect both fires
for respect goes both ways
not towards
which fire
is burning
the brightest
__________________________
*January 26 is Australia Day our national day, a day which should unite this wonderful country but the day has ended up being very decisive …
A safari, in an open jeep with an open mind,
To unravel the secrets of the Kanha forest reserve,
Midst the tall sal trees, our eyes scoured to find,
The elusive majestic striped cat, we've strived to conserve.
Through the bauhinia canopies with copious white flowers,
Behind black rocks where the Bagheera once slouched,
We rumbled to the plain grasslands midst light showers,
To the tall golden grasses where the predator crouched,
Before lunging forth on the camouflaged grazer that cowers,
That's his first kill for the day, his hunger doused?
The clear pond reflected the skies blue burst,
The pond named Shravan Taal, the great watering hole,
Where Pumba and deers of all sizes quenched their thirst,
And a woodpecker's relentless pecking, felled a branch whole,
A peacock danced with full plumage in a spectacular outburst,
An igret looked for a fish in the pond, went on a troll!
Never was there a dull moment in Kanha for me,
Every silence, tweet or hoot carried a message,
A langur's alarm call, then a deer's bark, alerted us to see,
As we returned through the same passage,
At the waterhole, there was indeed the majestic Tiger resting,
Nonchalantly, chilled out in cool environs, without stirring,
Indifferent to the probing cameras that were flashing,
In Kanha, he's the undoubted King!
Lush green, ochre to straw, the ageing colours of maturity,
Love or enmity, all's out in the open, without any pretence,
Tough is the life of the jungle, the fittest'll survive its severity,
The golden sunset against the Lendia at Kanha, a labyrinth so intense!
15th May, 2017
We are off on a long DRIVE to see the famous, re-known big FIVE,
Three hours later at the Kruger National Park we safely arrive,
And cruise among predatory country, beautiful, colorful wildlife,
Full of LIFE the two of us, my husband and his very excited WIFE.
We see a pride of LIONS, and park next to a tour bus of HAWAIIANS,
They seem ecstatic, cameras clicking, among them Uruguayans,
They follow us, as they seem to think we will know where to go,
Continue over a bridge SLOW, see crocodiles drifting with the river FLOW.
Still the tour BUS continues and winds its way whenever they see US,
We see cheetah, leopards, a herd of elephants, an absolute plus,
We stop, the tour bus stops too, at a waterhole, but leave, close by are bees,
We spot rhinos, baboons, eagles perched on TREES, a warthog on its KNEES!
The tourist’s excitement contagious and SPILLS, we come across horn BILLS,
Big birds, the secretary bird, Goliath herons, but the horn bills by the hills,
Excite them the most, we had befriended each other and my husband said,
These birds don't FLY, upon which they flew off towards the SKY, hubby so red!
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A wonderful site to be seen in water oh so grand
As crystal clear comes crashing down, on the rocky waterland
A mist is splattered over all that are near this beautiful site
As they witness the spectacular waterfalls, beauty and its might
The crystal blue wonder that pounds down on the rocks
It often seems to do a dance, then it starts to mock
The natural flow of water now plundering with such force
To let us know the might of this Waterfall on its course
So breathtaking, sitting there, watching the glorious show
Of nature and the water, combining all they know
It speaks to nature just to say I'm here to help you thrive
All of Gods creations, I'll continue to keep you alive
Replenishing the waterhole with its beautiful display
To give a thirsty animal, a drink along the way
God gave this wondrous waterfall the ability to plunder
Down into the waterhole, to combine with natures wonder
So sit and watch this waterfall, enjoy the feeling inside
While witnessing the glorious show, thrashing down with pride
Let its beauty fill your heart with knowledge, peace and truth
Now knowing that the waterfall kept nature in its youth!
The day was when the crowd came out in a massive drive for the old elephant.
The graveyard was the last day of this red associate; however, they did not lie down!
Becoming a goldened tusk with ivory and diamonds, they become the shrine of the elephant!
All the populace around the waterhole went into the small town without backing down!
Moving through the small grid to the street of many walkers, the group was on arms.
An immature girl was asked about her presence, to which she stated “that it was a revolution”
These arms were a sight of pure ignorance that the past members of truth would rather stay on the farms!
Human growth is notable when each new generation fares better than the last; however, this girl was a product of de-evolution.
Hark to the fools who believe in stupidity and the false words of a toothless chia pet!
Words of honor have never passed the lips of the annoying orange!
It is time to take this person for a check-up to the vet!
You had the world of fools believing in your words! You are beyond an annoying orange!
Was Nostradamus talking about the 20th Century?
Maybe he was speaking about the 21st Century!
Waltzing Shearer
Out near Dagworth Station during 1894
Where the Waltzing Matilda, Swagman drowned,
Cos he liked them lamb chops nicely browned,
He was only eating the Masters sheep, scoffing em down,
Disgusting said Squatters and frowned, some more,
In 1894,
Great Shearers strike was still happening,
Burned down Dagworth shearing shed, for sure,
Firing guns were the Gun Shearers , ..shore 300 sheep a day..
Fair wages they wanted, some more,
The Shearers strike it got ugly,
The Master brought in the Army and war,
Shearers were using Phosphorous,
Delayed action fires galore,
The master and 3 coppers came along ,
They chased down a swagman, before,
He plunged in the water, the billabong,
And death did come like a whore,
So he goes no more waltzing a Jumbuck,………..…sheep
His ghost lingers still there by the shore,
Was it the Combo, waterhole,
Where he sprang and he bubbles no more.
Don Johnson 24-sep-11
Yes Vom, Gram.
nothing wrong with sweet little whores,
except unless she sometimes snores,
and forgets to pay the rent,
and death is welcome as before,
for this dim malcontent...
Elephantine Dusk
A herd of elephants stroll step for endless pacing step
Stamp mysterious majesty retreat from their waterhole
Settle for the night marching tusks on silent dust in dusk
Massive majesty blends into the looming dark’s descent
As the moon howls wolf to hyenas’ leopards’ vultures’ call
One massive saffron rise of lunar dawn prepares for slumber
Trumpets announce the silent embrace of nature’s toil on soil
Trodden cherished as snakes have slithered their serpentine charm
A symphony of flutes and lutes on the distant horizontal plane
Another day done a circle of life returned in infinite grace
When a shining orange globe disappears for a few moments
Alights the horizon of heartfelt messages under an African sky
I am a visitor prey only with vanishing vision and humble belief
Feel so small put in my place a keeper of lonely longing freedom
Imprinted below rising stars of Southern wisdom on my soul
Lie gratitude and the feeble knowledge that memories sparkle
And fade unless I listen to the elephant’s call in quiet composure
18th July 2018
Orchard Boulevard
Heavy traffic;
Congested minds
Orchard Road crowd
Seeking diversions;
After hours delight
Beer guzzling cliques
Evening waterhole;
Downtown gathering
Shopping mall ambience
Restaurants fully booked;
Long queues waiting
Shopping spree
Bargain hunting;
Well-earned bonus
Baby boomers
Grey hairlines dyed;
Cluster to chit-chat
Evening stroll
Two old lovers;
Talking in silence
TV dinner recipe
Fruits and salad;
Crash diet plan
Ordinary moments
Triumph of simplicity;
Nothing to lose
Bills come
Regular as debt;
Payment requests
Old man,
Old woman;
Aged like brandy
Fleeting passage
Echoes in the wind;
Evening sanctuary
Write and ink
Poetic wonders;
New revelations
Blank canvas
Splash of paint strokes;
New art form
Wander far
Yet not lost;
Wonder dictates
Music strains
Piano nocturne;
Classical wit
Muse now amused
Flinging outburst;
Word-pictures spring
Relax and listen
Ink flow records;
Haiku prospects
Leon Enriquez
06 Mar 2014
Singapore
It’s a beautiful landscape of Serengeti animal refuge,
Near a parched savannah with skeleton trees, lies a water hole,
You see a beautiful picture of animal kingdom paradise,
Elephants, zebras, Giraffes, birds, and blue wildebeests, all taking a sip.
With the sky overcast with roaming grey clouds,
The receding grass land looks yellow and dry,
Wildebeests crowd the waterhole, as elephants patiently wait their turn,
It’s the lesson for human kind, how to live with others in harmony.
Wildebeest migrate every rainy season to dry grass lands,
Crossing rivers and lakes, some of them die of drowning,
Some are eaten by crocodiles, some fell prey to tigers and lions,
Their tenacity of migration, gives us the spirit to survive in hard journeys of life.
Wildebeest knows how to share the resources wisely,
They let zebras eat the hard grass top, and they eat the soft part underneath,
They also migrate in numbers, never forgetting their friendly zebras,
Showing us that group effort with friends and family triumphs over solo journeys.