Short Aboriginals Poems

Thoughts of Death
 
Death is a foreign country
 I wish not to go there as I`m only used to life
despite we do our best to destroy our planet.
The aboriginals in Australia call death
dream time, there are times when I ask if life
is dream time and death is a reality.
To meet souls who cannot dream floating about
as dust in a landscape of oblivion....

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To Shaman Aboriginals
"Dreamtime" was the virginity
Of the earth
Before the dirt
Was soiled by humanity

Using crystals or their bare feet
They harness the earth's energy
To channel the grid
Over which we live
To balance and restore harmony


(Austrialian Aboriginals) 

Received 11th place in "The Shaman's Way" contest
Received 12th place in "5th poem on the soup" contest...

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wild Australia
hark... sounds of didgeridoos
mobs of kangaroo

Australian folk...
Aboriginals suffer
arpartied still reigns...

Australian folk...
at one with nature... what's left
arpartied still reigns...

vistas of nature
o that monolith could talk
Australian woes

deforestation
all life suffers pollution
koala's left dead

crocodiles... wildlife
Australia's indigenous
extinctions for real

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The land floating in ocean far in the south 
It is Australia as British people thoughts 
The aboriginals in the land full of doubts 
Making different calls as different  people saw

Clearly, Guards of kangaroo do the best jobs: 
Every human asylum seeker has been stopped 
The Liberals step forward to declare the scroll
An immigrant's deal is completely adopted
 
Australia is accelerating moving to the south
Far far away from the hemisphere north...

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