The Saint Lucia flag reflects the tropical sky,
with the colour blue representing fidelity
and the emerald waters
of the Atlantic Ocean and Caribbean Sea.
Gold represents the prevailing sunshine
and, of course, prosperity.
The triangles, they symbolize mountains,
the Soufriere twin Pitons,
and the people's hope and aspirations.
While there, couldn't help but smile,
for tho' located north of the equator,
with my eyes on an unusual sight
where, low on the horizon, and with clear skies,
I saw the Southern Cross every night.
A young kangaroo pickpocket
Got nabbed when she tried to hock it
But Joey saw
Sex in the raw
And damned if he did not cock it!
Rusty old tracks stretching across the Outback
The wind sings a song of strong hearts on the track
When distance was conquered by pioneers
As they toiled and died in long lonely years
Now it’s dust and heat shimmering through
As rusty iron tells their story too
And we who inherit their pioneer part
Stand tall under our Southern Cross heart.
© Paul Warren Poetry
NEATH OLDE SOUTHERN CROSS
‘Neath olde Southern Cross
sparkling stars
show a radiant view,
for we will stand
in this brand-new land,
so far, far away
from toil, trouble and strife
of a darkness past,
where oppressions reigned
amidst religious persecutions
of our faith,
so, in order to escape
to a brand-new life,
our motherland we’ve left behind,
for across the seas we came,
where our journey took many
in under sail
and by fickle winds,
and in doing so
new trepidations and fears appeared
and without much thought we overcome,
now just feeling of an unknown
for as we stepped ashore,
and on strange tree near,
a jackass laughed
its peculiar sound indeed to us,
and for all who came ashore that day
in watching the tide come in,
this foreign land we now call it home,
to be a land of opportunity
and of hope and dreams
and from uncertain pasts left behind.
Francis Cooper – Mac © February 2018
I like to see the flag waving in the breeze
The way it flutters sure does to me please
The blue over the Southern Cross sticks out
And I know what the history of the Union Jack is about
As Australians we know what freedom costs for us all
As we remember those who fell defending its call
This Great Southern Land parched and brown
Brings forth a harvest known the world round
On this Australia Day 2019 National Pride is brought forth
And we know what Australia means for us and what it’s worth
Of all the symbols that our blue flag conjures with pride
It’s the Southern Cross shining brightly under which we abide.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The night veiled in black crept over the sun dying in the West.
Enjoy strained on anchor as she pointed into the wind
There my love and I lay on deck waiting the symphony of the star shrouded night .
I pointed ,there look my dear see it , see it so clear . The Southern cross there she be like a portal to eternity.
So perfect was the moment and how much we silently wanted this moment to last but in silence we knew this too will pass.
But for that moment all was sublime
The name alone can conjure better times,
a happiness that's always out of reach,
evocative of palm fronds on the beach,
exotic nights in far-off summer climes,
and things that are impossibly sublime.
But if imagination overreach
is far more often honored in the breach,
perhaps our dearest hurt can live in rhyme.
Does distance lend enchantment to the view?
Is beauty just a bubble of the brain?
Or is it something real, that will remain
when we're long gone? Those stars, so cool, so blue,
so independent, splendid, hang there, vain,
indifferent to us and our sweet pain.
Many times I feel lost,
a future without a purpose
and an empty soul
The truth of my life has conformed me
to misery.
A sting in my heart,
the poison seeping into my soul.
I am dying slowly,
people glaring,
eyes burning,
opinions formed about me.
My mind racing,
thoughts screaming.
Stop staring holes into my skull!
Darkness flooding in.
I feel cold and empty
Then came a sudden bright light.
out of it came three images:
The Southern cross, Orion's belt and Scorpio.
With it came a voice.
I am the One that leads the way,
like the Southern cross in the night sky.
I Am the Truth.
Now look up and see Orion's belt.
Put on My belt of truth
and I will become your Truth
and you will receive My Joy.
Again, look up and see Scorpio.
I Am your Protector.
rejoice in Me and feel safe.
Like a scorpion attacks its prey,
I will smite your enemies with My wrath.
I Am the Way and the Truth
and in Me you now have life.
Off Terra Firma sixteen weeks now.
My legs take roots; my eyes become infinite.
Past the Tropic of Cancer, the Lesser Antilles.
Talk of brown skinned girls, Purple Clouds of Magellan.
The Southern Cross peeking above the horizon at 18N°.
Those first few nights I stared at the wrong stars in my
confident knowing. A seabird landed
on the gunwale and mocked me, “Sunk now are your
North Star and Great Bear.”
“Sunk now are your North Star and Great Bear.”
I unlock an ancient mystery.
You take shape like a paragon in the sky.
Four beaming stars agleam forming the points of a cross.
Climbing higher and brighter. To be steered upon due south.
By Terra Del Fuego, you are directly above. Your language is universal.
Taking up our stern till we sink into the El Salvadorian night.
Southern Cross Knight
under the southern cross we stand, •
and liberty is our demand, •
you stand on us , we will stand on you, •
careful how you treat us blue, •
cos we will fight , be damned....its true....
Could you support the underdog,
Could you take the poor mans part,
Knight errant could you fight Magog,
Rip out his demons heart.
And when the wrong of evil done
You see the devils part
To give your life to overcome
Be valiant cleave the path?
Don Johnson
• under the southern cross we stand,
• and liberty is our demand,
• you stand on us , we will stand on you,
• careful how you treat us blue,
• cos we will fight , be damned....its true....Don Johnson
yes the extreme right wing is on the prowl,
bjelke in his grave might howl?
we sure remember him,
the peanut king,
brown paper bags endowed...
corruption free this crowd?
sometimes kiwi dng-a-ling,
a Premier under a cloud,
bible bashing his i ching...
re: current Police state Queensland where you can be jailed
for fifteen years for wearing a biker uniform or just the belt of.
And fifteen years is applied to any sentence mandatorily...
Bikers wear pink in the cells too?
you had to know
our lives changed
forever at hello
you touched me
like a lightning bolt
i loved you completely
before the thunder rolled
my sweet sweet love
between the continents
and the seas
that separate us now
on my Irish soul
i miss you
with every breath
please always always know
that every part
of you has touched
every part of me
i am but
the distance of
a wish from your side
watch a shooting star
traverse the Southern Cross
and intimately know
we witness that journey as one
i claim that star in our name
my love if it takes forever
IRISH
...this ocean that
I drown... for in your
eyes I surrender...
do not throw me
a life line...
for my love will I
nestle for all time...
...this love not for tender...
...and when this soul floats
away...I will carry you...
night and day...
night and day...
I care not for any words
but for this love expression
in your eyes
this tidal wave of love
that washes over me...
...a shipwreck once more...
these crashing waves...
...this love thunder...
this silence deafens...
this world behind...
...for when I look at your
feet I see blue sky...
neath me stars hold my love
firm...
I bring her about...
into her southern cross I turn...
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