Sydney Poems

Sydney my city

Sydney my love, Sydney my city

Splendour and majesty, nothing such pretty. 
Sydney my love, Sydney my city.

First rays of the sun,  spread here fun.
Opera, Harbour Bridge, Blue Mountain.
Pretty pretty places, plenty plenty beauty.
Sydney my love, Sydney my city

Clean clean beaches,  green green trees,
Pleasant weather, cool  cool breeze.
Kissing the shores, sea waives sporty.
Sydney

N S W police

Upon a slope of grease, we see the state police'
Theres a ramp to surrender
Built on the w e f agenda
 alienating relations with all on the streets.'

A VERSE FOR SYDNEY

A VERSE FOR SYDNEY

I’ve wrote this little christening verse
For a very special baby boy,
His name is Sydney Stephen
And he’s the family’s pride and joy.

He was born about five months ago
To parents Chris and Stephanie Hall,
He’s got those gorgeous baby blue eyes
And a smile for anyone at all.

And on Sunday May the seventh
Is a very special

FOR SYDNEY

O little girl, my darling,
You grow too quickly.
You were the golden child, 
The lovely Sydney Grace,
Now rushing to be a woman
Long before I am prepared.
How can I keep you small?
But grow you must
And blossom in your time.
That sweet blue-eyed infant
Will live in my heart
Till the end of my days,
And beyond. 

View from West Head, Sydney

Lion Island sleeps like a cub 
between Angophora branches.

Scratching among leaf litter, a Superb Lyrebird 
drags his regal feathers over ruined castle-rocks.

In the tray of green-silk-water below, 
miniature curved triangles sail; 
and way down there 
Barrenjoey’s lighthouse is as little 
as a birthday candle – unlit.

West Head is surreal:
a giant-realm in balloon-blue skies.

These tiny, far-off

Sydney

There we were - Alf and I - Pharaohs,
surveying those white pyramids -
Nests of ibis - ovulating - 
Opera.

Across the bridge we danced,
Swaying o'er the waves below - 
Spectred lovers on a phantom ship -
Drifting snug into port - oh, so were we.

Yes, There we were - Alf, you - left me,
As you cantered away

At Sydney Opera Bar

Tantalising taste on tongue,
whilst savouring a draft beer
heightens but we stop at one,
because we’re not young!

Sydney Opera House

Jorn Utzon received the Pritzker Architecture Prize for his masterpiece
Sydney Opera House is famous the world over, maybe in space too
Her shells are recognizable by millions, even I, who have never been
fabulous place opened in 1973, she hosts visitors from every country

Her performing arts center houses LePetit Ballet, Opera Australia,
There are recording studios, retail shops,

Clerihew Sydney

Poet Philip Sydney
whose poetic were quite free
He wrote in quatrain stanzaics
finding popularity did the trrick

Sydney Airport In Twenty Eleven

Sydney airport in twenty eleven 
On route to help Scots go to heaven
My son Jeremy at six foot two
Cricketer Athlete and rugby man too
Big tough man with sense of humour
Loves whats real and hates wrong rumour
Standing there to wave goodbye
Stares at me and starts to cry
"I love you" is exchanged in tears
"Love you Dad" final

Rubies

Marquise 
                       Cinque linking 
                     Amaranth medallion
      

The Mouse In the Sydney Opera House Nursery Rhyme

In the Opera house
Is a tiny little mouse,
Everybody knows
Of the tiny little mouse,
The tiny little mouse in the
Opera house!

He watches all the shows
Sings all highs and lows,
Everybody knows- 
He likes to play banjos,
The tiny little mouse in the 
Opera house!!

The tiny little mouse
Is a superstar,
Everybody knows-
He plays pianos
Backing up the shows
In the Opera house !!!

The

Observations From the Aft Window of the Port Side of Port Aux Basques To Sydney Ferry

•	young couple, fit male brown hair and glasses with toned blond female taking multiple selfies as ferry leaves Newfoundland
•	 middle aged blond woman- multiple selfies - all angles
•	young tattooed dude chatting to unseen companions while smoking cigarettes
•	older balding male looks longingly at vanishing shore
•	young blond woman takes a quick selfie and is gone
•	family, father red/blond

Simple Sydney

See simple Sydney, wherever he go's
He'll show you a trick with fingers and toes
Counting to twenty 
If that's not plenty
Make it twenty one, cross eyed on his nose!

Walking On Sydney Harbour Bridge

steel beams
reach across space
poised
seas moving beneath sound
the salty breath-test of time

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