I see peace in the bright blue skies, in the paddocks green
In the warble from the magpies tounge in the breath of
God I come undone, in the pouring rain there are melodies
To heal hearts and fill the soul of me, I take strength from
Others of the human race' i note the joy we can embrace!
I see gold in the seashores sand; in sunbursts on rooiftops
Its vast and grand..From Kempsey down to Wangaratta
I listen to traffic on the m25 and yearn to be far from
Londons tide.' To return once more to penong and look
Over the plains, toward Perth or maybe i'd jump the train?
Take the Indy ride.. back to the Eastern States, buy some tinnies
And conjugate.? Eat Barrumundi maybe redfinToo? I'm game.'
Now I'm worn and battered.. I need home again..I need the
Drive of the Aussie folk, the strength of un-assuming women and blokes, And I know I'd slip right in..Like wool off the woolshed table
I'd be right into the bin.'
Categories:
tinnies, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Whilst the majority of domestic violence perpetrators are men I am fully aware that men are sometimes victims as well, therefore this poem is written in such a way that 'he' and 'his' can be substituted with 'she' and 'her', and 'girls' with 'boys.'
Years of Hurt
Oh God, did England win? That means that he
is coming home. I've done the washing up
and cooked him steak and crinkle chips for tea
and put his tinnies and his football cup
beside his chair and switched the telly on
All done. I wait. It could go either way
Of late it's gone a little bit like this
He'll come in in a 'you're alright mate' way
insisting on a bear hug and a kiss
and then the beer kicks in - his tea is cold
his boss is mean to him, his car is ****
and I'm the Germans, oh and I am old
I told the girls at work he didn't hit
me, lied about the bruise beneath my shirt
Don't talk to me of Lions. Years of hurt.
© Gail Foster 7th July 2018
Categories:
tinnies, abuse, anger, fear, football,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
This Poem Is Trash
Stinky winky yellow spots on rusty tinnies
Mouldy food on smelly plastic
Damp paper and rubber lactic
That the mice think fantastic
Gooey substance iridescent
Cartons glowing so florescent
Furry knobs being unpleasant
Fingers grubby very sticky
Shifting ugly and so tricky
Feeling sick and rather yucky
Uttering words from the bible
Invoking help from St Michael
To sort another weeks recycle
Categories:
tinnies, home,
Form: I do not know?