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The Vobes effect

Almost unnasuming I give you Richard Vobes,.' On many
Platforms his 'humanity shows' He's not the slickest.!
As he expores lifes paths, yet despite our tribulations current'
He giving it a blast.! His vibes are bright.' His manner is
Great, respect where its due.' He's seldom irrate' not judge-mental..I don't see that.' more con-fluential..I put; just 'off pat' ? He's down in Worthing, by the soothing sea, this homemade
Hero..Why don't you look and see? He's on 'old you tube'
Mind they moniter him strong..' yet he's all for freedom each
Day and night long.' You can get him on rumble on ute
Too..Why not tune in? And get aquainted.? It could be the
Best thing? you'll do.!

Nismo Is So Nimble

Bulky ute voyeur selects sleek sporty stalion
    Driving by, supersedes her oversized sedan
    Wide wheel arches have Porche comparison
    Voracious engine's enthuse easily enchants


     Large car cast dispelled by lacklustre Calais
     Original conjur 370Z parked beside boring
     Low leg swing exclusive slide in, magic valet
     Over revved start stabs adrenalin assuring 
     

     Our dear Dara, choice contacted in December
     Available last minute to test drive his beast
     Black gloss road boss, enlarged 'lungs' terror
     Capable crazy bitumen baby, tester pleased


     Ultimate Man concurs, the amenable outcome
     Keys in her hand a few days after, aura froze
     Couldn't imagine huge generosity from anyone
     Racing car reap, increase on what she sows

 
     Merry go round roads, another showoff slotted 
     Silver pole stabilised glides in Surfers cycle
     Crosslane carousel onlookers, briefly besotted
     By hot hoof nimble Nissan race horse style






         28th March
         Too Great of a Man

No Football Here

Down under in Oz, over here,
There is no football, my dears,
This is a tale so drear,
A footy champion, once held dear, 
He died of no football, no cheers,
We buried him at the ground, so austere,
His tumulus amounded each year,
We'd drive by, pouring a libation of beer,
The tumbleweeds blew,
Grass long and shaggy grew,
At the bar, no bevvies or beer,
The bar fridge empty, also austere,
The BBQ so cold and so drear, 
His ute rusted away, so near,
We'd pass by, pouring libations of beer,
Sad, to die of no football, my dears,
A tale from Oz, somewhere over here,
F...it, on the other side of Covid, we'll all have a beer........

Aussie Outback Christmas

AUSSIE OUTBACK CHRISTMAS
Comin' 'ome in an aussie sleigh,
ol' tractor ute with a rusty tray,
with a big branch of Gum, it be
the Christmas tree .
hard to find 'em white ant free.

Nailed it to a webbed dusty wall,
usin' my boot as a hamma
watching all the spiders fall,
decorated with koala, snake an' goanna
.

Com' Christmas morn here in Whatabugga,
dis summa heat could cook a burra.
Da' ol' bath tub, empty with prezzies gorrrn,
taken outside to cook magpie 'n' corn,
while some have fun on the dusty lawn.

Some prezzies still on dah floor,
Beaut!, new hinges for the dunny door.
Mum is smilin' even more,
a rackit, for flies 'n mozzies galore,
near the size of a dinosaur.

Tis Christmas in dah' auzzie west,
with heat 'n' flies to enjoy the fest.
Singlet, shorts 'n' thongs,
our very best.
Be our guest,
and enjoy Christmas in the Auzzie west.

Rafter J

Perched within the fair La Plata
just beneath the great San Juans
basking in the starlit rapture 
as the dusk approaches dawn

Lies the point of inspiration 
where lost souls have found their way
each unto the revelation
offered there in Rafter J. 

Abandoned by the Anasazi 
tamed by Ute and Navajo 
across the river Animas 
between the rock and blinding snow

Lies a spiritual awakening, 
visions of the ancient ways, 
a timeless wisdom rising, breaking 
through the beams in Rafter J. 

A refuge in the course uncharted 
a tower of hope where love redeems
to bring us back to where we started
in our youth and with our dreams

To find our peace there in the mountains,  
find the God to whom we pray, 
to find new life there in the fountains
springing forth from Rafter J.

Farm Ute

Powerful, solid, ready to work, 
My reliant embodied in steel,
With her tray reinforced to carry a load, 
My battle hard automobile,

She doggedly moved tonnes of gravel, 
Repeatedly throughout the work day,
Out to the farm to fill all the gullies, 
Running along the driveway,

And groans and moans? Not from this girl, 
Not in the wet, freezing cold,
She’s the machine that does every bit of the job, 
Obeying whatever she’s told,

She’s my ute, my truck, my trusty and true, 
Ready to give me a hand,
Ready to start and do the hard work, 
With me, when I work on the land.

Slanging It Up Down Under

In the land of Oz, we're all fair dinkum,
Every bloke, Sheila and Healer too.
By crikey mate, if you get us started,
You'll regret the day I guarantee you.

In bonza days some may call hard yakka,
With an esky chockers and a barbie that blares.
Strewth! I tell you even our bogans are grouse,
Where else can you find platypodes and Koala Bears?

So spend an arvo or two and don't be a bludger,
Smoke a durry and blow the froth off a few.
You'll be saying "Man, that was a bloody ripper",
So get off your dunny and tell a furphy or two!

If you're thinkin' of comin' over, but not too sure,
Just have a go, ya mug, you may just find.
The best place to go walkabout and make new friends,
But don't be a goose and leave your goon bag behind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We're as Aussie as "You Beaut",

We're as Aussie as the Holden ute.

We're as Aussie as a kangaroo,

We're as Aussie as we're "True Blue".

Hilarious Pets

C-ute cats in your home
M-ake you laugh out loud each day, 
H-aving funny moves.






Topic: Birthday of Christopher M. Hernandez (March 11) 
Form: Acrostic Haiku

Henty Farm Machinery Field Day

All dressed in matching shirts, belt buckles and ties,
The big black boots made from leather,
And their pride and joy, sitting upon their head,
With the biggest brim, leather strap and a feather.

There’s headers and tractors, sprayers and drills,
Harvesters, loaders, and ploughs,
And the thousands of farmers, from this region, 
All walk around and casually browse,

This new equipment for barley, sugar, or wheat
For fields of canola or fruit,
And a special buy is the new dog box, that simply sits,
Right on the back of their ute.

This is the site where farmers meet once a year,
Wheeling and dealing a rural parlay,
The hundred hectare paddock, transformed into,
The Henty Farm Machinery Field day.

The Farm Gate

There's an old timber, farm gate at the end of a track.
You wouldn't see it driving past unless you looked back.
It's made of roughly hewn wood more than a lifetime ago,
time and weather has worn it down, as the seasons ebb and flow.

A rusty abandoned ute lays near, covered in pine tree nettles.
Where weeds and braken make claim to it as in the earth it forever settles.
Late sunlight filters through the trees, casting shadows through the gate.
Where once cattle on the other side for feed would stand and wait.

Young children used to play on the gate, stand and swing it open wide.
Then climb through the cypress trees for another place to hide.
Atop the rail the magpies perch, warbling away without refrain.
Intently gazing across the fields, the kings of their domain.

The children have all gone now, grown up and moved away.
For many years the gate lay untouched, its frame in disarray.
Who knows? maybe someone will see its worth and fix the old farm gate.
Embed it back into time, for another's memories to recreate.

Down and Dirty

The rain had passed leaving fields of mud,
Mud to work with, to rest and to play.
Mud in our shoes, in our pants, in our hair,
Mud to brighten the rest of our day.

My girl and I, we worked the sheep,
Counting, marking and drenching together.
We tackled and fell, dragging each to the side,
And did it both dressed in full leather.

When we completed the sheep, all ewes and one ram,
We relaxed with a beer on the ute.
And we talked open talk about how lucky we are,
And I told her, in mud, she looked cute.

She whipped my legs out and laughed down at me,
Our day it was done by two thirty.
So I pulled her to the mud, and within half an hour,
We had both gotten down and got dirty.

Friendship

There was a calm surrender walking along the pier
With a good friend to talk to, to ease away every fear
We talked about life, love and what we hold so close
Talking in gentle tones, no one had a need to boast
As we cast out a line and hoped for a bite
We chatted about our feelings, to shed a little light
There was an understanding between us both that day
Although words were spoken, we knew what each other would say
We spoke easy and wise, both of us understood
No harsh words were spoken, although we easily could
I cherish days like this, they are few and far between
We'd easily do it again someday, I know we both are keen
To get all our gear together, throw it in the ute
We'll have a day like last time, yeah I think its beaut
We all need friends to talk to, to sit and lend an ear
We all need days like that one, those days I hold so dear
So thank you my good friend for sharing a special day
And for listening to all the things, I just had to say

Another New Year

Another New Year
By
Kevin L Fairbrother

2014 done and dusted
I’ve welcomed in 2015
With a beer and a crayfish
Round a campfire with some friends
…
New resolutions, not for me old mate
Cause I won’t keep what I promised
So I’ll just open up the gate… and
Let fate decide what’s in store for 2015
…
Like the man in the barbed wire canoe
Spearing tadpoles with a crow bar
You can bet my year won’t be great
But I’ll tough it out and see it through
…
I’ll do a bit of travel in me Ute and Van
Probably round Australia and free camp
When I can
Catch up with some mates along the way
Have a chin wag and a beer or two
…
I don’t really give a rat’s ****
What goes on in this world of turmoil
As long as they pay me pension
I’ll just live my life as free as a bird
…
But I will say this old mate
That’s it’s your family and friends
That will get you through the gate
Should a little trouble strike
…
So enjoy your life one and all
Leave your troubles behind the gate
Love your family, friends and mates
 Be kind to your heart, it has only so many beats
…
WELCOME 2015

Ancestral Spirits

Nature is a work of pureness
Through the fiery chaos a green side is born
The water of purity every body of it
Purer than the last

The deer running through the woods
The bears catching fish
The fish that are swimming
A timeless beauty of nature

Did my ancestors see this?
Did they feel as I fell?
Of course they did
Bu they saw more

My escape to nature was not their escape
It was their life

What I see is death
What I see is the destruction of humanity
The wolves are being slaughtered!!!
Out of pure stupidity
Creatures are being eliminated for stupidity
You fools!!!

Can you see you malice
We need harmony
All you are promoting is chaos & discord

Ancestors look into my eyes and into my soul
Guide me to live in harmony
When I see true nature I have tears forming

When I am in nature 
I can feel the presence
Of my Native American ancestors

Apache, Aztec, Navajo & Ute
Ancestral Spirits

Ba-Ba

Ba-ba

They called him ba and sometimes ba,
The bubba Heenie one,
Caught with a sheep in his ute to keep,
The owner caught him some,
No chops for ba-ba, none

Bells boxing tent saw him fight,
Big bugger thumped someone,
He raised his arms, he won the right,
His pants fell down, dum dum,
Interesting sight ole son,


His doctor ripped a kidney out,
Ba-ba he wasn’t thin
Doctor said he’d get a dozer about,
To put his guts back in,

ole ba-ba had to grin,
the doctors wage won’t come,
the dollars all doubtful in,
an overdraft unsung…


Don Johnson

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