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Municipal Gum was written by Oodjeroo Noonecaal. Municipal Gum is about the changes in society and the tendency of people to want to control everything. Oodjeroo uses various techniques to convey this idea. At the beginning of the poem Oodjeroo is addressing the tree. This immediately creates empathy for both the tree and her people. By the last line she has emphasised this with the pronoun “us” to show that they suffer a similar fate. This poem expresses how life in Australia has changes especially for Aboriginal people. In the first half of the poem Oodjeroo is talking about how life was for her and others. It explores the changes in society and the displacement of the Aboriginal people from their land. “Whose head hung…Its hopelessness”, the author uses this as further re-iteration of the immorality of the situation and by the use of analogy comparing the tree to her people to further emphasise the shame and lack control of that the Europeans have inflicted upon her and the environment. Oodjeroo uses extended metaphor technique in the very first line of the poem ‘Hard bitumen around your feet’. This means that the gumtree has been placed in the city scape where it is suppressed and not allowed to spread out and be unique in its own way. This is clear and immanently direct link to the pain and suffering endured by the Aborigines post European settlement. Oodjeroo uses vivid language to present these ideas. For example the use of the word castrated is very effective. The connotation of the word is very demeaning. With castration often comes a sense of a loss of pride and power. The word castration is symbolic of how Oodjeroo feels the European have treated Aboriginal people and the environment. Castration also refers to the fact that what is done is done. Nothing can undo what they did and the damaged they have caused. Other symbolism includes the title “Municipal Gum”, municipal meaning community, implies that the gumtree belongs to the community. One of the vast differences between European and Aboriginal law is that Aboriginal people did not believe in the ownership of land or of animals and plants. Municipal Gum is a reference to the Europeans assumptions that everything is theirs to own and control. The rhetorical question, “O fellow citizen, What have they done to us?” is the conclusion of the implications that have been made throughout the poem. Oodjeroo, is advocating for her people and all things wronged by the controlling behaviour of the Europeans. Rhetorical questions are used to provoke thought and to stimulate a pre-determined response. “What have they done to us?” They have “castrated, broken… strapped and buckled” and ultimately changed things to a point that they cannot be fixed. In conclusion, Municipal Gum is a poem about the constrictions and change that the European invaders forced upon the Aboriginal community and the environment she believes that the Europeans have deemed themselves ever powerful and practice their power in a manner that is immoral.
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC
Municipal Gum
Municipal Gum was written by Oodjeroo Noonecaal. Municipal Gum is about the changes in society and the tendency of people to want to control everything. Oodjeroo uses various techniques to convey this idea. At the beginning of the poem Oodjeroo is addressing the tree. This immediately creates empathy for both the tree and her people. By the last line she has emphasised this with the pronoun “us” to show that they suffer a similar fate. This poem expresses how life in Australia has changes especially for Aboriginal people. In the first half of the poem Oodjeroo is talking about how life was for her and others. It explores the changes in society and the displacement of the Aboriginal people from their land. “Whose head hung…Its hopelessness”, the author uses this as further re-iteration of the immorality of the situation and by the use of analogy comparing the tree to her people to further emphasise the shame and lack control of that the Europeans have inflicted upon her and the environment. Oodjeroo uses extended metaphor technique in the very first line of the poem ‘Hard bitumen around your feet’. This means that the gumtree has been placed in the city scape where it is suppressed and not allowed to spread out and be unique in its own way. This is clear and immanently direct link to the pain and suffering endured by the Aborigines post European settlement. Oodjeroo uses vivid language to present these ideas. For example the use of the word castrated is very effective. The connotation of the word is very demeaning. With castration often comes a sense of a loss of pride and power. The word castration is symbolic of how Oodjeroo feels the European have treated Aboriginal people and the environment. Castration also refers to the fact that what is done is done. Nothing can undo what they did and the damaged they have caused. Other symbolism includes the title “Municipal Gum”, municipal meaning community, implies that the gumtree belongs to the community. One of the vast differences between European and Aboriginal law is that Aboriginal people did not believe in the ownership of land or of animals and plants. Municipal Gum is a reference to the Europeans assumptions that everything is theirs to own and control. The rhetorical question, “O fellow citizen, What have they done to us?” is the conclusion of the implications that have been made throughout the poem. Oodjeroo, is advocating for her people and all things wronged by the controlling behaviour of the Europeans. Rhetorical questions are used to provoke thought and to stimulate a pre-determined response. “What have they done to us?” They have “castrated, broken… strapped and buckled” and ultimately changed things to a point that they cannot be fixed. In conclusion, Municipal Gum is a poem about the constrictions and change that the European invaders forced upon the Aboriginal community and the environment she believes that the Europeans have deemed themselves ever powerful and practice their power in a manner that is immoral.
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Manning up in Texas Geldof overdose needles at the bed stand starlet comatose California dreaming killer meets demise hurling in a taxi puke fee on the rise Fighting in the Gaza Jordan's holy war rebels on a mission Jihad underscore The North Korean riddle pales in grand design crisis on the border planes fall from the sky Cooking on a deadline tempting tapenades herbs are in the spotlight wines that give a nod Google maps the body DOW at record highs Uber comes to market corn is on the rise Apple on its earnings Caterpillar dead European sanctions banks have **** the bed Clippers threaten boycott Longhorns follow purge Lynch is out of training camp James is on the verge Leinart taking *** shots coughing up a lung lions take a licking fans are throwing dung Another day in Vegas Primm from A-Z rolling out an ankle a flying SUV Quiet tempting spaces made better by design multi color pea coat silence fuels the mind Stabbing in the subway goat caught in a well apes are selling tickets (but leave behind a smell) Puberty on trial a man without a head teachers feel alone lets take them to the shed! Jonah's tomb destroyed wreckage in Mumbai Sugar Daddy sites Freedom 85 The immigrant debate Russia's mounting toll unions on a mission heads are gonna roll Beaches for the nudists hotels on the cheap the best generic brands a list you have to keep! Planning your estate questions from the camp a mansion up for sale where once they filmed The Champ Midwives threaten action aboriginal act truckers want concessions that train has left the track Sharks are found in Fundy a prized but perilous catch food we love to hate the most an irrefutable batch A family on the brink I want my kids to fail! politicians drains all hope a ban on Israel Follow out each headline let the columns be your guide all these things did happen the day that Newhouse died
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
The Day That Robert Newhouse Died
Manning up in Texas Geldof overdose needles at the bed stand starlet comatose California dreaming killer meets demise hurling in a taxi puke fee on the rise Fighting in the Gaza Jordan's holy war rebels on a mission Jihad underscore The North Korean riddle pales in grand design crisis on the border planes fall from the sky Cooking on a deadline tempting tapenades herbs are in the spotlight wines that give a nod Google maps the body DOW at record highs Uber comes to market corn is on the rise Apple on its earnings Caterpillar dead European sanctions banks have **** the bed Clippers threaten boycott Longhorns follow purge Lynch is out of training camp James is on the verge Leinart taking *** shots coughing up a lung lions take a licking fans are throwing dung Another day in Vegas Primm from A-Z rolling out an ankle a flying SUV Quiet tempting spaces made better by design multi color pea coat silence fuels the mind Stabbing in the subway goat caught in a well apes are selling tickets (but leave behind a smell) Puberty on trial a man without a head teachers feel alone lets take them to the shed! Jonah's tomb destroyed wreckage in Mumbai Sugar Daddy sites Freedom 85 The immigrant debate Russia's mounting toll unions on a mission heads are gonna roll Beaches for the nudists hotels on the cheap the best generic brands a list you have to keep! Planning your estate questions from the camp a mansion up for sale where once they filmed The Champ Midwives threaten action aboriginal act truckers want concessions that train has left the track Sharks are found in Fundy a prized but perilous catch food we love to hate the most an irrefutable batch A family on the brink I want my kids to fail! politicians drains all hope a ban on Israel Follow out each headline let the columns be your guide all these things did happen the day that Newhouse died
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As lovers we've learned that you are the immovable object, and I the irrepressible force, though our ****** subduction truly terrifies the natives, and has spun much aboriginal lore, they credit us with Monsooning the weather, but looking back, my dear, see the adorable mountains we've made.
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Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 8:04 AM UTC
Tectonic love
I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name! Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient; I see that the word of my city is that word up there, Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb, with tall and wonderful spires, Rich, hemm’d thick all around with sailships and steamships—an island sixteen miles long, solid-founded, Numberless crowded streets—high growths of iron, slender, strong, light, splendidly uprising toward clear skies; Tide swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sundown, The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining islands, the heights, the villas, The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the lighters, the ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers well-model’d; The down-town streets, the jobbers’ houses of business—the houses of business of the ship-merchants, and money-brokers—the river-streets; Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week; The carts hauling goods—the manly race of drivers of horses—the brown-faced sailors; The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft; The winter snows, the sleigh-bells—the broken ice in the river, passing along, up or down, with the flood tide or ebb-tide; The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-form’d, beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes; Trottoirs throng’d—vehicles—Broadway—the women—the shops and shows, The parades, processions, bugles playing, flags flying, drums beating; A million people—manners free and superb—open voices—hospitality—the most courageous and friendly young men; The free city! no slaves! no owners of slaves! The beautiful city, the city of hurried and sparkling waters! the city of spires and masts! The city nested in bays! my city! The city of such women, I am mad to be with them! I will return after death to be with them! The city of such young men, I swear I cannot live happy, without I often go talk, walk, eat, drink, sleep, with them!
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Mannahatta
I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name! Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient; I see that the word of my city is that word up there, Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb, with tall and wonderful spires, Rich, hemm’d thick all around with sailships and steamships—an island sixteen miles long, solid-founded, Numberless crowded streets—high growths of iron, slender, strong, light, splendidly uprising toward clear skies; Tide swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sundown, The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining islands, the heights, the villas, The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the lighters, the ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers well-model’d; The down-town streets, the jobbers’ houses of business—the houses of business of the ship-merchants, and money-brokers—the river-streets; Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week; The carts hauling goods—the manly race of drivers of horses—the brown-faced sailors; The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft; The winter snows, the sleigh-bells—the broken ice in the river, passing along, up or down, with the flood tide or ebb-tide; The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-form’d, beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes; Trottoirs throng’d—vehicles—Broadway—the women—the shops and shows, The parades, processions, bugles playing, flags flying, drums beating; A million people—manners free and superb—open voices—hospitality—the most courageous and friendly young men; The free city! no slaves! no owners of slaves! The beautiful city, the city of hurried and sparkling waters! the city of spires and masts! The city nested in bays! my city! The city of such women, I am mad to be with them! I will return after death to be with them! The city of such young men, I swear I cannot live happy, without I often go talk, walk, eat, drink, sleep, with them!
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Freedom and independence are not synonymous We have many freedoms But zero independence Independence is freedom Freedom is not independence What we celebrate is a false holiday It's a cheap *** excuse to drink And set **** aflame What we celebrate is a false holiday Once meant to portray Our braking away What we celebrate is a false holiday That makes life seem like a joke Because we've conformed too much I have the freedom to say whatever I **** well feel like But I am not independent from fear Or tyranny This is America Land of the stupid Home of hatred Everywhere I turn I see Persecution Oppression For religion, *** and race For orientations and confusions For thought and for ideas This is America Not some fluffy dreamland Like so many of us make it out to be Yes I will be ready to admit We are certainly freer than most And yes, I will be ready to defend My country with my words But I can't sit on the sidelines And just watch as my land falls to **** "Happy Independence Day" It breaks my heart that we have to declare a day To recognize independence It's a false independence we celebrate I love the fireworks and the lightheartedness of it all But it's ******** We shouldn't have to label a day On a calendar For historical emphasis Woohoo Declaration of Independence And all that jazz But it no longer seems that way Equality has never existed This America, not an Aboriginal society Pursuit of happiness is impossible Because one person's happiness destroys another's Liberty and justice for all? Yeah right Happy Independence Day to all who believe But as for me Independence my ***
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
Independence Day
Freedom and independence are not synonymous We have many freedoms But zero independence Independence is freedom Freedom is not independence What we celebrate is a false holiday It's a cheap *** excuse to drink And set **** aflame What we celebrate is a false holiday Once meant to portray Our braking away What we celebrate is a false holiday That makes life seem like a joke Because we've conformed too much I have the freedom to say whatever I **** well feel like But I am not independent from fear Or tyranny This is America Land of the stupid Home of hatred Everywhere I turn I see Persecution Oppression For religion, *** and race For orientations and confusions For thought and for ideas This is America Not some fluffy dreamland Like so many of us make it out to be Yes I will be ready to admit We are certainly freer than most And yes, I will be ready to defend My country with my words But I can't sit on the sidelines And just watch as my land falls to **** "Happy Independence Day" It breaks my heart that we have to declare a day To recognize independence It's a false independence we celebrate I love the fireworks and the lightheartedness of it all But it's ******** We shouldn't have to label a day On a calendar For historical emphasis Woohoo Declaration of Independence And all that jazz But it no longer seems that way Equality has never existed This America, not an Aboriginal society Pursuit of happiness is impossible Because one person's happiness destroys another's Liberty and justice for all? Yeah right Happy Independence Day to all who believe But as for me Independence my ***
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aboriginal pre-literate innocent and forever renewed (as if flash flashing back and forth to heaven) one hundred trillion cells of me notice i am noticing them i send them all my love grounding i am walking tree with fibrous light as root grounding i am sitting stone galaxy within galaxies infinitum spinning my body the dance of the universe do you tell me i am anything less? do you tell yourself you are anything less?
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
grounding (for Deepak)
THE ALLAN FAMILY STORY YOU SEE MY FAMILY WERE A GOOD CAMPING FAMILY AND WE HAD THIS BIG ORANJE TENT, WHERE THE FAMILY BROUGHT TO CAMPING GROUNDS, TO ENJOY WEEKEND CAMPING, I REMEMBER CAMPING EVERY WHERE AROUND NSW AND THE ACT AND AS A WAY OF EXCAPING THE NORMAL LIVES ME AND MY BROTHER PUT THE TENT UP IN THE BACKYARD AND HAD OUR OWN CAMPING GROUND, AND I HAVE SO MANY GREAT MOMENTS, LIKE NEW YEARS EVE PARTIES WITH LYLE AND YEAH, I WAS LIKE A NORMAL TEENAGER, WITH SLEEPOVERS IN THE TENT AND HAVING AN ESKY OF DRINK AND SAUSAGES AND OTHER THINGS LIKE CHIPS AND I GOT SOME GREAT PHOTOS ME AND LYLE ARE HAVING A GREAT PARTY FOR NEW YEARS EVE, WE CELEBRATED WITH POISON AND DEF LEOPARD AND LYLE BOUGHT AIR SUPPLY, OH MY GODFATHER, I HATE THAT BAND I REMEMBER WHEN ME AND MY BROTHER WENT IN THE TENT, WE WATCHED TV AND WE TALKED FOR HOURS LIKE ME AND LYLE, WE HAD A HEAP OF ****** FUN YA SEE I REMEMBER LYLE SAID HE WASN’T SCARED OF THE OLD BOOGIE WOMAN AND I AM NOT SCARED OF THE OLD BOOGIE WOMAN EITHER AND MY BROTHER LOVED TO JOKE AROUND WITH US YA SEE, LYLE WAS ENJOYING PUTTING THE TENT UP AND WE BOTH HAD OUR STEREOS, AND WE PLAYED GREAT TOP 49 HITS OF THAT ERA YOU SEE, MY DAD WAS A GREAT CAMPER AND BUSHWALKER, AND BUDDHA’S SPIRIT MADE ME INHERIT DAD’S ADVENTURE BLOOD, BECAUSE, OF MY LAST 2 HUMAN LIVES BEING GREAME THORNE, AND PATRICK DUNBAR, BOTH KILLED AT 8 AND BUDDHA MADE ME AN ALLAN, TO KEEP ME SAFE BUT I WAS A KEEN BACKYARD CAMPER, COOKING ON GAS BBQS AND EATING CHIPS, AND HEAPS OF CHOCOLATES, AND ME AND LYLE BOTH WATCHED THE CRICKET ON THE TELEVISION IN THE TENT AND NEW YEARS EVE, WE WATCHED THE GREAT BICENTENNIAL NEW YEARS EVE CONCERT IN 1987, ME AND LYLE HAD FUN DOING THIS AS WELL AS WATCH GREAT MOVIES ON THE VHS RECORDER, BUT THAT ALL ENDED, WE RAGED A BIG PARTY IN THE TENT, WITH MUSIC AND GREAT FOOD I CAN’T REALLY HAVE *** I AM NOT THE *** TYPE, I TALK ABOUT ***** DONORS BUT ONE THING I WAS GOOD AT, WAS TALKING, WITH LYLE, PATRICK MY BROTHER, SCOTT, AND MANY MORE, AND THE BIG ORANGE TENT WAS FINALLY BOUGHT BY A FAMILY I THOUGHT I SAW IT AT THE ABORIGINAL TENT EMBASSY, IT COULD’VE BEEN IT LOOKED LIKE IT, AND IT’S GOOD THAT, IF IT IS, THAT POOR PEOPLE WITHOUT A HOME ARE ENJOYING THIS TENT AS A HOME GREAT ALLAN FAMILY CAMPING OVER
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
THE ALLAN FAMILY TENT, FOR US TO PARTY IN
THE ALLAN FAMILY STORY YOU SEE MY FAMILY WERE A GOOD CAMPING FAMILY AND WE HAD THIS BIG ORANJE TENT, WHERE THE FAMILY BROUGHT TO CAMPING GROUNDS, TO ENJOY WEEKEND CAMPING, I REMEMBER CAMPING EVERY WHERE AROUND NSW AND THE ACT AND AS A WAY OF EXCAPING THE NORMAL LIVES ME AND MY BROTHER PUT THE TENT UP IN THE BACKYARD AND HAD OUR OWN CAMPING GROUND, AND I HAVE SO MANY GREAT MOMENTS, LIKE NEW YEARS EVE PARTIES WITH LYLE AND YEAH, I WAS LIKE A NORMAL TEENAGER, WITH SLEEPOVERS IN THE TENT AND HAVING AN ESKY OF DRINK AND SAUSAGES AND OTHER THINGS LIKE CHIPS AND I GOT SOME GREAT PHOTOS ME AND LYLE ARE HAVING A GREAT PARTY FOR NEW YEARS EVE, WE CELEBRATED WITH POISON AND DEF LEOPARD AND LYLE BOUGHT AIR SUPPLY, OH MY GODFATHER, I HATE THAT BAND I REMEMBER WHEN ME AND MY BROTHER WENT IN THE TENT, WE WATCHED TV AND WE TALKED FOR HOURS LIKE ME AND LYLE, WE HAD A HEAP OF ****** FUN YA SEE I REMEMBER LYLE SAID HE WASN’T SCARED OF THE OLD BOOGIE WOMAN AND I AM NOT SCARED OF THE OLD BOOGIE WOMAN EITHER AND MY BROTHER LOVED TO JOKE AROUND WITH US YA SEE, LYLE WAS ENJOYING PUTTING THE TENT UP AND WE BOTH HAD OUR STEREOS, AND WE PLAYED GREAT TOP 49 HITS OF THAT ERA YOU SEE, MY DAD WAS A GREAT CAMPER AND BUSHWALKER, AND BUDDHA’S SPIRIT MADE ME INHERIT DAD’S ADVENTURE BLOOD, BECAUSE, OF MY LAST 2 HUMAN LIVES BEING GREAME THORNE, AND PATRICK DUNBAR, BOTH KILLED AT 8 AND BUDDHA MADE ME AN ALLAN, TO KEEP ME SAFE BUT I WAS A KEEN BACKYARD CAMPER, COOKING ON GAS BBQS AND EATING CHIPS, AND HEAPS OF CHOCOLATES, AND ME AND LYLE BOTH WATCHED THE CRICKET ON THE TELEVISION IN THE TENT AND NEW YEARS EVE, WE WATCHED THE GREAT BICENTENNIAL NEW YEARS EVE CONCERT IN 1987, ME AND LYLE HAD FUN DOING THIS AS WELL AS WATCH GREAT MOVIES ON THE VHS RECORDER, BUT THAT ALL ENDED, WE RAGED A BIG PARTY IN THE TENT, WITH MUSIC AND GREAT FOOD I CAN’T REALLY HAVE *** I AM NOT THE *** TYPE, I TALK ABOUT ***** DONORS BUT ONE THING I WAS GOOD AT, WAS TALKING, WITH LYLE, PATRICK MY BROTHER, SCOTT, AND MANY MORE, AND THE BIG ORANGE TENT WAS FINALLY BOUGHT BY A FAMILY I THOUGHT I SAW IT AT THE ABORIGINAL TENT EMBASSY, IT COULD’VE BEEN IT LOOKED LIKE IT, AND IT’S GOOD THAT, IF IT IS, THAT POOR PEOPLE WITHOUT A HOME ARE ENJOYING THIS TENT AS A HOME GREAT ALLAN FAMILY CAMPING OVER
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allocation of supreme alliteration illustrates perpetual contemplation and concentration that dictates a maligned mastication of federal incarceration of elongated complementary probation leaving you cuffed and based on baseless accusations conducted in aboriginal abbreviations masked task force concluding a course of brevity conducted in coordination then coordinating and copulating condemnation for a homeostasis of thought bought scolded eroded and shot inefficacy perpetrating cultural holocaust irrelevance somersaults galactic static of mathematical bombastic smack addict glued shut in a craft attic floral resurrection gartered section of ****** selection she moves fluid through unaltered perfection of cosmic bypass past the point of extemporaneous infinitude reciprocating fortitude of sinews congregating fabricating visuals of vitality soldering axonal membranes on the cerebellum and cortex simulation of sensual vortex demented fusion more blessed I am that which stands to understand the incomprehensible unconsidered options of racial conflicts the screaming round of unaltered copper fiber severing life from the living only now can we debunk the years
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 9:01 AM UTC
White Demon
Dre and the chronic came out like how'd I want it; The g funk gangster now hollywood Prankster with a little of that, you know B funk wankster probably jests was safer claiming when everything hinted in song was stealth cuz it all was health, like if i moved to compton to expose the stealth my friends like my friend Toney too aboriginal to expose himself nuff said and Peter getting **** from all innocence to all claimed are really enemies before the stealth cuz now he's stand bred aboriginal relate like his gained was stand claiming he's green eggs and ham when all i fed him was the green eggs and spam I'll knock first before I was wack as strength to knock confusion the **** out like you in **** dirt; the patience actually was the equal in lengths, **** it all, like i ever needed was precision-aim-range like they all needed me to prove each women given to birth precision like it was deranged strength when i hid from the aim range, all gained in gay haste, to what i as game take: i'll expose the ************ like actual gained raise to ever touch, that how fast it was that when the game takes at *** grabs at tag match when at back when at me..... Strength Triumph Pain
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
My Twin of Peter
sticks and bones remnants of an ancient peoples their song's spirit traces over the land indigenous man your culture inlaid in hand painting on caves and dot paintings painted on bark tools of stone fire stick by creek waters   the midden mounds bear testament to your occupation of these grounds sing em sing em aboriginal your heritage stored perpetually in this place your foot treading its vast expanse generation on generation celebrating the corroboree dance in the enveloping wings of kookaburras and in the bounding of the ochre kangaroo this land is the realm of the original man sing em sing em the history of aboriginal clan
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
Aboriginal Clan
The Creator The original Aboriginal Indigenous   Australians In their Dreaming Uncreated Baiame The Sky Father Creator of everything But who created This creator God Mythological Theological Like everyones Too similar and Geographically Universally spread To be explained by One Big Bang But still I ask Who created The uncreated Creator
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Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 4:09 AM UTC
The Uncreated
there is a sit down place where all have sat before a choice to stay or go some have sat here since first times there is a sit down place where all is all see sit down place
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
Aboriginal
an animal never commits an injustice -a dog -a cat they are true to their nature, and that is quite a lot what of Man? the slaver? the one with all the modern ideas? the one with the white skin?
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC
Aboriginal Walkabout
Open face of demonstration, demanding a new declaration by excreting exclamations to explain to them that there is no place for them to lay their head. You want to erase them, and just replace them again with a new generation that will provide the revelation that will spark the alleviation of the victims of trade that had been played by those trained to wrap chains around them, no longer locked to the ground but running in place nonetheless, circling around at whatever pace has been set. Playing house in the devil’s play-set.   Always alluding to what you wanna play next.   It’s time to resign from the contract you signed, pay all of the cancellation fines, so you can start your own design. The one that makes you inclined to put time into that which will impact the things that you blame for losing your mind. The things, you complain, are a waste of your time, While you sit around and just hate and drink up a glass of whine.   Open innovation can transform into inspirational collaboration, which will then send out invitations to the world to take their own aboriginal exploration which would in turn destroy all awol nations, thus, breaking the boundaries of potential imagination.
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
Garbage Groan
Seems they all know your name. But I can't say the same. The lack of reciprocity could drive me insane! *I've been reading your mind. Set your brain to rewind.* I've a billion different faces, each and every divine. *Some which can't be defined, And if I need remind, Some could snap and peel your skin off like an orange's rind.* Aboriginal gene, Selfish as can be seen, Of Narcissus and a sickness, you'd be found in between. *Pagan faithful, a corpse. Uninhibit remorse.* Take a look inside your mouth, and you look just like a horse! *I've been watching you walk, And I've heard how you talk. I've observed you as your face learned how to tick like a clock.* I'm unable to fear, But now as you draw near, I realize that I don't know what happens when you get here.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
writhing of the fool
With disdain they looked upon one Billy McGee a boy that promised never to be; a rep that’s scarred and scratched, for sure his name’s mismatched as darker skin ya’ever did see on blackish hair with reddish flecks of Billy McGee. A red haired aboriginal boy matches were only a toy and he was caught red handed and always branded the troublesome fire starter. Poor boy had no farda he was stolen in a generation; trouble, his one destination for any of his wild-sown seed. Never had a chance, Billy McGee.
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May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 7:55 AM UTC
Ballad of Billy McGee
Alkira was an Aboriginal girl with perfect oceanic blue eyes. Cast out and picked up by an even more savage and unforgiving world. The world of modelling.
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
Alkira
Oh the outback what you've shown me Uluru is but one piece discovered This is raw and the real Australia Beauty here is vast and wide And wildlife is richer than the people Culture is purely in abundance Knowledge of aboriginal tradition is shared Landscaped variety of same stretched desert Once changed the view is most dramatic Visions of geological change in earths' history Each day makes me want more
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
Outback Love
i. A black vested barbarian From the land of Corinth; Garbed in snowy himation Travelling the Filipino drench. ii. Twas, I was not use to this land There's only a dry and wet season; Mine black snake Boot's Protected me from venomous poison. iii. This ground as mine own Untamed primal eye's; They Pierce through the wilderness Phantom's passeth through thy body, it's their energy as a high. iv. Tis I was greeted By an aboriginal watcher; I met her mother, who wanted me for her daughter I Gaveth mineself to this young queen, mind full of wonder. v. As tis I hath joined, this clan of beautiful native's I consecrated mine Reyna's amour', as we became related; Whilst we danced, around the fire her mother hath built The Filipino bead's around mine neck read " Jane", meaning self. ©Brandon nagley ©Earl Jane nagley dedication ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 7:25 AM UTC
"Isang kaluluwa"(" One soul") filipino tongue
My eyes are too light; My skin is too white; My legs are too long; My accents too strong. And for all these reasons plus more I do not belong. Their words echo in my head, You cannot identify, You're poorly bred, You do not belong, You are not accepted. I am not English, nor Irish, nor Scottish, nor Chinese, nor Aboriginal. I cannot identify as Australian because ninety percent of Australia is from European decent and I. Do not. Belong. Who am I? Who are you? These words, these truths, they rattle and roll in my head as I lay atop my bed. This is my heritage, my family, my blood. Yet I do not belong, I do not fit, I cannot identify without another part of me contradicting it. Please... Pull me apart at the seams and tell me what my inside most gleams like.
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Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
Identity
Manifest your destiny Make a wish, I'll take your memory There is no law, I'm just your genie Planting twisted seeds, to your head from my beak I gave you mirrors, you made the ripples I gave you pillows, you shunned the simple And if you rip the feathers out, and shed your skin like I did I'd bet you seven rainbows, I'd still get in your head If you want me, you know where to find me Crowing by the weathervane, or oozing down the chimney Old man tree, here's a cigar for your tragedy If you need me, I'll be in the clear, busy counting Six for a second, *** for a minute Six for a minute, *** for an hour Six for an hour, *** for the weekend Twenty-four carat-gold stars My original idea Became your original sin Became your aboriginal idea I laugh at the mess you're in
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Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 6:00 PM UTC
666 (What Are You)
Hardly Hidden *for Helen, the High Definition brunette momma among us* there are tracks in your arm ready visible to all those with a personal microscope if one optically examines the empty spaces tween your poem-words.... the exterior all smiles, whooping it up, children, all smiles, tumbling, breaking things, ceilings collapsing, winters arriving, as is the way of the kids and nature, inexorable, occasionally breaking you to smile too Abut to all this is the contentiousness, the aboriginal sense of loss for what once was, plain out in in the secret messages sent and you know you own my all unuttered utter devotion we need no qualification of what we are we are friends, not drinking buddies, the straight out semi-secret fans of each other thousands of miles apart of simple purity borne, you warm me with endless jokes and familial tales and I thank you for sharing, for trusting, me with that troubling notion that I am missing a sorrowful deepening that is after a wellness examination hardly hidden but t'is heard around the world, gunshot to my heart, come to me when ever is understood that this paean ~ pain ~ poem is a simple wayfarer's way of declaring forever I know you are sleeping now, but when  the fall sun breaks, here is hoping me that you break into private tears in private places like the ones decorating me, celebrating the best of what humans can be
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
Hardly Hidden
Manifest your destiny Make a wish, I'll take your memory There is no law, I'm just your genie Planting twisted seeds, to your head from my beak I gave you mirrors, you made the ripples I gave you pillows, you shunned the simple And if you rip the feathers out, and shed your skin like I did I'd bet you seven rainbows, I'd still get in your head If you want me, you know where to find me Crowing by the weathervane, or oozing down the chimney Old man tree, here's a cigar for your tragedy If you need me, I'll be in the clear, busy counting Six for a second, *** for a minute Six for a minute, *** for an hour Six for an hour, *** for the weekend Twenty-four carat-gold stars My original idea Became your original sin Became your aboriginal idea I laugh at the mess you're in
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Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 7:16 PM UTC
666 (What Are You)
I had a lover in Calgary who used to paint the mountains. She was all words and no *** and so I was bound to hurt her eventually. I had a lover in Monteverde. We would take the sky walk to the clouds and lighten heads with wine. I could never stand out from the beauty that surrounded us. I had a lover in Chernobyl who used to collect children's shoes. She was all memory and no life, living in the fallout of love and love's decay. I had a lover in Alice Springs. We would **** and drink in her shanty house and argue through till morn. I could never stand the sight of sorrow and aboriginal rust. I had a lover in every country. They kept me from the sports news with gifts of poets and good music. For all the kindness they had offered, I never had a speck to give in return.
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
I Had A Lover