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The alien aborigines ,  
They are a foolish bunch
Who do as they please.  

The alien aborigines ,  
They are good at everything,  
Like spreading ****** disease.    

They don't see me standing there,  
right beside them.  
That's because they're so easy to scare.  

I don't want to have to **** them..  
But for the planet's sake.  .  
Their future is uncertain, and so dim.

I should clense the planet earth,
Before they spread..  

Stop them all at birth,  
Till their kind is dead.  

I don't want to have to **** them..
Starry-eyed  and saddle footed,  
The cold wolf's gaze is grim.

Cut the throat in the sleep,  
Press real hard,  
So the blade sinks deep..  

You cry outloud,  
As mountains lie naked,  
Your species is too ****** proud.  

The alien aborigines,    
They know I'm here now,  
Theres overwhelming fear and unease.  

I need help badly,
You must come and save me!
They are looking at me madly.  
Think they are gonna **** me,  sadly.

These are the last days,  
Of a forgotten world,  
This is the end of a faze.  

Everything crumbling and dying,  
All the broken spirits,  
Even their souls are crying.  

If I die,  
Send another one out here.  
This is goodbye.
The coin has fallen
Between ****** and Stalin

We all must bare the guilt,  
of the abominations that were built.
Trang Nguyen Sep 2013
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.
This is not a poem but an analysis about the poem
George Krokos Dec 2010
Aborigines and kangaroos
boomerangs and didjeridoos.
Leafy gum tree branch and koala bear
black stump in the middle of nowhere.
Jolly swagman camped by a billabong
in 'Waltzing Matilda' a favourite song.
The wild brumbies roaming free in the outback
a scruffy hobo living alone in a country shack.
Aboriginal myths called their dreamtime
the native Australians regard as sublime.
Ring-tailed possum and wombat
aussie bloke wearing akubra hat.
Alice Springs and Ayers Rock
outback stations and livestock.
Ned Kelly bushranger and his law brushes
the Eureka stockade during the gold rushes.
Laughing kookaburra and old man emu
platypus swimming in underwater view.
Banjo Patterson’s poem ‘The Man from Snowy River’
who went riding down mountain side without a quiver.
Surfers paradise and the Great Barrier reef
sixties rock ‘n roll legend: Johnny O’Keefe.
Anzac marches and the land of the Southern cross
old Cobb & Co. stagecoach used to travel across.
Glorious summer sunshine and winter rains
severe country drought and the desert plains.
Eucalyptus scent and Tea-tree oil
good health remedies from the soil.
Fresh water yabbies and the witchety grub
all make good tucker in the bush or scrub.
Crocodiles in the Kakadu national park
Burrumundi and the great white shark.
Sydney harbour bridge and the Opera House
Daintree rain forest and the kangaroo mouse.
Sheep wool farming and old shearing sheds
Melbourne Cup horse race for thoroughbreds.
Riverboat cruising up and down the Murray
passing border country towns not in a hurry.
Cradle mountain and the Tasmanian Devil
saying ‘fair dinkum’ means it’s on the level.
AFL rules football and big crowds at the MCG
playing one day cricket there is exciting to see.
The Fitzroy Gardens and Captain Cook’s cottage
are there for all to see as symbols of our heritage.
The Twelve Apostles standing along a rugged stretch of coast
a Ninety-Mile beach is something about which we can also boast.
The Glass House mountains are a sight to see and even to climb
by those who consider themselves fit enough and in their prime.
The great Australian Bight and the road on the Nullarbor plain
is a great feat to drive across and be able to come back again.
The local native wild dog known by name as the Dingo
has nothing to do with a game people play called Bingo.
There’s also a game called two-up that some people play
by which they gamble most of their weeks wages away.
Luna Park in St.Kilda and the annual Royal Melbourne Show
are places where you can take the kids to have fun people know.
There’s the local pub where you can go and have a drink with your mates
and is what many do all day long having a few too many in all the States.
This great southern land of Australia has so much to see and to offer
it would be a ****** shame if one didn’t give a **** or was a scoffer.
_________
Private Collection - written in 2002
the system is captured in the psych ward, and we need to get it out




ron was busy trying to understand why people fight with authority especially when

two protestors from an invasion day march, you see they got out their knives and started

to chop authority figures up and eat them for dinner, you see down on the path of the yarra river

there was the peaceful  aboriginal rights parade but mike and his wife yetta were looking trouble

and carried knives and guns to every protest, you see they hated aborigines a lot and when the police caught them

they brought them straight to ron’s psych ward, and they gave them a shot of ****** to calm themselves down

and with brian sitting in the lounge room very happily watching TV, well they didn’t want mike and yetta ruining that

and charlie chaplin said, hey dudes, i was the king of silent movies and yetta stuck her finger up right in her face

and mike said, let me go ya ****** do-gooder, the other patients aren’t safe unless they go to their rooms and lock the door

and then when the coast is clear mike and yetta will complain about this whole invasion day thing, because really

they can do anything in ron’s psych ward, and then yetta said, how about my mum, who gives $36 a week to the save the chukdren

and with me in here, i can’t give money to world vision, you see this so=called invasion day was a living in the past moment

for the aborigines, but the nurses said, this lady is a danger to herself and others because it was captain cook that got all

the credit when he invaded the aborigines land and then patty roe came out and yetta said, how about you tell us your calling in life and patty roe

said, i am george washington , the first president of the USA, and yetta said, you are a nut, you are a nut, 1 big nut, and you are tasty too

ron was in his house trying to research yetta and mikes problems, but the only thing is the A word, and that doesn’t make you mental ron thought

so he rang up the police and they said, they are both delusional, they think they are right into thinking guns are a way of expressing yourself

and ron said, yeah, all criminals are like that, then the police said they hid behind the desk saying what have we done, and before you say it

everyone does that, but mike and yetta dressed themselves in the clothes we gave them and walked outside, and when we caught them

they looked like they were delusional and we want you to give them both a mental health assessment before we pass sentence

and brian said to yetta, are you like B smith from prisoners days, and yetta said ******* ya ******* and the next day ron went to his local cafe

and after that, he went to his HDU to give out breakfasts and the morning medications and yetta was put on seroquel and mike was put on

risperidal and yetta told everyone, prison is nothing like prisoner, the screws don’t care for you as much as the show prisoner and mike said to charlie,

what the **** are ya looking at and charlie said, i am looking at a protest hating white arrogant racist **** and ron brought yetta and mike to

the hearing voices talk but that did no good and then they had lunch and according to yetta it was crap, and ron brought them along to the

afternoon art group and they enjoyed that cause they drew pictures of people they wanna **** or hurt, but the art teacher was no where near impressed

and then they had dinner and their nightie medications and ron brought out the sandwiches and ron went home and mike and yetta were doing a whiye mans war cry

while ron went home with a pizza and retired in front of the TV and after watching the news headlines, which made ron think, the system is captured in the psych ward

we must get it out
Mea Jan 2013
I've never seen someone like you,
Who are you,  an aborigine from perfect land...
You crush me down,
You tear me apart,
You break my confidence,
The more I try, the ruder you get.
The stronger you tear me down.

To err is human, but not so for you.
You think your perfect, well I'm sorry to prove you wrong.
Believe in perfection, try your hand at it first,
Then, and only then try your hand at others.

*  Personalised and Improvised  
  Evolves to ones likeness  
  Reflects who you are  
  Father of practice  
  Efficient when a true friend  
  Creative and rewarding  
  Time consuming  
  Institution of creative minds  
  Openness to change and  
  Never devastating.  *

Faith is mine, and uncertainty is yours.
Trust is from humans, disbelief for aborigines.
Love for the heart, hatred for the mind.
Completeness in all its goodness is mine,  
Perfection with all its imperfection is for none but you.

We try and you wreck us down,
You try and we break apart.
Let nature take its own time and heal the wounds,
Caused by the imperfect perfectionist.
Sugar strikes us down
You see everyone will have so many spoonfuls of sugar in
Certain foods and drinks
Like Coke and donuts and tomato and BBQ sauce
And Mountain Dew is definately not dew of the mountains it has caffeine and sugar in it
And the brain says have sugar cause it gives us energy well it is just fake energy
I used to drink a big bottle of Coke doing a poetry concert on YouTube and despite I might have felt happy if was just fake happy
I like the colours of pizza and Coke and hamburgers and loliies and other soft drinks but the colours mean nothing
I developed obesity
Because the sugar in my diet was too much
I ate a big rolly poly cake
And every Easter I like the big chocolate bunny
In 2013 I was running to burn all the sugar but I ate more sugar to build up my weight when or if I stopped running
I didn't really feel good great
At the poetry Slam sure I read my poem and was cheered off the stage but I felt very itchy and tired and yes everyone liked me and they thought I was cool but I had cracked feet and tinnea on my feet and now I have exthma on my legs I was very unhealthy
My brain was telling me I need sugar it gives me energy and Coke adds life to your day
Well that is a bunch of crap
Especially when aborigines eat healthy food can give on to sucrose and fructose but then again I did and I got obesity
I have just made a choice to start working with a personal trainer who told me to watch a show called that sugar film teaching me that sugar can really dominate your life in foods you will never think had it but junk food is bad
I could relate to one boy who wanted to get dentures after having very unhealthy teeth
But the pain of the dentist drill
Forced him to rethink his decision still wanting to have soft drink
Even the party drink in alcohol would be bad for you because they can have sugar as well and you can party with water which might be better and you can also have a berry which makes things sweeter like a lemon and a chilli and apple cider vinegar
But sugar is in that berry
You can bet your ****** oath
You see sugar is the big bad wolf of the diet world
brandon nagley May 2016
i.

The atlantian theorists, of the Masonic order,
Wanted a new world, ****** indigenous quarter's;
They came by their ship's, to conceal native truth's,
Only coming for a plunder, to giveth satanic rule.

ii.

The warrior-painted faces, naturally painted by ash and red,
Sawest their shores, being broken by it's door's; mad-men in
Shiny silver, hand's open, yet were fed. Sachem prophet's
Bellowed the harbinger's long afore, now all hast come, these
aborigines weren't dumb; they prophesied this long before.

iii.

The wigwams, longhouses, teepees and lodges, were uprooted from their sacred ground's, the creator's meek were ravaged; as giant bones were taken while found. As hidden beneath the surface, the haut monde made none sound; playing dumbed with Gun's, they ran their fun, fabricating lies, under the America's sun. As tis they gave the world alibi's to be one, O' what hath they done; O' what hath they done.

iv.

First the viking, with dragon ship thunder
came to conquer,pillage and plunder
taking lives without a thought
unwary of the cruelty they wrought.

v.

Then pilgrim's progress seeking new land
would have starved if not for the "savage" man
onward, westward, did they go
killing for profit, pleasure little did they know.

vi.


Grandfather, earth mother and spirit of wild
they watched as the white eye usurped the child
and still, no lesson has been learned
the people grew fat, their culture spurned.

vii.


Most of the tribes are gone away
and America has come to stay
but in my native heart i yearn
to see the Indian nation return.



©Brandon Nagley \Wolfspirit duo poem
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Indigenous harbinger's revealed
I say atlantian theorists because the masons came here to build a new Atlantis, based on Francis bacon and other high masons knowing of the once Atlantis that did exist ( facts out there under sea, why under sea? God flooded earth because of what the watchers , sons of god ( demonic beings did with women mating with them, in genesis 6:2), and the masons came to America, to base a new order ( thus in place the new world order being revealed now, came long ago from the men who ***** and plundered once native land, that once was untouched.) As many don't know 44 of the 56 signers of the declaration of Independence were masons ( not Christian as many want to believe, and being a Christian myself must wake others up to that reality and what's happening before you was planned long ago based on an atlantian theory, as if you know what Atlantis is, many say land of the gods. Though not being gods at all but offspring of the watchers or fallen angels... The giants...!!! That their remains are scattered all throughout your land as Smithsonian museum has well admired to destroying giant bodies 10-15 feet tall over a thousand bodies,!!! And giant skulls and bodies and Skeleton's have been found by the thousands and used to be mainstream news early nineteen hundreds in papers worldwide and especially America, something that the natives knew as truths... What you don't know the chiefs all over America have spoke of these giant beings that used to walk among them matching biblical scripture and world history and native history not told in your school history books because it doesn't match up to a new world agenda world view and mainstream new world agenda that's being pushed in your sights!!! As history channel ( ran by elite and mainstream lies) sais to you one minute giants never existed. Though next show they'll put on is of the gigantopithecus. Lol.. How much truths you don't know thst you really should this isn't mythical. This is reality not just native or biblical truth, world truth hidden for a new orders agenda... awake to that... Look up facts through Tom horn, look up the watchmen channel on YouTube, Steve quayle, you'll learn alot you never knew I knew this for years, yet more I learn daily how much covering and hurt has been caused in this once great place to hide truths for a dark agenda....
Sachem- means a chief or leader...
Harbinger- warning, forerunner of something.
Aborigines- meaning not just people in Australia- meaning original people.
Haut monde- fashionable society...
Kathy Z Jun 2013
I never really believed in the concept called soulmates.
Sure, I could say that I believed in true love.
But to say both are the same,
would be a lie to my ears.

But you-
were different, somehow, entirely.
The moment I met you, there was a frantic beating to my heart,
the muscle that had stayed dormant, hibernating for years.
Sometime around then, the exact time I still don't know,
I accepted that ideal of near foolishness,
awkwardly holding it like a hot ember,
crackling with the fading glow of silver fireflies.

And it seemed like you knew too,
spluttering and grinning while food was stuck to your face,
three years ago.

...And I wonder, if we were both born sixty years from now,
across the far continent, would we know?

"Do you believe in the afterlife?" I asked you, one day-
You thought deeply for a moment; clutching twisted pieces of grass to your hands.
No, you replied finally. It seems to be something created in this life for wishful thinking.
You, were always optimistic.
Smiling.
Laughing.
Even in a less than fifty percent rating, you just waved it off with a grin.
So that answer, surprised me,
to the bowels of my heart.

If the heart was a maze, there would be tunnels in mine,
which were too dark even to see with a melted torch.
But yours-
was the exact white, to my black.
It was so light-
that a person would not see,
but shield their eyes instead,
from that burning ray.

Happiness is so frightening,
because there's always a withering darkness,
wavering nearby to take over.

"You have leukemia."
the doctor told you professionally,
quietly.
the moment those words were said,
you looked gently surprised,
but almost completely detached, as if you knew it all
along.
"Okay." You said those words with a smile
that only I knew was shaky.
"I'm scared."
"Don't leave me."
"Will I die?"
You, who'd been strong for me through everything,
broke down crying for the second time.
In that pressurized space,
it was as if
my conjecture of despair had been confirmed.
Hardship..
sorrow..
during such times, what was I to do?

And sometimes, I would wake up crying. I didn't know anymore weather I was sad or not-
it was too dim to remember.
Because I wished that dreams were reality, and this reality was a dream,
maybe that was the reason.
But it wasn't because I was sad, I think.
When you return from a happy dream to a desperate reality,
there's a chasm that you have to step across,
one that you can't cross without shedding tears.

All your fears became reality.
Your hair started falling out,
You couldn't hold back vomiting, even in front of me.
I cursed how powerless I was.

Finally, you broke down.
"I want to die." that voice that I loved was a mere whisper, quiet against the rustle of hospital bed sheets.
"You don't really want that." Foolishly, I took it as a joke.
You screamed.
"I know the truth! I'm not going to get better! I'm tired of you being so optimistic! I'm just tired of it all!
I never want to see you again!"
Those words stung me, straight into a dark circus of my mind.
And the world, which I thought was perfect as long as you were there, broke down.
"I love you!" That was the first time.
"I love you." The second.
I loved you.
I loved you.
I loved you.
And that emotion hurt, so much.

And I thought, what we needed the most, was to believe that there was hope,
somewhere in the world.
"Let's go to Australia."
And you, who held back for everything,
broke down crying, for the third and final time.
"Yes."  

And little by little, I planned our wonderful trip to Australia.
And after everything was set..
I didn't want to cry.
I refused to look at the darkness.
And pretending that it was not there,
was enough to keep me propelling forward.


And on the train, we shared a cake,
because it was your birthday.
And we laughed for the first time in a while,
hoping that that moment could go on for eternity.
"It's like a dream..to be here with you." You murmered against my shoulder.
"It's not a dream. We'll be together forever."
Forever, however, is endless,
spiraling along with the stars of the galaxy,
and I listened to your voice as we dozed off.

"Did you know that I read a book about aborigines? It said something about how the world is perfect and doesn't lack anything.
After I read it, I thought if there was such a thing like heaven, it might already be in this world.
It's kind of hard to explain..
We don't know what heaven is because we don't have enough understanding.
I mean, people lose each other, even when alive.
It's definitely not easy to find someone after death.
but, you can always search for me.
No matter how many times you lose me.
That's why I'm doing okay."

I wonder why I hoped that that train would go on forever,
without ever reaching a destination.
"Please keep looking for me. I'll always be here."
And a cool pair of lips brushed against my forehead,
sealing that pact.

Suddenly, blood started dripping from your nose,
landing on the cold train station floor,
spots of red and ruby.
You started coughing, hacking.
I ran, as far as my legs would take me.
When I got back-
you were collapsed.
Cold.
Still.
On the floor.
Shouting shapeless words, I ran to your side.
And in that moment, I remember thinking-
Why? Why us?!

And I kept telling myself, over and over again,
not to cry. I felt like if I cried, even the tiniest hope, would crumble to pieces.
And even though I knew from the beginning that there was no hope,
I could not come to grips with it.
i was in the darkness all along.
I was filled with resentment, and remorse.
I cried the whole time

You can come in now.
The voice of the nurse was monotone. How many times has she had to do this before?
When I saw you, I thought-
that person in white,
surrounded by plastic,
that person who's dying,
is that really you?
was that real?

But I understood,
that it was real.
There seemed to be a faint film over everything,
surrounded by sandwich wrap.
It was ridiclous.
At that moment, I felt hatred towards everything.
I even felt resentment towards you,
who would leave me.
"Please..please don't hate me."
You shook your head, looking too dry for tears.
"I love you." That was the third and final time.  
"Forever and always."

"Ah..where are you? I can't see.." You groped blindly with your hand, eyes half-closed.
I clutched it tightly to my side.
"I'm here, I'm here!"
---
---
"Good." Your eyes closed at that, sliding shut with a gentle click.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, but could not make a sound.
Why?
At that time, I wondered.
Who was hurting more?
---
---
The ashes scattered in the wind, flying away along the current lines.
And in that moment I realized..
I was born one week after you.
I had never lived in a world where you weren't there.

It's ten years later.
Can you still see me?
Those precious people that we talk about,
we have to take care not to lose them in this vast world of ours.
And another precious person,
who I love almost as dearly as you,
has not taken the place that you so carefully inhabited,
but has stretched out my heart,
making room
for more.

*Thank you for everything.
Inspired by the novel-Socrates in Love.
Tommy Johnson Jun 2014
Aborigines in the Australian outback  
Among starving dingoes

A drug deal going on behind the bowling alley
And a butterfly knife waiting to be put into someones gut

Show some skin
Then maybe you will get somewhere at the customer service desk
Buyer beware, consumer keep cautious
Lay waste to that place and get your money back

They sold you an amphibian and told you it was a marsupial
The clerk wrote your inconvenience off as null

Off in Puerto Rico there's a cockfight
Pass the bug replant
Dos cervezas por favor
It's a steel cage grudge match
Brought to you by the courtesy of some man who's name I cannot pronounce
I got my invitation to this thing in a basket of tropical fruit
Someplace near substructure homes

I see a man in a bandanna looking at me
He turned out to be a free lance astronomer who has a thesis on starry quadrilaterals in the sky
He thought by betting on the bigger rooster he would hit pay dirt
But it was I who met pay day when I bet on the smaller, faster one

The astronomer had so much hate in his eyes I thought his corneas were going to burst
Be pulled out a blade and chased after me and all my winnings with the intent to puncture my torso and pillage my pockets

But had to go see a man about a horse named "Nunya"
Luckily I got away clean to tall the tale
Should a primitive tribe be civilized?
Are we civilized or savage?


Leave them the aborigines to their home
in peace
their abode in the depth of forest.

But where's their abode?
we cut the jungle and made road
where would their babies be born?
in the smoke of engines blaring of horns
so hard for them to birth
on the dwindling patch of their earth
our Paleolithic ancestors' living fossils
who with iron will
fought bullets with bows and arrows
now falling by the bullies of progress
begging for last living space.

Leave them the way they lived so long
unspoiled with their own education and culture
let them retain their own way of life
and not make them civilized the way we are.
Jarawas, an indigenous tribe of the Andaman Islands, India.
Their population restricted to Middle Andaman is estimated to be around 400.
Encroachment in the name of progress in their core area has made them vulnerable and endangered.
This write is based on my experience while working in the Middle Andaman.
Curt A Rivard Sr Jan 2015
They were first used by the Aborigines who lived in the outback
Made out of a hard wood, if it is thrown just right it will return, come right back.
When molded out of plastic it then takes on the shape of a playful toy
Being a witness and unto all it's magic, children in amazement are now filled with joy.
As for me, I make mine out of a three by seven inch prison commissary envelope. I throw with all my might- praying that you receive all my beautiful heart felt words that are written, that's all I hope.
Envelopes soaring high and into the heavenly sky I want you to know, no longer will they ever have to take me again away and nor no longer will you ever have to cry.
Thank you so much for filling me with your loving hope,
owe it all to you-because, you threw back to me a love filled boomerang envelope.
Hello and welcome to Glebe Park and there is a lot of excitement happening here to celebrate the first reconsilation day and on the main stage we had the griffin ensemble and the music they played was very calm and relaxing and there are a lot of different activities happening all over Glebe Park
Yes, the indigenous Australians will be happy but the day has only just began and about to come onto the main stage is the great dale Huddleston and he is known to be a rocker country singer and dale’s music is very good the first song is Arnhem Land dreams and the next song is an aborigine and I go walking
And dale has a great voice and has the crowd sitting there being thoroughly entertained
And he sang that with so much pride and the next song was written about a place called black fellas point and around me the crowd are walking and sitting buying food and one old man is tapping his foot, very exciting, yeah dale you know how to sing and you are a classic to play for reconciliation day here in Glebe Park
And the next song was about the simple things in life like when he wrote the song his daughter was being born and that was the happiest day of his life and he really treasured that day and now he is about to sing
Home is where the heart is which to me will mean you go off and have all these adventures but when you go home you feel love and looked after and he sings about water and listening to country music on the radio and many more exciting things but at the end of the day home is where the heart is
Dale Huddleston is now leaving the stage and he really showed us is version of aboriginal culture and he didn’t disappoint anyone in the crowd
The next singer is **** whose music represents aboriginal and Torres straight Islander rights
In this world and I can tell you he is a bit of a rapper but his music does really suit the occasion and now he is singing or rapping out the heavens opening up to create the rain coming down which he tries to get people to understand that we need to focus on being positive despite all the problems they have in the world and music especially his kind of rap does focus on the positive
They are talking about making reconsiliation an every day event not just today because if you did everyone would live in harmony with one another
The next act is the feature act named busby Marou and they are starting to sing loudly but cool as they sit up on the high seat this band is from Queensland and they are here celebrating aboriginal culture
They are showing Queensland’s great oceans and sunshine in their music which is a good thing for this wonderful day
This next song is titled full moon
And this song really explains the meaning of this day like as long as we respect that aborigines were on this land first it will be alright and after that they played a song called blue road which was written back in the early days and it has a great beat as well as a great meaning
So fantastic and if you remember the 90s when they had a song called my island home well busby marou did a version of it and I can tell you they are singing it with so much meaning saying whatever you do you must remember your island home will be waiting for you so just do whet you see fit
And each song explains whether or not you make mistakes and you could try and fix it and you fail But that doesn’t mean much because in life you can have fun
And if you play your cards right
You won’t fail as long as you don’t make anymore mistakes
The music is really moving and great and it has heaps of meaning of this day and then after that they played a classic cindy lauper hit girls just want to have fun which was dedicated to all the girls out there and each of the girls starting clapping, yes a very good version of that song
After that they started to play a song to keep the rain away from Glebe Park and as the played that song the sun pokes itself through the cloud, there is a wind but no rain and they make this rain song sounds cool doesn’t it and then they sang a song called the best part of me is you which has a lot of great meaning to it as well as having a lot of people sitting on the grass of the chairs really enjoying the music and they will finish with a song called paint this land which is their reconsiliation song which is an artists song as you look around people are painting pictures of this land from north to south and east to west great song this is
As we are sitting here enjoying the fun at Glebe Park for reconsiliation day we are going to see some great aboriginal music with the didgeridoo as they have got body paint on them and the music sounds quite nice and pleasant
And as the Chant went on two women came on and with the leaves they swept the land clean and yes, this is ever so great and doesn’t the didgeridoo sound great and I can see other people gathered behind the stage to continue this great music and after that they have some audience participation where they made them do a few arm movements and then they had a laugh saying I feel like chicken tonight like chicken tonight and that is what this day is about having a bit of a laugh and I believe aborigines need to have a day like this because it explains their culture and after that they brought all the kids down to do the kangaroo dance and this got the kids really excited and
Each kid is enjoying being kangaroos and we are up to the last act and it will be interested what interesting dances they will perform today, well the first dance is the paddle dance which has a catchy tune and an interesting tune and as I was waking away from the main stage I was walking over to the middle and busker and former voice star Lucy Sugerman playing a few of her very own songs and she is sounding very good as she has performed at events before but for her to be at the first reconsiliation day was a great opportunity for her
And she is playing her keyboard
Well her music I guess is great music for this day and then she sang a bob Dylan song and she sang it very well, well she has got a great voice
She certainly lets out plenty of meaning in her music and then as I was walking out I heard a blast from the 80s with the song let’s hear it for the boys but two great men singers and they make the song sound like it is really cool and I had a great time watching the reconsiliation day concert and I will definately be back next year
Catch ya
HE RAIN HAS COME, I BROUGHT IT ON, IT WAS COOL, YEAH THERE ARE PROBLEMS

WASN’T AS I INTENDED, BUT I THINK IT PUT IT OUT

THE RAIN, THE RAIN UMMMMMMM UMMMMMMM UMMMMMM

AND JOHNNY BROWN SANG THIS SONG

I WAS A LITTLE WANDERER, WALKING THROUGH ADELAIDE HILLS

I WAS DOING THIS CAUSE I LOVE BUSH WALKING, YEAH THAT IS SO COOL

I WAS WALKING WITH MY BROTHER MIKE AND HIS BEST MATE TOM

AND WE BOUGHT OUR NEW AGE BILLY’S WITH US

TO REALLY COOK UP A STORM, WE BOUGHT OUT MOBILE PHONES, DUDES

BUT WE MIGHT LOSE COVERAGE, DUDES

BUT WE CONTINUED TO WALK THROUGH THE BUSH

TRYING TO SPOT SOME KANGAROOS, THERE IS 1, AND THERE IS 2

3 FOR THE BIG GIANT, PANDA AT ADELAIDE ZOO

THEN WE REACHED IN OUR BACKPACKS, TO GRAB SOME SURVIVAL FOOD

AND WE ATE IT ALL UP, LIKE A PACK OF HUNGRY DUDES

YA SEE, I TOOK A FABULOUS PHOTO, OF THE GREAT VIEW OF THE GLENELG BEACH

AND THEN A SUDDEN FIRE BROKE OUT, OUR STUFF, WAS OUT OF REACH

THEN, I RAN WITH MY BESTIE FOLLOWING

AND THEN I SAW SOME ABORIGINES, DOINBG A GREAT CORROBORREE

THEN, WE RAN DOWN THE ADELAIDE HILLS, AS FAST AS WE ****** WELL CAN

WE ALL LOOKED LIKE SOME OLD BATTERED UP MEN

I GOT MY BOTTLE OF WHISKY OUT AND STARTED TO DRINK FOR ENERGY

BUT THEN THE FIRE, WAS GAINING ON THESE MEN, WHAT A CATASTROPHIE

PARTY PARTY PARTY,, WE WERE THINKING AS WE RUN DOWN THE HILL

AND OVER TO HAHNDORF, TO SINK IN A ****** BREW

AND WHILST DOING THAT THE FIRE WAS FIERCE

BUT WE SHOULDN’T WORRY NO MORE

WE WERE SAFE IN OUR USUAL PLACE, IN A HAHNDORF PUB BY THE DOOR
Cliff Perkins Sep 2018
A sudden surge tears through the underbrush
A tumbling tackle of growling fur
A cornered coyote attacked by my two dogs

I stand and watch
Like it's some nature show
More horrible in real life

Strange how long it takes
A good twenty minutes
They must edit those shows

He is wounded, wants only to escape
My dogs refuse, synchronously circle
One hundred and eighty degrees apart

He knows nothing of degrees
He cannot watch them both
So always, one unseen
Dives in to wound him more

Unlike him, I can -
Watch the whole show
From a safe distance

I do

Twenty minutes is an eternity
Death does not come easy

There are breaks
Like rounds in a prize fight
A minute or two for everyone to rest

He lies there in the middle
My dogs nearby
Everyone relaxed and panting
Like friends on a hot afternoon

Perhaps they’ll let him go
He tries but, no.
They continue the carnage

He inflicts a few wounds of his own
But the outcome is now becoming clear

Knowing this, he whines and begs
Like a pup crying for his mother
My dogs do not care

I keep watching

Finally it’s over
He lies there, mouth wide open
Showing his beautiful white teeth
Eyes wide open, showing what I have no wish to see again
His life flashing before his eyes
And mine

The whole time, I just stood there
Did nothing to assist the ****
or stop the violence
Remained on the safe sidelines
A ****** of violence

Only when it's safe do I approach
I take his picture
What was it the aborigines said?
“No pictures -
Your pictures steal our soul”

But I insist
I take the pictures
I steal the souls

His and mine

Cliff Perkins
September 13, 2016
James Floss Jul 2018
It’s not easy being white
As we are so often right

Taking responsibility
To the best of our ability

Helping those less fortunate
Unfortunate subordinates

Separating mother and son
Her to Mexico, he to Tucson

Half-breed aborigines
Removed with exigencies

Native American children
Re-homed by the millions

It’s a service that we happily provide
Duly doing our duty to divide

We humbly accept your appreciation
Of our outrageous Caucasian contagion
Robert Ronnow Aug 2015
Full of courage, winter,
geese fly north. The car
almost wouldn't start.

Drive along the Mohawk
flood plain. Cattails, grasses,
no doubt ash and elm.

Restful tans and browns.
Flat, low, but still city.
Arrive at the interview.

Corner of State and Clinton,
luminous blue corporate logo
between empty store fronts.

That they might not offer me the job
and they might, make me equally sad.
Fly in formation, life for pay.

Young, my boast had been
distances and heights traveled. Now
any road serves well

as the long narrow road to the north.
The cold, quiet solitude of that road
would serve well too.

The story of Sally, the story of John.
It takes an advanced, healthy economy
to produce science and technology

but aborigines may track animals
and draw symbols in the sand, give
each cloud and bird and tree a personal

secret name. And explain according
to a logic for which we need equations
how geese in winter flow north today.
www.ronnowpoetry.com
Big Virge Sep 2014
I move in ... " The Dark " ...
Like ... Deep Sea Sharks ...
Therefore ... " My Bite's " ...
Worse Than ... " My Bark " ... !!!
  
Why HATE ... because ... ?
My ... skin tone's ... DARK ... ?!?
  
Racists ... NEED ... !!!
A change of heart ... !!!!!
  
"Some Aussies" ... seem to ... ?
Think they're .... SMART .... !!! ....
  
Well ...
It's ... NOT WISE ...
to make me ... START ... !!!!!
  
"Sydney" ... NEEDS ...
..... My Poetry ..... !!!!!
  
What makes them think ... ???
it's ... " Their Country " ... !?!
  
"Rednecks" ... NEED TO ... !!!
" Leave " .... The Beach ....
and check back through ....
  
.... " Their History " .... !!!!!!
  
I'm DARK ... like ...
.... " Aborigines " .... !!!
  
"Who" ....
Just like ... ME ...
will ... NEVER SEE ... !!!
  
A time where ... we ...
are ... FREE ... to live ...
and ... NOT ... Witness ...
  
HATRED .... from ....
" Redneck " ... RACISTS ...
  
Trust in this ... !!!
My Darkness ... HITS ...
A ...  Rednecks' Lips ...
with ... POTENT ... scripts
that would .... " Befit " ....
  
A day where sunlight
is ... " ECLIPSED " ... !!!!!
  
Why are ... So Many ... ?
AFRAID of ... " The Dark " ...
  
Yet seem ... Afraid ...
of ... "Truth Filled" ... light ... ?!!!?
  
" Party Times " ...
are .... YES .....
  
.... At Night ....
  
and ... ****** Highs ...
Usually ... take flight ...
Long After ... YES ...
Sunlight Shines ... BRIGHT ... !!!!!
  
Darkness ... Rules ...
My ... " Inner Mind " ...
and helps ... Design ...
  
..... " Poetic lines " .....
  
My use of ... rhyme ...
is ... " WELL REFINED " ...
  
to speak on ... " Darkness " ...
WITHOUT ... Harshness ... !!!!!!!
  
Reality's ... BITE ...
is ... STARK and
.... HEARTLESS .... !!!
  
Racism ...
I DO NOT ... " Harness " ... !!!!!
  
But ....
Darkness ... now ...
is how ... things are ... !!!
  
that may seem ... Harsh
but is ....... " THE TRUTH " ..... !!!
  
So ......
Don't you ... start ...
to say ... My Mind ...
is ... Primed to write ...
Rhymes that send out
  
" NEGATIVE " ... vibes ...
  
I'm shedding ... LIGHT ...
On ... " Racist Fights " ... !!!!!
and ... Other Things ...
Within ... My Sight ...
  
while ...
" Most " ... Ignore ...
Until ... They Fall ...
down to where the ...
  
" Dark Ones " .... CALL ....
  
" DARK " .....
Black Holes ...
to ... BUY ...
  
" Your Soul " ...
  
Don't get ... "Caught" ... !!!
you may get ... " Bought " ...
and find that life ... is just ...
  
..... TOO SHORT .....
  
to ... Reject Light ...
  
OPEN ... Your Eyes ... !!!!!
  
and ... REALISE ...
Walking ... "blind" ...
Won't Help ... " Mankind " ... !!!
  
Darkness reigns ...
in skies ... these days ... !!!
Especially when ... Oil Depots ...
  
.......... BLAZE .......... !!!!!!
  
BIG ... " Dark Clouds " ...
across ... Our Towns ... !!!!
  
Things like ... this ...
are causing ... FROWNS ... !!!!!
  
"Darkened" ... MOODS ...
as fuel .... " POLLUTES " .... !!!
Our ... Atmosphere ...
and Peoples' ... food ... !!!!! ...
  
Oil is ... CRUDE ...
and in ... " The News " ...
  
I'm Saying ....
Can't ... " These Fools " ...
  
... " COMPUTE " ... ?!?!?
  
or ... " Manage " ... things
that need ... TIGHT SCREWS ... !!!!!
  
Clearly ... NOT ... !!!!!
  
They're ... Needing Clues ...
on how this ... Started ...
in the ... " DARK " ... ?!!!? ...
  
Things are now ...
Falling .... apart .... !!!
  
Like i've ... said ...
Reality's ... STARK ...
  
" REALITY " ....
  
Sheds Light ... for me ...
on things ... " Most Folks " ...
DON'T WANT ... "to see" ...
  
..... " Poverty " .....
Breeding ... More Thieves ... !!!
.... " Violence on "
Our ... Darkened Streets ... !!!!!!!!
  
Cash Scandals ...
from ... Companies ...
who have ... "Close Links" ...
with our ... " MP's " ...
  
Armies ... who ...
now ... DESTROY ... Peace ... !!!
and leave more ... " Broken Families " ... !!!!!
  
These are ...
  
" DARK TIMES " ... !!!
  
I think you'll find ... ?
  
Unless you ... " Choose " ...
to be .... inclined ....
to ..... look away ......
and turn ... " blind eyes " ...
  
You may find ... that ...
You'll be ... surprised ... !!!
because ... " Such Actions " ...
are ...... " UNWISE " ...... !!!!!
  
Walk in ... " The Light " ...
NOT in ... " The Dark " ...
before ... Your Life ...
Gets Ripped ... APART ... !!!!!
  
Don't play ... " Smart " ...
cos' ... Nature Now ...
is ... Hitting ... HARD ... !!!!!
and .... NOBODY ....
Can Pull ... " It's Card " ... !!!!!!
  
" Big City " ... Lights ...
are ... NOT SO ... bright ...
  
Just like ... " Class "
Life's Now  ... A Farce ... !?!
  
Do what's ... NEEDED ... !!!
Show Some ... HEART ... !!!
  
It's NOT ...
That Hard ... !!!
  
Before our hopes
and dreams ... and world
  
become a place ...
  
That's COLD ...
........ and .......
  
..... " Dark " .....
Inspired, in part,
by the, Cronulla Beach Violence,
in Australia, and the,
Buncefield Fire in England ......
their eyes were in
a dark disposition
a man of medicine
saw the plight
of these eyes
unto them he'd bring
a wondrous lit view
with his surgery technique
which was true blue

Fred Hollows
developed
and refined
an optical procedure
so his patients
blurred vision
could be cataract free

when the sun illuminates upon the sapphire skies
aborigines in the Northern Territory
and in Eritrea
are so grateful to receive Fred's
miraculous surgery
Kaila George Sep 2014
My tears will stain Mother Earth
As the blood stain from our
Ancestors and forefathers
Bleed upon the ground

We fight for with our lives
As the shackles of shame are placed
Around our neck, wrists and ankles
As we mourn the loss of our land and
Our belief’s of who we are

We are told we are savage
Heathens to be saved
And yet we still wear....
The shackles of shame
You say we need to change...why?
So we can be your slaves
You say we need to believe in your God
Why just to lose who we are

We have been lead to believe
We need religion to be free
Yet we still wear these
Shackles of shame...

My tears fall into a pool of pain
As I cry for those who have...

Suffered
Degradation
Humiliation and
Oppression

Just because of the colour of their skin
Just because of their beliefs and culture
Just because of whom they are
Aborigines’.....Indigenous and free

Kaila George
Until the mid-60s, the Aborigines came under the Flora and Fauna Act, which classified them as animals, not human beings. This also meant that killing an Aborigine meant you weren’t killing a human being, but an animal.

I was very upset when I first read this....An article about Aborigines...it was a very sad artical hence this poem.
I just got home after seeing the documentary movie called the Australian dream which is about Adam Goodes who was my favourite player back in the day and I saw that he was a victim of racial bullyism which was discraceful I never knew that, that kind of racism exists in this modern times and I learnt that people weren’t looking at it as being racist but they were being racist and those people need to be taught a lesson in being moral, I never watched the footy show afl much because it was boring but Sam Newman needs to be taught a big lesson in racism because what he did was racist and Adam Goodes was just sticking up for himself because these words really hurt him, I just remember Goodesy for the great player he is, and I continued to support him as he really won the match for Sydney swans and people shouldn’t hate him because he is black because nobody booed tony Lockett and Warwick capper even if they had weird ways as well Lockett used to nudge a bit and capper used to wear short shorts and they supported them and I em not against these players though I just think it is a bit low to yell out racial words to Goodes I think the country that we live in should honour aborigines after all they are the founders of our land long before captain cook came to invade it
I thought Australian dream was great and I recommend it for anyone who wants to honour the founders of our land and the greatest player Sydney swans ever had, I think it was cool that he got Australian of the year and in fact I drew a picture of him as Australian of the year and he won two Brownlow medals and he was the best player around I remember him taking his marks and scoring goals what a legend of the game he was
I do recommend Australian dream to anyone who wants to stop being racist and to others who really likes goodesy like me, I am not the only one who had him as my favourite player
I am totally sure of that
Sydney Sydney Sydney oi oi oi
On ya goodsey
Robert Ronnow Oct 2017
Plenty of sleep, no more tv, the wars in the Middle East
are resource wars, disguised as religious debates.
So Dad would say.

A beautiful winter day, hunting
season. A Gun In Every Home, in light of U.S. mass shootings
seems an irresponsible poem. 10K clicks

most popular poem on line, NRA enthusiasts and conservative
talk show hosts quoting it. Not really, no worries, poetry
makes nothing happen. Which is something, magic.

               *                     *                     *

I wonder if I'll have to someday defend that poem,
as in a Russian or Chinese show trial, Salem witch trial,
McCarthy anti-American committee or a college
political correctness safety hearing. Oh well.

What does it mean? Doc Wiseman says that's not how we decide
things in this country, lynching and chasing people with dogs.
You'd think twice about bombing Iran if Iran had the bomb.
Assume a defensive posture.

I've been reading Walzer's
Just and Unjust Wars, much like explaining how to tie your shoes,
or teaching an artificial intelligence to walk, talk
and think about God.

               *                     *                     *

The citizenry doesn't need weaponry sufficient to win a war,
just enough to give pause during its normal pursuit of pleasure
(hunting deer on a beautiful, clear winter morning).

Hunting and gathering and agriculture, local and small
or these almonds I'm eating from California's Imperial
Valley and all the water it took to grow 'em.

Slowly
          drip irrigation
                               takes hold.

Technologies
such as the Anasazi and other aborigines used are uploaded
for sustainable survival.

Much good goes with the bad,
school shootings with school science shows, art shows and
      Shakespeare's plays.
How to stop the unhappiness of ISIS

those lonesome souls from interfering with the evolution
of the species? With love. What did Christ mean
(and what did Wallace Stevens mean by imagination)?

               *                     *                     *

Accept (but contain).
Trust (but verify). Ha ha! Reagan was a pretty funny guy.
It must bother a president, a regular fellow who'll pack his suitcase and
      go back
to Iowa when his term is up, to know he's ordered the death
of a janitor on the night shift at a nuclear reprocessing plant
in a proportional response to a mullah's anger. Jurors

in the trial of Boston Marathon bomber Dzhokhar Tsarnaev
have sentenced him to death. For his role in killing four people
and wounding hundreds more. There was no visible reaction
from Tsarnaev, 21, in the quiet courtroom.
Justice. In his own words "an eye for an eye."
Survivor Jared Clowery said he was happy not to have had to make the
      choice between life and death himself but he stands behind the jury's
      decision.

"There's nothing happy about having to take someone's life."
Good people without guilt or gloating. Yet
my thought was now we must forego the possibility of knowing
this young man's mind. There's still time to ask him questions
as in Dead Man Walking. To understand is to love
requiring the patience of the scientific method.

               *                     *                     *

Yesterday's single greatest joy
was solving the equation
T = 2π(r3/GMe)½
for Haley's comet orbiting
the sun.

And sitting in the sun
on a winter day.
tlhago Apr 2015
I'm the one with the golden horn
Speaking the truths of our forefathers buried under our feet
Having died digging gold for the white man

I believe I was born to teach
Teach the Afrikan child of their history
For to face your future
You must embrace your past

They labeled us the dark continent
After they had forced us to dig up the glistening black coal beneath our homes
Which covered our bare backs like the oil they were draining from under our homes
Our homes they took us away from and ran to the ground
To make way for their stone and steel castle

We still work like slaves we once were
To buy back our gold, silver, oil and souls

They buried the idea of us being nothing but slaves so deep in our subconscious
We have lost our conscience and fallen for their ways
We see a fellow child of the soil as a nuisance when they are begging for scrapes of food and warm clothes

They placed Afrika's offspring behind metal bars with the apes, hyenas, gazelles and watched from the distance with crocodile tears at the suffering "aborigines"

Listen to the song in the wind
Your ancestors are singing underneath the oceans they were thrown in
Your forefathers are singing underneath the soil beneath your step
Listen
Child.
.lets make everyday Africa Day
Breeze-Mist Jun 2016
I've never had many
Problems with history class
most of it's pretty interesting
And I find it easy to pass
But the one thing I don't get
The one thing I cannot see
Is why an American high school
Has this curriculum of eurocentricity
We spent three full months
On ancient Greece and Rome
And less than a week
On the Ottomans' home
We spent one month
On Europe's rebirth
And exactly zero days
On Muslim scholars who changed the earth
We spent two full days
On the palace of Versailles
And not a single class
On Mali or Songhai
One month passed
With European exploration
But not a word was uttered
Of Timbuktu's nation
And don't get me started
On Aborigines or Micronesia
In Asia, China and India aside,
You'd think the teacher had amnesia
What I'd really like to know
Is why our curriculum
Spends most of the year
On all things European
In this melting ***
That we call America
It seems that our lesson plans
Need to be a bit fairer
I love learning about Rome and WWII, but I would also love to learn about west Africa or the Pacific.
Twas accursed destiny
     since birth alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,

     viz zit ting older sibling counterattack
thirteen plus chronological gap
    eldest sister struck like diamondback
surrogate "mother" role

     assumed tubby exact
protectorate pseudo fullback
against cruel beastie boys
     bullying barbs

     comeuppance giveback
pummeling spongiform
     gray matter (yours truly)
     fisticuffs she didst highjack

proxy mothering
     kept corporeal essence intact
jilting nefarious nemesis aligned
     (maligning) and stalking,

     this fee-fi-fo-fum
     ordinary bean sized Jack
are runt (arrant) cowardly
     (non lion) nerdy lad owning a knack
courage lack this glum

     older married chap doth adumbrate
     satisfactory accomplishments lack
king, where crazy quilt aimless wandering
     described purposeless multitrack

thus, sympathetic
     to hue men/women nonblack
or decimated aborigines
     once populating Australian outback

existential nihilism would,
     undergirding hypothetical
     unwritten paperback
with little need to prevaricate,
     nor appear as quack

***, one measly **** sapiens,
     who accrued millennial palimpsest zeitgeist
     where, punctured
     disequilibreated psyche dust rack

asper protean (in utero)
     multitudinous setback
soundlessly resonating
     with concussive thwack

as this rickety ship of state
     (a haunted junk ket)
     unwanted emotional ballast to unpack
asseveration, asper assiduously

     preferably welcoming
     dry suction no vac
jar this pawn (knight wannabe
     in his bishop rick) torrid

     me psychological wrack
king within (castle keep)
     complex edifice shackled
     in dungeon with repast constituting.
Ryan O'Leary Nov 2022
If a blind person is

Gifted a boomerang

For Christmas and

Ends up being hit in

The back of the head

After throwing it, then,

It is only logical that

Australian Aborigines

Are to be blamed.

Ps.

This is like Blaming
Russia for missile
strike in Poland.
The chilling darkness with a fright night,
dawned a labryinth with a dead sight,
the roof of the world falling on the wattle huts,
and tremors created, shaking up the earth's crust

The catastrophe occurred without one's conscience
the lightening struck, rocks crumbled,
as the banshee waited with bated breath,
to ask, O God, " cui Bono" ?

The lush green fields flushed,  dancing the lullaby,
thou, who curdled and nurtured us like thy baby,
asking " why thee destroy us, who created you"?

That the graveyard left no place for burial,
the earth created a grave for undead,
I ask you, "O Mighty, where shall I find peace to lay down my soul"?

As the mothers womb evacuate to parturite,
the devil of krakatora arose from the earth,
and created a black hole as smooth as silk,
my heart cried, thinking"Holy Aborigines, cui bono"

with richer dreams slept the human mind,
their thoughts fulfilled, by diversified montony swinging into action, I ask,"Is these flesh worth only to be crushed by stones"?
Ryan O'Leary Jun 2020
In recent years there is
a trend of culling by
killing non native species.

Possum's in New Zealand,
Rabbits in Australia and
Grey Squirrels in Gt Britain.

Attempts at wiping out
native populations by
non native colonials
occurred in America
where the indigenous
Indians were slaughtered
by the millions.

Australia issued licences
to hunt Aborigines recent
as 1908.

Fr. Felice Vaggioli wrote
a book about The British
treatment of Maori which
was banned. An attempt to
wipe out New Zealand Maori
was almost successful.

Efforts were also made to
eradicate the Irish by the
British = Scots Welsh English
known collectively as WASP's.
White Anglo Saxon Presbyterians.

When one has a WASP infestation
what do you do, seriously, what ?

Therein lieth the solution to the US
problem if you answered correctly!
Big Virge Mar 2020
So ..... " Coronas All Around ! " ...

Is Now The NEW Sound ... !!!
But I DON'T MEAN ... BEERS ... !!!

So Now Thinking Is Sinking As This Thing Starts Shifting ...
It’s The Spreading of FEAR ... That’s Shifting Gears ... !!!!

Shifting Ears And Now It Appears ...
Is Shifting Goods For SHAMELESS CROOKS ... !!!

And NO They DON'T Wear HOODS ... !!!

Now Everyday People Are Dealing In EVIL ...
In The Name of Greed ...
While People Concede To This Corona Disease ... ?!?

A Grand For A Piece of Toilet Roll ... PLEASE ... !!!

Certain Aussies Need To Be Cuffed By Police ...
And NO I DON'T MEAN ... The Aborigines ... !!!!!!!
The Crims’ That Were Sent By Britain’s Government ...
Are Crims' Fo’ REAL ... Yup A Virus INDEED ... !!!!!!

But Not Quite Like The Chinese It Seems ...
In Just A Few Weeks They’ve Hurt Economies ...
With Corona Themes That Have Hit News Feeds ...

And Airlines Too ...
When Cabin Crews Are In Quarantine Queues ... !!!

So What’s The Next Move For Political Groups ... ???
Shutting Down Countries From China To Iran To ... Italy ... !!!

Is This A BAD DREAM ... Or A REAL NIGHTMARE ... !?!
Well Now It’s Bio Warfare That Has The Masses Scared ... !!!

So Now They’re Willing ...
To Wear Their Gloves ... EVERYWHERE ... !!!

After Washing Their Hands of CERTAIN Foreign Clans ...
Taking The Stance of Those ... Ku Klux Klans ... !!!!!

But This Time It’s Not Blacks ...
It’s Now The Chinese Who They Want To See ...

DEMONISED ... Like Diseased Bad Guys ... !!!

But It’s Time For Clear Thinking ... !!!
As I Said At The Beginning ...

People Need To Ask ... WHY ... ?!?

Cos’ It’s Easy To See ...
That World Economies Would Be Beneficiaries ...
Well Actually I Mean ... Western Companies ... !!!!!

If ... Chinese Money ...
Saw A Quick Decrease In Its Power Oversees ... ?!?

Something Smells Funny To People Like Me ...

Well We’ve Quickly Seen Violence ...
And Of Course Police Sirens ...
Now Patrolling The Streets ...
To Curb The Increase of This Corona Disease ... !!!

That’s Killing LOTS of Peeps ... !!!
From Over There In China ... To The World GLOBALLY ...

But It’s A Time For CLEAR THINKING ...
From End To ... Beginning ... !!!

But For Those Who’ve Died ...

I Suggest A Moments Silence ...
Cos’ Now We’re Losing Lives ...

To ......

.... “ The Corona Virus “ ....
Well, obviously, it's hard to really talk about something, that's in it's apparent infancy, that's clearly dangerous, but is also shrouded in, all sorts of mystery.

However, as I post this piece, further propaganda and rumour has just reached me, that certainly suggests, that much surrounding this situation, is not all that it's cracked up to be, so, just be careful, and thoughtful folks .... DON'T just start acting out of panic and fear.

THINK, and then do what is necessary to protect you and your loved ones.....

Anyway, this piece is just expressing my initial thoughts on what this virus may well be actually about ........

Time shall tell .........
Twas accursed destiny
since birth (maybe coded in
deoxyribonucleic acid  
since time immemorial) alas and alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,
one common Joe biden his time
for no particular
rhyme nor reason
revisiting mine days of yore,
when protectiveness courtesy
older sibling come
from behind ruthless counterattack.

All equivocation aside,
she/her thirteen plus months
and twelve days
constituted chronological senior gap
eldest sister struck like diamondback
against bullies who targeted me
as a poor defenseless “scape goat”
surrogate "mother" role
assumed tubby exact
protectorate viz pseudo fullback
against cruel foo fighting beastie boys
hurling black barbs
firing verbal slings and arrows.

Escapist exploits to cope
being brutalized, and traumatized
synonymous when Brian Williams,
(not the newscaster,
but neighborhood school chum,
who shared same namesake)
we imagined ourselves
courageous dauntless explorers
while toying with his beebee gun.

Mein kampf one after another
against relentless barrage of flak
comeuppance effected giveback
pummeling spongiform mine
now sixty plus shades gray matter
fisticuffs sister didst highjack
proxy mated mothering
kept corporeal essence intact
jilting nefarious nemesis aligned
jumpstarting, maligning, and stalking.

This fee-fi-fo-fum
bling ordinary bean sized Jack
err runt (arrant) cowardly
(fee lion) dorky and nerdy lad
owning nada knick knack
paddy whack give my dog a bone
a fide scaredy cat,
he/him an aging baby boomer
older married chap doth adumbrate

satisfactory accomplishments lack
king, where crazy
quilt aimless wandering
described purposeless multitrack
thus, sympathetic, and empathetic
to hue men/women nonblack
or decimated aborigines
once populating Australian outback
existential nihilism would,

undergirding hypothetical
unwritten paperback
with little need to prevaricate,
nor appear as quack
***, one measly **** sapiens,
who accrued millennial
palimpsest gestalt zeitgeist
where, punctured, and zapped
disequilibrium created

psyche dust rack
asper protean (in utero)
multitudinous setback
soundlessly resonating
with concussive thwack
as this rickety ship of state
(never confused as fêted junket)
unwanted emotional ballast to unpack
asseveration, asper assiduously

preferably welcoming
dry suction no vac
jarring this pawn (knight wannabe
in his bishop rick) torrid
me psychological wrack
king within (castle keep)
complex edifice shackled
in dungeon with repast constituting
present day long winded conversations,
where she volubly talk yakety yak.
Big Virge Dec 2019
I Move In ... " The Dark " ...
  
Like ... Deep Sea Sharks ...  
Therefore My Bite's ...
Worse Than My Bark ... !!!  

Why HATE Because My Skin Tone's ... DARK ... ?!?  

Racists NEED A Change of Heart ... !!!!!  
Some Aussies Seem To Think They're SMART .... !?!    
  
Well It's NOT WISE To Make Me START ... !!!!!  
  
Sydney NEEDS My Poetry ... !!!!!  
What Makes Them Think It's ... " Their Country " ... !?!
  
Rednecks NEED TO Leave The Beach ....  
And Check Back Through ... " Their History " ... !!!!!!  
  
I'm DARK Like ... " Aborigines " .... !!!  
  
Who Just Like ME Will NEVER SEE ...  
A Time Where We Are FREE To Live And NOT Witness ...  
HATRED From ... REDNECK RACISTS ... !!!!!!  
  
Trust In This My Darkness HITS A Rednecks' Lips ...  
With POTENT Scripts That Would .... " BEFIT " ....  
A Day Where Sunlight Is ... " ECLIPSED " ... !!!!!  
  
Why Are So Many AFRAID of ... " The Dark " ... ?!?
  
Yet Seem AFRAID of TRUTH FILLED Light ... ?!!!?  
  
... " Party Times " ...  
Are YES ... At Night ...  !!!
  
And ****** Highs Usually Take Flight ...  
Long After YES ... Sunlight Shines BRIGHT ... !!!!!  
  
Darkness Rules My ... " Inner Mind " ...  
And Helps Design ..... " Poetic Lines " .....  
  
My Use of Rhyme Is ... " WELL REFINED " ...  
To Speak On Darkness WITHOUT Harshness ... !!!!!!!  
  
Reality's BITE Is STARK And HEARTLESS .... !!!  
  
Racism ...  
I DO NOT ... " Harness " ... !!!!!  
  
But Darkness Now Is How Things Are ... !!!  
  
That May Seem Harsh But Is THE TRUTH ... !!!  
  
So Don't You Start To Say My Mind ...  
Is Primed To Write Rhymes That Send Out ... " NEGATIVE Vibes " ... !!!  
  
I'm Shedding LIGHT On ... " Racist Fights " ... !!!!!  
And Other Things Within My Sight ...  
  
While Most ......................... "Ignore" ...  
Until They Fall Down To Where The Dark Ones CALL ...  
  
DARK Black Holes ...  
To BUY ... " Your Soul " ...
  
Don't Get ... "Caught" ... !!!  
You May Get BOUGHT ...  
And Find That Life Is ...  
Just ... TOO SHORT ...  
To ... Reject Light ...  
  
OPEN Your Eyes And REALISE ...  
Walking Blind ... Won't Help Mankind ... !!!  
  
Darkness Reigns In Skies These Days ... !!!  
Especially When ... Oil Depots BLAZE ... !!!!!
  
BIG Dark Clouds Across Our Towns ... !!!!  
  
Things Like This Are Causing FROWNS ... !!!!!  
  
DARKENED MOODS As Fuel POLLUTES ...  
Our Atmosphere And Peoples' Food ... !!!  
  
Oil Is CRUDE And In The News ...  
  
I'm Saying ....  
Can't These Fools COMPUTE ... ?!?!?  
  
Or Manage Things That NEED TIGHT SCREWS ... !!!!!  
  
Clearly NOT ... !!!!!  
  
They're Needing Clues ...  
On How This Started In The ... " DARK " ... ?!!!?  
  
Things Are Now Falling Apart ... !!!  
  
Like I've Said ...  
REALITY'S STARK ...  
  
REALITY Sheds Light For Me ...  
On Things Most Folks DON'T WANT To See ...  
  
POVERTY ... Breeding More Thieves ... !!!  
VIOLENCE On Our ... Darkened Streets ... !!!!!!!!
  
Cash Scandals From Companies ...  
Who Have Close Links With Our ... " MP's " ...  
  
Armies Who Now DESTROY Peace ... !!!  
And Leave More ... " Broken Families " ... !!!!!  
  
These Are ... " DARK TIMES " ... !!!
  
I Think You'll Find ... ?  
Unless You Choose To Be Inclined ....  
To Look Away And Turn ... "Blind Eyes" ...  
  
You May Find That You'll Be Surprised ... !!!  
Because ...... " Such Actions " .......  
Are ...... " UNWISE " ...... !!!!!  
  
Walk In The Light NOT in ... " The Dark " ...  
Before Your Life Gets Ripped APART ... !!!!!  
  
DON'T Play Smart ...  
Cos' Nature Now Is Hitting HARD ... !!!!!  
And NOBODY Can Pull ... " It's Card " ... !!!!!!  
  
BIG CITY Lights ...  
Are NOT SO Bright ...  
  
Just Like Class ...  
Life's Now A Farce ... !?!  
  
Do What's NEEDED ... !!!  
Show Some HEART ... !!!  
  
It's NOT That Hard ... !!!  
  
Before Our Hopes ...  
And Dreams And World ...  
  
Become A Place ...  
  
That's COLD ...  
...... And .....  
  
... " DARK " ...
Inspired, in part, by the, Cronulla Beach Violence, in Australia, and the Buncefield Fire in England ......
Professedly Plagues Psyche

I do not watch, while
     feigning to sip ale,
nor listen to Wail
ling Jennings poor
     imitation by prophetic
     local aborigines scent
     ting ancestor trail,
while plucking their

     Sing song ukulele
national anthem (tip towing
     thru the dale
lie la of hybrid tulips)
     hearty and hale
     Climatological headlines,
     more like a puffed up
     magical dragon exhale

ling nothing boot hot air,
     comprising a renown folk song,
     and/or futuristic tall tale
that usually pre
     dominate every airwave scale
ling the gamut of
     every frequency 24/7, rail
ling dire warnings,

     and no need prevails,
     particularly for those
     refusing to evacuate,
     and become sitting targets
     like quail caught
     in the cross hair
     for me to know
     onset of biblical pro

     portioned sized debacles
     (since joblessness thy status,
     cuz social security disability received),
     but more pertinently
     dire forecasts rarely manifest
     into monster mashing maelstroms
case in point
     being this predicted

     "three sisters of all hurricanes"
     Florence, Light
     Ning, and Gale,
found this storm chaser
     disappointed, cuz monstrous
     banshee's utter deplorable show
ranked as utter dud at least
     (in my book), they did fail

to wreak havoc
     falling far short
     to flatten every tree,
which limb mit
     to flash flooding
minor inconvenience
     forced every to sail
guy did by those freed from jail.
abuzz with Autumnal thrum

Divine myriad biota amidst
heavenly Lily of the valley
(Convallaria majalis),
he didst imaginatively greet
Edenic heavenly terra
incognita immeasurably sweet

nature's ensemble proffering
Gaia's quintessential orchestration
resplendent sensational treat
natural splendour regaling,
this fellow wayfarer
happenstance gifted autochthonous peoples

espied proud specimens unobtrusive
planted armada, viz sleek bodies fleet,
of foot while me accidentally
risking, schlepping, traipsing... offbeat
winessed unschooled tribe,
yet verily synchronized,

primed, muscled... athlete
their soundless rhythmic swiftly tailored
flit to and fro upon poetic
unshod calloused feet
carefully, gingerly, lightly...
I shod dully tread nsync

toward drumlins upbeat
mouthing, kneading, imbibing... glorious
ebullient choral unadulterated feat
extemporaneously kickstarting crisp and neat
pow hour full rhythm across
analogous macroscopic excellent spreadsheet

inducing their sonorous symphonic
roundelay unfamiliar tweet,
whereby flora and fauna future meal to eat
oblivious regarding mine seat
dated existence, which quiescent aesthete,
yours truly basked,

froliced, luxuriated... complete
as once innocent hymnals kindled atrocity
this observer, spectator aghast white as sheet,
how civilization's machinations didst deplete
terrestrial firmament within one fell stroke
eradicated once pristine unbroken

promises chiseled to cheat
rightful owners expansive swath
over yonder til ocean and land did meet
Europeans scoured seas one after another
lumbering bulwarked fleet
exhausting resources while simultaneous

mowing down aborigines
grotesquely analogous harvesting wheat
indiscriminate deliberate genocide
decimating indigenous tribes beat
defenseless against microbial
weapons of mass destruction,

thus only within third blind eye
courtesy invisible paleface with tenderfeet
strictly envisioned Perkiomen Valley
once abundantly populated
with ample game during cold and/or heat
paradise unbroken stretched hinterland,

where place names mock to pay hollow tribute,
where native peoples no longer replete
vinyl city amidst amidst graveyard
lovely bones turned to dust
paved over by mainstreet.
nvinn fonia Jan 12
may b i m burly but still cool a.k.a Australian aborigines
Ryan O'Leary Jan 2021
Perhaps the two most off
putting words, of which
I'm inimically suspicious.

Aborigines had no word
for free because they were,
until the white man came.

But free as in less than cheap
is even a lower than low cost.
Ryan Air don't even do this.

Government vaccinations
for Covid-19 are gratuitous.
So, there's got to be a catch?
The mail train reached just before the dawn. The city was weeping for its old aborigines. Still, they keep out their invisible artworks across the walls, narrow streets and in the alleys. The smokes of the ancient cigars and weeds still boomerang even in this inexorable industrialization which only drags the civilization onto the hopeless realm. A realm that secretly mingled with west and east. An eyewash civilization of organized faith! Organized looting and organized banditry!
tried to depict what's exactly going on here.

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