"brisbane" poems
hi dudes
i am in a good mood, i am doing the bbq tomorrow
and i tipped
kangaroos over essendon kangaroos won
adelaide over st kilda adelaide won
hawthorn over melbourne hawthorn won
GWS over carlton, GWS won
sydney over geelong, sydney won
west coast over gold coast, west coast won
and if fremantle beat western bulldogs
and collingwood beat richmond
and port adelaide beat brisbane
i have tipped all the winners of this round
i am doing the bbq tomorrow in kippax
hoping i grab the second full winner
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
5:00 am - Happy New Year!
I look like I should be a musician not a poet.
"It's so easy being a poet
so hard being a man"
- Charles Bukowski
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5:14 am - Passing Rocklea, no sign of the dawn.
Coopers Plains station.
3 people get on.
Florescent lights cast a spell of sleep.
I wish I could sleep right now.
Eyelids droop like sad flowers from a convenience store.
I write metaphors like a drunken amateur.
Trinder park - Sounds like a bad neighbourhood.
**** ME ITS WOODRIDGE.
Where even the McDonalds sign is ******
XxXxxxxxx, Xxxxxx Xxxxxx :
She could be fun. So tight, she sometimes felt illegal.
Tight and bald. I would slide up to the *****
She loved it rough,
golden hair wrapped around my fingers
as she was pushed into the pillow.
She was loud in the mornings.
I could feel her tight ***
grinding against my thighs
as I ****** her harder and harder.
Until I came :
either inside her.
Or on her chest.
Or in her
prim
pink
suburban mouth.
Tightening my grip on her hair as the hot ***** spurted against the back of her throat.
The head of my **** throbbing as she gulped it down with silent satisfaction.
That only happened twice though.
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5:37 am - The Dawn begins to rise over the Suburban Nation.
Final remnants of night
twinkle like stars
against the silhouette
of society.
House lights
Street lights
(and the omnipresent)
fluorescent light.
Beenleigh station - A pinch faced older woman gets on.
Business suit, lunch box.
Short hair, glasses.
Her earrings are imitation mother of pearl
(step-mother of pearl?)
She sits next to a window covered in graffiti.
Prim, tight mouth
incarnadine lipstick.
Over in the distance a smokestack cuts through the sky above the horizon.
Trees do mask the sun and sky.
"Hippies; they spend their whole life trying to get to a microphone and when they do, they don't tell anyone to **** off." - The Wolfman.
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5:52 am - One more stop.
The clouds are the colour of smoke against the pearl blue sky.
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6:00 am - Arrival.
Clouds are tinged with fire and blood
incandescently.
You can watch it spread and grow
with intensity.
Taxi driver was a foul mouthed Indian.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
THE COMMONWEALTH GAMES
THE QUEEN'S BATON RELAY
THE POETRY OF QUEENSLAND
IN BUCKINGHAM PALACE TODAY
MY BOOK IS IN THE PALACE
MY LETTER FROM THE QUEEN
PROMOTING OUR BEAUTIFUL STATE
LIKE NEVER EVER SEEN
I AM A BRISBANE POET
THE QUEEN HAS MY BOOK
THE BATON RELAY HAS STARTED
BY HOOK OR BY CROOK
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
Go thunder go thunder go thunder go
We sent the heat packing
It looked like we were going to lose it
But then we dismissed the heat
And sent them packing
We are the might of Sydney thunder
Into the grand final yeah
We are the might of Sydney thunder
Kicking *** is what we do
We nearly ****** lost it
But somehow wickets started falling
We are the night of Sydney thunder
Go the mighty thunder
Put out Brisbane’s heat
Yes we party yes we are great
We did it well at north Sydney oval tonight
The heat don’t know what hit them
It was all the thunders fault
The might of Sydney thunder
Sydney thunder Sydney thunder
Bring on the stars
Go thunder go
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 7:00 AM UTC
There’s a line in a movie which goes something like “pain is good, it lets you know you are still alive”. The obvious question that I can hear you asking is “So when the pain goes away you know you’re dead?” This inevitably leads to a conversation about life after death.
Now that topic can be dangerous if you don’t walk away from the conversation quickly enough, at one of “those” parties, you know the ones; the one you would not have gone to if you knew that the person who invited you believed in the power of healing crystals. So as the bottles of wine get emptier, the part time philosophers get louder and more opinionated about everything from the existence of an afterlife to what was the “real” message behind the final episode of M.A.S.H. And yes, I have been unfortunate enough to actually hear some overfilled part time philosopher postulate a well thought out, theory on the subject at an Italian restaurant in Brisbane and unfortunately was only up to desert so could not escape without missing out on coffee and Muscat and cigars. It was a tough call though. Ah smoking in a restaurant, those were the days, now where was I?
So given the opportunity to choose an activity which you know involves pain, i.e.: Rugby League, running a Marathon, Childbirth or listening to drunk part time philosophers at parties, why would you knowingly throw yourself into any of these extreme sports? Well maybe because the rewards of the end result are worth the pain involved during the activity. So that cool night in that Italian restaurant I sat through Scott’s theory, not knowing at the time if the pain of the story was going to be offset by the quality of the temptations to follow desert. And so that leads me to the reason for writing this. A friend of mine recently wrote. “Apparently any given situation can look good if viewed from the right angle. Sometimes I get cramps!”
Well my friend the Muscat was good that night, the coffee rich and earthy and the cigars cheap but free. Scotts actual theory is long gone from my head but the memory of that Muscat coffee and cigars lingers for twenty years.
I am lead to believe that cramps may be a symptom or complication of pregnancy, kidney disease, thyroid disease, hypokalemia, hypomagnesaemia or hypocalcaemia (as conditions), restless-leg syndrome, varicose veins,[2] and multiple sclerosis.*
So, given that if in fact it turned out that you had one of these afflictions and the cramps lead you to discovering this fact, I would say the cramps; like my terrible dinner experience, viewed from the right angle looks good! Now off to the doctor with you, I’m off to the bottleshop.
*From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
Treasury Casino - 2:30 am
From my seat in the smokers section
I can see the Brisbane eye,
the river,
and the performing arts center.
Streetlights are mans answer to the cosmos
"Everything you can do,
I can make better."
Once it was said that we were made in God's image.
Now we can safely say that God was made in our image.
I am in a quiet place of the universe, the night stretches on
visible through the stately
wonderous
walls
carved of old wood and sandstone.
I am in a suede armchair, winged for pleasure.
The ceiling in this room is twice as high as an ordinary room.
Circular steel ***** hang down like a path of bubbles
left by a leviathan.
My water was poured with panache.
Let me set the scene for you:
I'm in the Treasury Casino, this building was once the QLD state treasury, it never changed really.
Sitting next to window that overlooks the river, a glass of water sits to my left. The room is the size of a double garage, maybe bigger. The floor and ceilings are made of old wood, the walls are decorated with a transparent gray fabric that remindsme of smoke. An old marble fireplace sits in a wall studded with tiny lights that resemble stars or candles. Above me is a series of hanging circular light fixtures that resemble a trail of bubbles left by a leviathan.
This room was designed for, and houses opulence.
The TV plays Eminem.
Peter Garrett dances like a Parkinson's sufferer.
And looks like Disco-Nosferatu.
We have killed the night
and neon power
and infomercials
**** the romance
once held
by late night solitude.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
4:11 am - The nighthawks are starting to resemble pigeons.
Train station is deserted.
An employee checks the bins as the tunnel fills with the ringing of a distant bell, heralding the arrival of the morning train.
42 minutes till my train.
I can smell the acrid fumes of the Ferny Grove train.
The behemoth pulls away-
empty.
At least I'm not existential anymore.
There is an installation of a coffin made from old bits of railroad,
"Not everyone makes it across the tracks"
This reminder of mortality is strangely fitting in a place of transit.
The true face of memento mori is shown.
Remember that you too will die, and everything will come to pass.
It's times like this that make me wish 'The Sound of Silence" was never written.
For its perfection in this moment comes as a burst of pure divine bliss.
The kind you wish would never fade away. But inevitably does.
And all we are left with is a memory of that bliss,
everytime we hear the song (after the first time).
As if we are recalling the curves of an old lover from the shadow of yesterdays gone.
Dancing beneath our fingertips, always out of reach.
Memory is never as divine as the moment that burnt it in.
----
4:29 am - It was ephemeral.
The trainyard announcer has a cultured voice.
----
4:41 am - I fear the muse has left me, beauty fled.
DEAR GOD - PLEASE LET THERE BE A CAB AT THE STATION FOR ME.
Selection 11 gave me the water i desired.
11 minutes till the train.
D.O.B. 11/2
Aquarius, 11th sign of the Zodiac.
Will I see the dawn rise from the train?
There is no light at the end of the tunnel from where I sit.
Inexplicably: I recall the cool river air that bathed us as we lay naked in your apartment,
the smell of cigarettes on our skin, the evening peppered with
scurrying, fighting possums
that danced upon your balcony.
I recall being inside you.
(Then I imagined you being eaten out
by a woman
her lips inside yours,
her curled tongue
inside your hot, bald
golden ****
And I came.
Warm and glorious
my children of pleasure
caught in a latex coffin.
Your heaves of pleasure pushing against my chest
with the rhythm of waves.
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4:46 am - On the train.
Fluorescent lighting is the devil.
Everything is garish yellow.
We pull up to the station near where you lived.
Your blue rose lives in a Chinese vase
and no longer smells
of Marlene Dietrich.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
Women’s afl
Round 1
Geelong. 3. 6. 24
Collingwood. 3. 5. 23
Bulldogs. 2. 6. 18
Adelaide. 1. 11. 17
Kangaroos. 7. 10. 52
Carlton 2. 4. 16
Fremantle 9. 5. 59
Melbourne 8. 7. 55
Brisbane. 4. 5. 29
GWS. 4. 3. 27
Some very close games
Shows that women’s afl can be very exciting not as high scoring as the men but the women played very well
Well done to Geelong bulldogs kangaroos Fremantle and Brisbane
The champions are upon us today
Each game was exciting to play
Each team played well but only one winner is allowed
Unless it is a draw
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
Never down this road did I sing within a tune
Never while I wandered
did I ever think of you
Ever as I walked, I ached right down to bone
Never once your name is whispered
Walking too far from home
Break the spirit spill the wine
flood the river before my time
You can't predict the future when you can't see the past
I yearn for the groove and the rest of the **** that will never last
Take me down I simply do not care
We rebound with others in which we simply do compare
The Summer is gone now
its here for you
Spring is my jester
now I'm playing the shrew
I'll keep on walking until the end of day
With no companion
nor fair sense of play
Just walking down this endless path
Not leaving a trace for others to mark
No telling story where I might have laid
No fleeting glory in this trek I've made
I'll not speak outside the lines
as I walk on down
this great divide
Sit you down with a drink to sip
but beware the bottomless of the cup
for degradation that way lays
as noted by walking
these endless days
Tomorrows a birch boy the **** never seems to end
Old friends past
no trace remains
Happiness is a grand disillusion so let's not pretend
In those pines down
in that humid breeze
is where the past does exist
Buired are my thoughts
somewhere unmarked
is the grave underneath the leaves
From Carolina to Brisbane the weather's different
and always the same
Words passed between poems stories are all just different solutions to the exact duplicate game
No one knows where the wind blows
driving needles from the pines into veins that are on fire
But we keep on walking
Bare feet on black tar
Walking on until we tire
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
a rumor is circulating in gardening circles
on the continent of England
the said rumor has traveled along a long vine
to the down under land
we the vegetable growers of Brisbane
are very disturbed about what we've heard
to us the rumor sounds rather absurd
we've taken it upon ourselves
to send a letter to the British Garden Society
asking them if the rumor has any propriety
sometimes a story
can be misrepresented
especially when the details of it
aren't correctly presented
we're seeking clarification
from those who have the right oil
as to whether the rumor
has any truth in the soil
this is the rumor that has been doing the rounds
and it relates to the High Grove grounds
a Yorkshire man who was sight seeing there
has said that he saw Charles the regal heir
talking to the garden slugs and snails
whilst walking amid the lettuce and kale
we know that his highness loves chatting to the trees
and he's often spoken to the earthworms and bees
we're totally confounded to hear of him
talking to garden pests
and we're hoping of this behavior
the Prince will soon divest
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
1,000 miles from the Merry Christmas muzak in Port Moresby
Fat Brisbane taxi philosopher’s poor mouth moaning season
Navan road Sydney AMEX girl pining for the cold in Dublin
Along with traditional stuffing of turkey ham and trimmings.
10,000 miles to London via sticky Bangkok “Merry Clistmas”
And cattle class envy of First class lounge showers mid-flight
But Jetlag is the same nightmare at both ends of the plane
As we fly across the universe to be home for Christmas.
1,000,000 people flying to their friends and families
Do all those sad, glad, bad, mad once-a-year reunions
Make it to Happy New Year without killing each other
Resolving to be prosperous, viceless and happy again?
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 5:16 AM UTC
Spill the sass in your throat,
Sit in that infectious boat,
and swallow the fire like a Mod 90's Caeser.
Pull that rope of impossibilities,
and swing to the door of happiness,
like the enchanting fireworks in Brisbane.
Climb the ladder of odds,
and kiss the pole of awkwardness,
like Beyonce dropping jaws with her moves.
Misread, mistaken, misled by faith,
and drinking a glass full of honesty,
like you own your mistakes & fantasies.
Funny fulfilled fantasies,
and anonymous swallowed fears,
like a diamond over an opaque rock.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 4:17 AM UTC
a rumor is circulating in gardening circles
on the continent of England
the said rumor has traveled along a long vine
to the down under land
we the vegetable growers of Brisbane
are very disturbed by what we've heard
to us the rumor sounds rather absurd
we've taken it upon ourselves
to send a letter to the British Garden Society
asking them if the rumor has any propriety
sometimes a story
can be misrepresented
especially when the details of it
aren't correctly presented
we're seeking clarification
from those who have the right oil
as to whether the rumor
has any truth in the soil
this is the rumor that is doing the rounds
and it relates to the High Grove grounds
a Yorkshire man who was sight seeing there
has said that he saw Charles the regal heir
talking to the garden slugs and snails
whilst walking amid the lettuce and kale
we know that his highness loves chatting to the trees
and has often spoken to the earthworms and bees
we're totally dumbfounded to hear
of him talking to garden pests
and we're hoping of this behavior
the Prince will soon divest
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 6:50 AM UTC
I look back, was it all worth it?
Saying good bye at the airport pretending like it wasn't going to be our last.
I'm walking to my car holding back my tears, almost lost it.
You got on that plane, didn't look back.
On my way back to Clear Lake I pull off to the side of the road, almost lost it.
You land in Brisbane, didn't look back.
I walk into our apartment look into your room, almost lost it.
You're home now, didn't look back.
I sent you something in the mail, must of lost it.
You're seeing someone now, did you look back?
It's New Year's Eve
I'm here
You're there
I'm alone
You're far from it
I lost it
And now I can't look back
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
when i wake up without my glasses sometimes
i think i'm still in a tent on the side of a highway in queensland
and the sun coming up starts a stopwatch
t-minus 20 minutes until the air heats up like an oven
merrily roasting the blonde figures
on either side of a slightly deflated air mattress.
if i keep my blurry vision fixed i can hear whip birds
and cackling kookaburras and
a vague buzzing i forget as soon as i shift my attention.
i want to push my too-tanned face through the moth-dotted
10-second-tent ***** and gasp wholly unsatisfying gulps
of petrol station breezes.
but when i wake up with my contacts cementing my eyelids shut
i think i'm hungover in a grimy hostel in brisbane
with a different blond figure gripping my hip
and 29 other filthy travelers snoring uproariously in the same room
and every one of them asleep with stories still pressed to their lips
willing to trade for the thrill of it.
and i know i won't be able to find my keycard in the tangled sheets
and anyway, my bunk in my own room doesn't have a ladder
and there's always a german girl sleeping below
with her underwear hanging from the bars i use to clamber up
so i sigh and pass that problem down to future-me
fall back asleep
and when i wake up i have miscalculated
and somehow i'm twelve thousand miles away already
as abrupt as this
but sometimes for a few myopic seconds, my chest feels light.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
chill surrenders to sun
blazing on a sky of deepening
blue. hour of quiet gathering
batteries fallow
this city
matured in two decades
gallery guards
stalking & pouncing from boredom
behind wire people tie
balloons to funk
neighbours wake
up a renovated slope
saturday traffic gathers
swish & hum, truck
accent. weather collects wanderers
friends missing a year
reuniting like
a week passed
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
Do you have a ticket to ride ?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do you have a ticket to ride ?
Only this Eagle’s for poets
You have to take JetStar
Of course no unwashed
Unless you show faith
Having faith essential
As no atheists here
Virtually a reality
Especially here
Air Sea Eagle
To fly up n up.
Into the sky
Careful now
Keep hats on
Experience it
Two hour trip
To Brisbane
Over mountains
Rivers and lakes
In a wink of an eye.
Destination Philip
Experience the spirit.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just a little fun.
A concrete poem. Written by Philip
November4th 2018.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 4:19 AM UTC
Let’s put the pieces together
form the remnants of our broken hearts,
let’s tear down these walls,
without tearing each other apart,
pulled in several different directions,
by several different girls,
each one of them in a way a reflection,
of every emotion that’s ever occurred,
so each one of them is special,
which is why the Single Life is preferred,
On a rooftop in Brisbane,
livin’ the business but the thrill is gone,
still I B.B. King,
still I Stay Calm & Carry On,
no crown though,
but best believe beef still gets ground slow,
all I know is Life’s a trip,
so what kinda trip are you on?
∆ LaLux ∆
Brisbane 2019
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
I'm here in Brisbane city
There are people passing by
I'm staring at the ceiling
I'm getting high on the drugs
Need another cigarette
to calm my nerves
The girls are putting on a show
here in Brisbane city
silhouettes of innocence
portrayed in plays on Broadway
there is so much left for me to say
These dead-end streets
are leading nowhere
Familiar faces in far-off places
My imagination
keeps on creating situations
that's no good for me
I'm supposed to be carefree
But lately, I haven't felt the same
as I used to be.
I want to create a memory
here is Brisbane city
I dialled your number
into my phone
I know you've been hanging on my call
you're a girl with attitude
There are so many things
I want to do with you
here in Brisbane city
Nothing comes easy
I'm learning to survive
with every minute I wait
and every breath I take
I know there's a better way
These dead-end streets
are leading nowhere
Familiar faces in far-off places
My imagination
keeps on creating situations
that's no good for me
I'm supposed to be carefree
But lately, I haven't felt the same
as I used to be.
I want to bear the mark of you
You can see the part of me
hidden under my tattoos
it ain't a pretty sight
when I breakdown (alright)
I didn't want you to see me cry
here in Brisbane city
There are so many things in this world
You've learned a million signs
about reading between the lines
and every time I looked into her eyes
I didn't think to see the signs
that you needed me in your life (alright)
These dead-end streets
are leading nowhere
Familiar faces in far-off places
My imagination
keeps on creating situations
that's no good for me
I'm supposed to be carefree
But lately, I haven't felt the same
as I used to be.
Now I'm sitting in an empty house
in Brisbane city
And I know where I went wrong
But I can't stand this feeling
of being alone (alone)
I can't stand this feeling
of being alone
And I know where I went wrong
But I'm sick of being alone
And I won't move on
You shouldn't leave me on my own
here in Brisbane city
Cakk you up to come around
so I'm not alone in this empty house
in Brisbane city
These dead-end streets
are leading nowhere
Familiar faces in far-off places
My imagination
keeps on creating situations
that's no good for me
I'm supposed to be carefree
But lately, I haven't felt the same
as I used to be.
The spotlight comes on
As I start singing into this microphone
The crowd starts to go wild
I'm drunk
Here in Brisbane city
and girl your wrong for all the right reasons
nobody has to be alone tonight
Because I need you all in my life
here in Brisbane city
Everyone starts singing along with me
here in Brisbane city
silhouettes of innocence
portrayed in plays on Broadway
there is nothing left for me to say
In Brisbane city
Here in Brisbane city
©2018 Written By Benji James
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 5:19 AM UTC
Hey Barty it is good you won the French open wasn’t it
You see she was just a girl from Ipswich town in the state of Queensland and when she picked up a racket from an early age
I always thought she had it in her blood yeah
You see despite letting her opposition in she still came out on top and the pressure she gave her opposition a headache she was very very good
Barty clap clap clap
Barty clap clap clap
C’mon Barty let’s go party
Oh yeah come on
C’mon Barty let’s go party
Ooooooh yeah c’mon
Barty clap clap clap
Barty clap clap clap
She left tennis to play big bash cricket
For the Brisbane heat yeah
But soon after she got back into the game she loves which is the game of tennis
You see she will deliver an ace
And shock the opposition so bad yeah
Then she will play hit hit games
Right till the end till the point is hers
Barty clap clap clap
Barty clap clap clap
C’mon Barty let’s go party
Oh yeah come on
C’mon Barty let’s go party
Ooooooh yeah c’mon
Barty clap clap clap
Barty clap clap clap
As we cheer for Barty
Our voices are losing
And all that is fine
Because for the simple reason
She isn’t losing
She has the right mind for winning
Everyone who likes tennis
Will be celebrating her win with alcohol
Whether it is beer or wine or ***** or scotch or something a hell of a lot stronger
Barty clap clap clap
Barty clap clap clap
Congratulations Ashley Barty
For winning the 2019 French open tennis
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC
Canberra Canberra the team to beat they won 3-1 in the last to bring them to the grand
The crowd in Perth are very sad
Canberra are through to the grand final against Brisbane
Everybody moves everybody grooves
Canberra are the best
And they are prepared to say
Bring on Brisbane beat the bandits
The cavalry are playing well
And they are still apart of the comp
You see as the pitcher pitches
The ball to try and defend this little lead
Go the mighty Canberra
Rah rah rah
Come on Canberra
The fun is just beginning
The championship is just around the corner
Let’s get down and boogaloo dudes
GO CAVALRY there is a little queen song which will
Get you through
Cavs are the champions we hope
They sre only 3 or three wins away so cool
Cavs are the champions
They are the mighty Cavalry
The grand final has one of your hands on the trophy let’s make it two
Sent from my iPhone
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
Come fly like an Eagle
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Come fly like an Eagle
Like
A sea Eagle
We will fly from Sydney
Up and away to Brisbane
So make yourself comfortable
We will fly so high above the clouds
Without the aid of any mind altering drugs
Don’t look down !
Trust in only me
For I am a poet
With the license
A special license
To an inspiration
- [ ] Living your dreams
- [ ] From that Fantasy
- [ ] Into your true Reality
- [ ] Fasten your safety belt
- [ ] It’s just at the joint of my wings
- [ ] Turn off all your mobile devices
- [ ] Now let the poetry begin my friends
- [ ] Write to me with your poetic inspiration
- [ ] Kind regards Philip.
- [ ] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
- [ ] November 4th 2018.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
Years of being **** on
Taken away in a day
The small things in life
All fell into place
A package came in the mail
I got a new tattoo
I booked a trip to Brisbane
I get to see you
The corner store didn't have
The cigarettes I wanted
I tried a brand they had
Kind of glad I got it
I made a new song
On my second hand guitar
It's not very good
But it's my favorite so far
I got the bus for a students fair
The café I went to was closed
They let me anyway
Why? I don't know
Now I'm sitting by a steady river
On the outskirsts of the city center
Just my perfect day and I
The wind blew past and didn't shiver
There's not a cloud in the sky
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
I was sitting on a train
I didn’t have my headphones so
I was listening to the announcements
The woman’s voice is butter light but
A little bit patronising:
“If you have an Opal card, please remember to tap-off”
Because what else am I going to do to get through the turnstile?
I’m too short to jump it
And I am not a ghost
And then I start thinking of her,
The woman who gave her voice to a train
If she can still use it anymore
If it annoys her when she hears it on her way to work
If she’s changed it like an embarrassing name or
Moved to a different state?
And do they have different voices in
Melbourne or Brisbane or Tasmania?
And what about the bloke
Who gave his voice to the station?
“Please be advised, smoking is not permitted on the platform”
Which is a ****** ‘cos I could really do with a smoke.
But then again what if
Train Woman and Station Man aren’t real?
What if they were made by a computer program?
And if so,
Did someone have to give their voice to a computer?
But that’s just crazy –
It would mean the robots are coming and
We’d all be gonskies
If they ever learn to think what we don’t tell them.
But they kind of already do, right?
Don’t know the science of it really but
I think therefore I am
Someone in history says this, but they’re wrong
I am therefore I think
Or I am, but don’t think, but am anyway
And Train Woman’s voice is here, right?
It’s speaking to us, but is a thing that is intangible
Still a thing?
And this is why I need to remember headphones –
I’ve missed my stop.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
Brisbane bowling trip day 3
Today was the third day of my tenpin bowling trip in Brisbane
I started the day having a late breakfast at 7-30
And after that I went back to the room till 10
Watching Frasier on tv after everybody loves Raymond
After that we headed off to the bowling alley
Getting ready to play bowling, it will be radical
My scores were 136 and 106 and 116
And, mate, I blew those pins to kingdom come
And then after that I went to the cafe at the bowling centre
And bought sweet potato fries with sour cream and sweet chilli sauce
And mate that was a dainty dish, fit for a king like me
I bought three chocolates and one guy who was fat himself
Told me if you eat too much chocolate, you will get FAT
After I finished that meal, I went to the grandstand
To watch Leckie and Stephen bowl
And mind you they bowled fantastic
I watched Shane bowl with Belinda and Paul bell
That was cool
After leckie and Stephen finished, our team posed for our team photo
And the picture was so close to the bowling lane
We were setting off the fowl lines
It was fun laughing at that, yes it was
After we left there, we put our bowling shirts out to get washed, so
They will be ready tomorrow
And after that we went to the OLD MILL for our dinner
I had chicken parmigiana and I made a joke, of a chicken wearing pyjamas
Ha ha ha ha, very funny
And I had a pavlova for dessert
And I walked home, and went inside to hang our
Bowling shirts out to dry in the cupboard
And watch home and away and the neighbours
And the AFL footy, between port and Geelong
Cats won, and I remembered Matthew Reid’s song
We are Geelong the crappest team of all
We are Geelong we’re always dropping the ball
But the cats won, I wanted port to win😹😹😹😹😹
And now we are off to bed, goodnight
At the club we were remembering all the home and away and neighbours
Stars
Now we are off to bed
Good night😌😌😌😌😌😌
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 7:36 AM UTC