"flinders" poems
Time moved through me
forgetting to carry me
with her.
And I waited.
Like the businessman
at Flinders Street Station
- stagnant -
while the world passed him by,
and time moved through him,
in fast motion;
forgetting to whisper past
his cheek
and sweep the petals
from his eyes.
For he carries a garden inside,
but all gardens
need time.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 1:58 AM UTC
The Ninth Battalion (Australia)
By Sun-filled day and frosty night,
O’er rugged hills and desert sand,
We learned to work as teams, to fight
In jungles of another land.
From every city, State and town,
All the lovely countryside,
Impelled by grim war’s cold, bleak frown,
Gathered we at fair Woodside.
And some of us were volunteers,
But mostly we young conscripts were,
With youthful hopes, ambitions, fears;
Young men’s dreams of love were there.
And lusts, for we weren’t choir boys,
Nor simpering wowser, nor old maid.
We searched for brawling, drinking joys
And chased the girls of Adelaide.
Oh Adelaide, what wondrous pubs,
The Rundle, Gresham (Mind you Roy?),
The Western, Finden, all were hubs
Of social, sinful, youthful joy.
But scarce the city trips sublime.
Beneath the awesome stars our home.
And Sun-bronzed we became with time,
Leigh Creek, Cultana, ours to roam.
At Murray Bridge we fired our weapons, honed our drills;
Formed Section and Platoon at Humbug Scrub, and that was fun.
We dug-dug-dug to prove to them that be our skills,
And by night stood freezing piquet on the gun.
Canungra’s forest, where chilled to bone
We learned to ambush and by sudden flare to ****
The Flinders Range, those hills of stone.
Shoalwater Bay did prove our skill.
And at the last and having passed our nation’s test,
(for some a final accolade)
And to that question answered yes,
We made farewell to Adelaide.
At Murray Bridge we fired our weapons, honed our drills;
Formed Section and Platoon at Humbug Scrub, and that was fun.
We dug-dug-dug to prove to them that be our skills,
And by night stood freezing piquet on the gun.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 2:51 AM UTC
Under the clocks there was a man
Whom I saw beside the ticket machine.
Passengers of the train
Come and go
Towards a destination of their own,
But he seems already at home
Under the clocks, below the railways;
Or is the station his only find?
Dressed in confusion and mental
Isolation from the sight of
Busy Melbournians.
Left to be sold to
First impressions and
Entertainment for the passersby,
But he receives none
Of their trampling feet
And their questioning eyes:
For when he shouted mumbling
Words at men with
Badges and gun machines,
As they did their inspection
In and out of his clothes and his
Bare feet,
He knows one thing and
One thing only -
He has a place to go,
But where?
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
The many natural wonders
That Australia has to show
Mysteriously appearing
So many years ago
Looking up onto the Snowy’s
From the lakes of Jindabyne
You appreciate the beauty
That will stand the test of time
From Katoomba falls to Orphan Rock
The three sisters standing tall
The beautiful Blue Mountains
Where Mother Nature gave her all
Down south of the border
Along the coastline you will see
The apostles and the Loch Ard Gorge
Formed by limestone naturally
The Grampian to the Dandenong’s
Buchan Caves to Wilsons Prom
It makes you wonder when and where
This great beauty came from
Travelling further West
You will wonder what you’ve found
The Blue Lake of Mt Gambier
The colourful Wilpena Pound
Over the Nullarbor you’ll go
Cross the Great Australian Bight
Flinders Ranges far behind you
Slowly fading out of sight
On through the Sterling Ranges
Where the wildflowers abound
Jagged peaks of Granite
Shooting upward from the ground
Then to the Red Centre
The most wondrous place of all
Its colours ever changing
With every day’s nightfall
The Olgas up to Arnhem Land
Devils Marbles, Uluru
Katherine Gorge to Mataranka
Standley Chasm, Kakadu
Over to the Sunshine State
The holiday makers dream
The Barrier Reef, The Daintree
The National Parks of Tambourine
The South Pacific Islands
Blue Waters and white Sands
To the tropical rainforests
Which are further north, inland
Then down to the Apple Isle
With its historic convict past
Cradle Mountain, Derwent Valley
Russell Falls and Tasman’s Arch
The many natural wonders
So majestic and so grand
Make it easy to appreciate
This great Australian Land
Elise L Turnedge
1997
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 7:15 AM UTC
I’ve felt like I was in a bubble,
For the last coupple of days,
My mind has turned to flinders,
Starting to show its age.
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Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC
Forest Of Death
(This poem is based on truth)
As the Sun rises to kiss the day
The darkness promises to stay
The people live a life mundane
Nothing inside to strengthen or sustain
A London fog forever lingers
In the hearts the chard’s of flinders
Their souls damaged and minds anguished
For so many lives have vanished
In every language the words are burning
And they repeat the same warning
The forest has a power of constraining
Known to be literally life draining
It’s worse than that of cyanide
It whispers to the ear and convinces suicide
Yet many for reasons unknown why
Disregard the signs and walk right on by
The mystery of the forest remains concealed
Theories vary, some say it’s a magnetic field
Some say it’s the Devil and his evil way
Just another game he loves to play
They come from all around to see its wonder
As if it’s a spell that they’re under
Knowing they could take their last breath
If they enter the forest of death
Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 12/15/2020
All rights reserved
Note:—This is a real Forest
Located in Japan—Suicide forest
Aokigahara. —fascinating strange and true
Research—Japans Suicide forest
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC