"queensland" poems
There once was beauty beyond belief
In far north Queensland’s barrier reef
Beneath the surface of the sea
There lay a world of fantasy
Amid the shallows of the deep
Countless crustaceans crawled and creeped
A place so different from the land
Until it was touched by humans hand
Now polluted by plastic sedimentary and decay
Has our only solution been washed away
Once a wondrous landmark to behold
Gone in a heart beat, the oceans tale, told
Although there a politicians that still deny
A warming ozone will bid the coral colours goodbye
Littered white graveyards accomplished the sin
If only we had thrown our ******* in the bin
A tremendous story of ecological distress
Hopefully we can learn from this disastrous mess
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 8:18 AM UTC
“Congratulations
You managed being five feet above the ground”
Said a man who
Can’t contain a slight, sardonic sound
The situation:
He’s reading eating magazines from the coast of Spain
And yelling himself blue
For the jeepney won’t hurry in the pouring rain
He smashed his head on the glass
Wishing for a train
It nearly cracked / but his
New cadence sounded quite sane
“Congratulations
You took five before you smoked the first one down”
Said a man who
Complimented me for sinking above the ground
“It’s estimation
I might trip before a wheel enters our lane”
I yelled the truth
At this moment, his presence started to stain
A boat that had already passed us
Yelled, “All aboard!”
We weren’t sure it would float
But it had a great deal of cords
Then we clambered on
There was a myriad of golden spades
Two for every buried fool
That was forced to stay
The stench was concealed
By the satisfied old man
A woman muttered
That she was headed to Queensland
A driver viciously flung his arms
Into the air, in apt alarm
The intersection’s volley
Aimed for the starboard
Everyone reached for the mast,
Hoping to soar
“Congratulations
You nodded off before the lights started to blare”
Said a man who
Lied, ostentatiously impaired
I’m at the station
Then, I noticed to my side was a golden *****
I dug myself through
The mahogany and got on with my day
In the rain
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
Worst part of loneliness is being without you
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Worst part of loneliness is being without you.
On most days I can fill my life with something
Rather than nothing or feeling sorry for myself
Sorry that now my Darling has gone pain free
Trouble is that we thought we’d live forever
Pausing seldom to think of a reality of ageing
Ageing is deadly. Parts wear out and die off
Reality dawns on us too late. Missed the bus
Typically missed spent youth comes to haunt
On those occasions when tobacco was king
From that day on. The fuse had been lit.
Loneliness now is your legacy to me as I lay
On those days in Queensland when it pours
Never in small droplets. No it really rains. !!
Engulfing the storm drains and rivers n lakes
Like the whole heavens are crying “She’s gone
I ache from the loneliness. I am so missing you
Now I appear to the outside world I cope well
Every holistic solution know to man do I try
So many all the days of the week do I count
Some say they are a great remedy for grief
I argue not ,I think this does work well for me
So in my opinion the loneliness is the worst
Because you were always there to praise me
Exciting my day by your loving exclamation
I love you my darling , I love you , do you know
No doubt in our minds. We loved each other.
God knows how long he plans for me to suffer
Worst part of loneliness is being without you.
I start my day with a sort of positive stance.
Thinking I know exactly what’s in store today.
Having logged all appointments methodically
Only I do it alone. So very alone , very alone.
Unless I come to grips with this I’ll be very sad
Though I hate the loneliness this without you.
You my darling meant so very much to me.
Only through the tribute do I place thoughts
Unnecessary for anyone but you to hear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip. 12 th October 2018.
It’s getting easier at November 26th 2018
With the aid of Gods guidance and Poetry
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
a big fight up in saturn causes cyclone activity in queensland and northern territory
you see ronnie biggs and ted bunny were having a quiet methane smoothie, in saturn
club rings, when they suddenly broke out in a fight, and this wasn’t just any fight, no, it caused
big cyclone activity in quuensland and northern territory and gold coast where my brother lives
has a bif of rough seas, and my dad is making sure that the cyclone doesn’t affect gold coast
and my brothers family, but ronnie biggs and ted bundy had no compassion, and really started
fighting with methane, which is causing the rough seas, and dad, is trying to keep the cyclone away
but, it looks like ted bunny and ronnie biggs are going to get their way, as they, poured methane all over
the saturn club rings, you see, what us cosmic sleepers must do, is alert australians living in these areas
to listen to authorities, and go to a safe place, for barry allan’s ploy to save this world, hopefully there won’t
be any casualties, and hopefully my brothers family will be safe, hopefully dad can save the gold coast
and keep his old family safe, it’ll be a hard job, you see ted bundy and ronnie biggs are still fighting, saying
let’s destroy the earth, let’s destroy australia first, let’s use methane to ruin the whole entire earth, you see
me as cronus is getting dad to help me keep the methane from forcing the cyclones to really **** people, and hopefully
nothing will be lost, but it will be ****** hard, because ted bunny and ronnie biggs are really ****** well ****** off
with everyone, as well as cronus, and knows how crocus’s current earth body is when storms come to cities his
brother or family lives in, decided to hopefully wreck cronus’s life, and his dad barry allan, is making sure he helps
cronus keep his younger son safe from this really fierce cyclone, i know i am going on and on saying the same thing
over and over, but this is a way, to bring all cyclone activity not to take too much control on queensland and northern territory
you see, ted bundy likes the idea of using methane to destroy the earth, to get crocus’s earth body, to SHUT UP, cause
you should listen to your voices when they said methane is a gas, and you can’t drink it, but you can fight it, and the methane
stopped dad from being a boy, but he says girls and boys are equal, and barry allan is fighting ted bundy and ronnie biggs
from having this cyclone get close to my brothers family, but ted bundy liked the idea of hurting the gold coast, and cause
problems for my brother, and barry allan and cronus are protecting the gold coast from a very fierce cyclone activity
and cronus and buddha YELLED OUT
UMMMMMMMMMM STOP ted bundy and ronnie biggs from taking too much affect in cyclones in qld and northern territory
immmmmmmmmmm keep our family safe from this methane cyclone caused by ted bundy and ronnie biggs
ummmmmmmmmmm stop people swimming in dangerous waters, they will be doing what ted and ronnie want
you see, ronnie biggs and ted bundy are fighting each other, and dad and cronus who is me, are guarding anyone who is on the earth
making people too scared to not go in the water, ted bundy is enjoying people going in the water and so is ronnie biggs
because it makes what they are doing so very much right, and i tell ya i tell ya i tell ya, my father, is helping my previous life cronus
ME AND DAD MUST SAVE THE QUEENSLAND AND NORTHERN TERRITORY COASTLINE
ME AND DAD MUST SAVE THE QUEENSLAND AND NORTHERN TERRITORY COASTLINE
save it from the dreaded ronnie biggs and ted bundy, RIGHT NOW
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,
Just "on spec", addressed as follows, "Clancy, of The Overflow".
And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,
(And I think the same was written with a thumb-nail dipped in tar)
Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:
"Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are."
In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy
Gone a-droving "down the Cooper" where the Western drovers go;
As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,
For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.
And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night the wond'rous glory of the everlasting stars.
I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, ***** city
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all
And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street,
And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting,
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless ***** of feet.
And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,
For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.
And I somehow rather fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy,
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,
While he faced the round eternal of the cash-book and the journal —
But I doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy, of "The Overflow".
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Australia takes her pen in hand
To write a line to you,
To let you fellows understand
How proud we are of you.
From shearing shed and cattle run,
From Broome to Hobson's Bay,
Each native-born Australian son
Stands straighter up today.
The man who used to **** his drum",
On far-out Queensland runs
Is fighting side by side with some
Tasmanian farmer's sons.
The fisher-boys dropped sail and oar
To grimly stand the test,
Along that storm-swept Turkish shore,
With miners from the west.
The old state jealousies of yore
Are dead as Pharaoh's sow,
We're not State children any more —
We're all Australians now!
Our six-starred flag that used to fly
Half-shyly to the breeze,
Unknown where older nations ply
Their trade on foreign seas,
Flies out to meet the morning blue
With Vict'ry at the prow;
For that's the flag the Sydney flew,
The wide seas know it now!
The mettle that a race can show
Is proved with shot and steel,
And now we know what nations know
And feel what nations feel.
The honoured graves beneath the crest
Of Gaba Tepe hill
May hold our bravest and our best,
But we have brave men still.
With all our petty quarrels done,
Dissensions overthrown,
We have, through what you boys have done,
A history of our own.
Our old world diff'rences are dead,
Like weeds beneath the plough,
For English, Scotch, and Irish-bred,
They're all Australians now!
So now we'll toast the Third Brigade
That led Australia's van,
For never shall their glory fade
In minds Australian.
Fight on, fight on, unflinchingly,
Till right and justice reign.
Fight on, fight on, till Victory
Shall send you home again.
And with Australia's flag shall fly
A spray of wattle-bough
To symbolise our unity —
We're all Australians now.
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Poem written by Philip October 12th 2018 Ref 026. An Acrostic:
Worst part of loneliness is being without you
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Worst part of loneliness is being without you.
On most days I can fill my life with something
Rather than nothing or feeling sorry for myself
Sorry that now my Darling has gone pain free
Trouble is that we thought we’d live forever
Pausing seldom to think of a reality of ageing
Ageing is deadly. Parts wear out and die off
Reality dawns on us too late. Missed the bus
Typically missed spent youth comes to haunt
On those occasions when tobacco was king
From that day on. The fuse had been lit.
Loneliness now is your legacy to me as I lay
On those days in Queensland when it pours
Never in small droplets. No it really rains. !!
Engulfing the storm drains and rivers n lakes
Like the whole heavens are crying “She’s gone
I ache from the loneliness. I am so missing you
Now I appear to the outside world I cope well
Every holistic solution know to man do I try
So many all the days of the week do I count
Some say they are a great remedy for grief
I argue not ,I think this does work well for me
So in my opinion the loneliness is the worst
Because you were always there to praise me
Exciting my day by your loving exclamation
I love you my darling , I love you , do you know
No doubt in our minds. We loved each other.
God knows how long he plans for me to suffer
Worst part of loneliness is being without you.
I start my day with a sort of positive stance.
Thinking I know exactly what’s in store today.
Having logged all appointments methodically
Only I do it alone. So very alone , very alone.
Unless I come to grips with this I’ll be very sad
Though I hate the loneliness this without you.
You my darling meant so very much to me.
Only through the tribute do I place thoughts
Unnecessary for anyone but you to hear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip. 12 th October 2018.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
you see cronus and barry allan and buddha, has been battling the terrible forces
of cyclone marcia, which is caused by the cosmic fight of ted bundy and ronnie biggs
you see, brian allan was very tired, because he had to fight the terrible winds caused
by ted and ronnie, you see what happening is, kids and surfers and rock fishermen
and all sorts of the yobbos culture, have let ted bundy and ronnie biggs take full control
and ned kelly and the crazy ed gein, you see i just wanted to do tapestries, but, my eyes
were too tired, and i had to put power into these stupid people, who are doing all this
ya know rock fishing, and surfing, it’s herd to understand why, you see, at present i am
treated like a hooligan, but i am battling to keep the cyclones from really damaging the
earth, and there is some people stuck in an elevator, and kids near a poo,l, with high seas,
i know, it is a bit of excitement, but reality why are people allowing themselves to go out
and battle these evil spirits that caused this cyclone marcia, and elvis tried to keep these
evil spirits from killing with the powers of music, here goes
i wanna be, your teddy bear, you see i take out of my bag and cuddle you some more
i don’t wanna be a tiger, tigers play to rough, i don’t want to be a lion
the lion ain’t the type ya ought to love enough
i know you can be found sitting all alone
if you can’t come around, at least please telephone
don’t be cruel, just stop these spirits
i know it can be hard, but baby it it’s just you i am thinking of
and then elvis sang to ed gein ted bundy ronnie biggs and ned kelly
you guys are nothing but evil hound dogs, to trap these australians like this
you trap these australians thinking it’s fun to break the rules
you will never **** these people, no matter how stupid they are
you see these criminals can cause more problems, now they’re dead
ted bunny said, we are wrecking houses heh heh heh
we are forcing people to battle winds while surfing heh heh heh heh
the children caught near the rock pool, heh heh heh heh
people stuck in hotel elevator heh heh heh heh
ted bundy said, i have everybody fooled,
then said he is glad he is dead, because nobody will believe in stories
ted bundy ronnie biggs ed gein and ned kelly making these cyclone victims
think it’s exciting to take the kids to look at the raging seas
yeah, ted bunny is loving every minute of this, every minute, every minute
and even the eye of ted bundy and ed gein looking at the queensland coast saying a loud
HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH, foolish earthlings
cronus barry allan and buddha and athena, are pushing the cyclone away
but it’s hard to beat these evil spirits
I AM CRONUS
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
I'm grateful for my avatar
Functioning well, the odd scar
Often bored of my own skin
I visit worlds waiting within
Physical demands eventually disrupt
Noisy distractions persist, interrupt
When night falls they tend to refrain
Hours may pass, I still remain
Inside transcendental places
Meeting new n' familiar faces
My senses heightened
Existence enlivened
An economical holiday
Safe and far away
From all life's worries
And its incessant flurries
Experiencing new chapters
That my brain captures
Just like "actual" memories
Stored in my treasuries
I'm starting to realise
That each sunrise
Lights a world that I can
Explore as a man
Just as I do with glee
In Dreamland so free
The difference being
I'm no longer dreaming
Choices endure
So I like to ensure
My future gains
By this choice which remains
What choice do I mean?
The ever moving scene
The Present as they call it
You get to draw it
Your body the pencil
With so much potential
Constantly writing
Is the story exciting?
It's hard to know
But I'm keen to touch snow
Which I've done in Dreamland.
Just not in Queensland.
Nor any physical place.
I want to go to space.
Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 2:53 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
So proud to live in Queensland, for all it has to share
For anywhere else, in this great land I really just don't care.
I love the smell of burning cane
The ash flying through the air.
This sunburnt state was my home before I went away.
My wife and kids I left behind, hoping to see another day
I answered this great nations call when I was just nineteen.
That didn't stop the enthusiasm, boy I was so keen.
Timor, Iraq, Afghanistan, before I turned twenty five.
On return home to this state my life then took a dive.
The friend left first, the social life. No more did that exist.
The nightmares and the drinking took their place, to this day they do persist.
My family suffered most of all, my moods went bad to worse.
I went through stages where i almost gave up on everything in my life that had any worth.
I got some help in Hospital to help mend my tormented ways.
That way I can spend the rest of my life spending all my days,
In this sunburnt state of ours, at the family home
Now I only feel normal, when I am alone
I now spend all my time on the family farm raising sheep pigs chooks and cows.They can at least be trusted, I can spend hours and hours
This state is more than just a loc, a place you say you live, Queensland is the only place that has given so much, but still continues to give.
I love this state, ill never move. Till the day I die
Even if they said to me, it's easy if you try
But when I go remember that, I have been tormented, torn and broken,
but at least i lived in paradise the truest words ever spoken
Gavin H
20 May 2014
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
Lined with age in faded denim
Squinted eyes and jaded smile
Sauntering through dusty courtyard
Remembering back here awhile.
Sadness tugs me back to recall
Recall of that young girl when,
Laughingly she stood in denim,
Clear blue eyes which sparkled then.
Tragic how the years have jaded,
Criminal how time applies
A caustic pall to all that’s lovely,
Attitude and tearsome lies.
Wish that I could haul me back there
Roll me back to young and pure,
Pluck the innocence from history
Transit back where truth endured.
Transit back uncomplicated
Back to where it all began
Happy kids in dusty courtyard
Faded denim, making plans.
M.
April 1963
Cairns, Nth. Queensland
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
The maroons scored the first try hooray hooray
It was converted oh yeah hooray
You see it went upstairs and it was decided the try is theirs
So the might of Queensland
Are the first scorers
But then after 5 minutes or so
The mighty blues scored their first and it was fun so fun
Will the blues win
Well that will only happen if
They can keep it up oh yeah
The score is 6-6
Then there was some silly moves but it was cool when the blues broke loose then the maroons broke loose
Until the blues broke loose to score an unconverted try
To make the score 10-6
Making Queensland lick their wounds
And just as the blues scored that try they took the ball and ran it down to score another try
To make it 16-6 poor buggery
Maroons what is happening
At present the blues are too good
And that was the lead at half time oh yeah and the maroons had a very close chance
But the blues are in front
Dude it is great
Can they keep it up oh yeah
Buckaluck
After a few of misses and mistakes the mighty Maroons
Are hoping to have started a small heart attack by racing in
With a converted a try to make the score 16-12 the crowd roar and cheer so loud
And let's hope this game doesn't disappoint the crowd
The blues make this slip up which could be bad for their chances of the second match
The score is still the blues up by 4
But more misses like that
Could be their destiny
It is touch and go for the blues cause the maroons are looking like overtaking the lead but the blues stopped them
As well as an injury to the maroons and this will
Make them conquer all
The hopeless blues knocks the ball on and the maroons get the ball back yeah
What is happening to those hopeless blues
The maroons scored a try to tie it up
And Thurston is the player to
Bring the maroons leading again
Yeah mate yeah he got the goal
18-16 to the maroons
What will the last 2 minutes hold yeah buddy boy the maroons are too strong and bold
As we draw the final curtain
The maroons came back to beat the blues 18-16
They were down by about 10
Mate but the pressure from the maroons was too strong
Cheer cheer the Queensland team the blues played like ****
But as that final
Curtain drew
Yeah we sink down our vb
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC
fools, ,you see ted bunny and ronnie biggs are saying the fools have been trapped in my snowstorm
and in the category 3 cyclone marcia in queensland, nobody listens to the ploy of cronus and barry allan
even if they are trying to keep them safe, and ted bundy who flew around aistralia trying too make
marcia and lam, really ruin australia, and keep these americans trapped in snowy weather, keep kids from
learning, by closing the schools, and cronus with barry allan’s help, was trying to get people to rally together
to make everyone happy, and safe, we can’t save everyone, but we could ****** well try
and then ted bundy said heh heh the fools, thinking these waters are safe to swim in, but ted isn’t shy
he is evil enough to make people lose their lives, we must listen to authorities as opposed for doing the
right thing, you see they call this nature, i call it cosmic attack, a really fierce cosmic attack, nobody can
see the clear sky ahead, in order for people not dying from this sort of thing, and that is, don’t do stupid things
ronnie biggs also is making the category 3 cyclones marcia and lam and a terrible snowstorm in the states
you see these vicious killers are doing more harm here, than they did on earth, they are ruining families
from all over the place, and elvis presley cancelled his neptune concert, to make the jewish messiah daniel
who is his earth body, to think that he needs to start thinking of trying to save people from these terrible
snowstorms and category 3 cyclones, you see, he thinks he is forcing the cyclone probably, but we all know
that ronnie biggs and ted bundy are forcing them, i think this country concentrates too much in celebrating
the jewish messiah’s previous life, and making him sleep like a pack of rich arrogant ***** but even if he
wants to work anywhere, he wanted to get into library studies but instead of that, he is playing all over
the planets, singing elvis is a schizophrenic and everyone seems fine with that, but, instead of looking
at relief web. int, you should help us finish off ted bundy and ronnie biggs evil and cunning plan, to
force the dreadful end of the world, you know what i think, if people listen to lifeguards and not going
out to these fierce seas, the end of the world wouldn’t come, we must pray to buddha, that these people
are safe, so when marcia hits, they are not out there battling the cyclone caused by ronnie biggs and
ted bundy, please, buddha help, cronus ands barry allan battle these dreadful spirits, ,and make the
storm ease, there are a lot of snow trapping innocent americans and all ted bundy and ronnie biggs
can say is heh heh heh, these fools are falling right into my trap
PLEASE BUDDHA SAVE THESE PLACES, MAKE PEOPLE SAFE BUDDHA
MAKE THE SURF LIFESAVERS, WORK HARDER TO PREVENT PEOPLE GOING OUT
MAKE PEOPLE IN THE USA, JUST SIT IT OUT
UMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMM
ronnie biggs and ted bundy are sitting in saturn club rings saying foolish earthlings
they are falling right into my little trap
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
I HAVE A CONNECTION TO
HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN
MY POEM FOR HER 90TH
IN HER REPLY SHE HAS SEEN
MY POETRY BOOK OF
QUEENSLAND OUR BEAUTIFUL STATE
IS GRACING THE HALLS
OF BUCKINGHAM PLACE
SO I DO BELIEVE I NOW
CAN DEDICATE THIS RHYME
TO A BEAUTIFUL LADY
WITHIN THIS MOMENT IN TIME
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
i did have
a man i didn't know
came up behind talking of queensland
and riding the surf in cyclones drunk
he looked wasted
he was beautiful and so ******* scary weird
it was surreal
yeah it was frightening
he was not though in retro
i was thinking within gates
he was ok
blessed
and benign
gentle
and not quite there
childlike and on the loose
although he was happy striding into the waves
wet jeans and laughing
and who can diss that
under the moon and stars
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 4:29 AM UTC
whispering breeze touching the calm
of the slumbering brine
patches of green fronds on their stems
stark against cloud white sublime
warmth from the blessed heaven above
staving off chill to the bone
stillness and peace yet undisturbed
ocean not showing a foam
island by mist gently is kissed
breaking horizon of blue
such a fine line bordering that
seen as an edge to a few
but to the eye searching and bold
adventure the call luring strong
beckoning offering that yet unknown
a wistful and sweet lilting song
sweet odor of lush green cut grass
mingling in the salt air
west of the reef gentle the tide
nurtures the sand with a care
where else a calm daily as here
far north of Queensland's east coast
between Townsville and Cairns
winter escape proving this no idle boast
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
I am dreaming of a white Christmas
I say stop, cause it's too **** hot for that
You see instead of skiing and skating on ice
We are having barbecues and swimming in the pool
And instead of Santa coming down the chimney he goes through the computer screen and uncle robbie and jim bob
And Jacob lying on the beach getting a tan and if they are dreaming of a white Christmas well stop cause in Australia
It's too **** hot for that
You see kids are riding their surfboards
On Bondi beach and santa will join us
Everyone is having fun
And robbie pulls out six pack
And said lets get out backpacks
And hike through the kangaroo island bushland
If you dream of a white Christmas
Well stop cause in Australia it's too
**** hot
You see we go off the Queensland and sere the big pineapple and then go down to Coffs Harbour to see the big banana and mum is sweating in the kitchen cooking the Christmas bird
And we go to jamberoo to slide down the waterslide
And uncle Freddie said ** ** ** look at me go
I am dreaming of a white Christmas
I should stop cause in Australia it's too **** too ****
Too **** hot
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
the rain is coming
it is hot & wet
& ten o’clock
when you turn up
in a black
cab
a red
hibiscus
in your hair
it is hot & wet
& ten o’clock
when we talk
on the roof
in a high
bombardment
of positive ions
it is hot & wet
& ten o’clock
when the last
hopeful swoop
of a fruit bat
finds a limb & is still
so some
thing will
happen it will
the rain is coming
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
hi dudes
there is a big snowstorm in australia, and even if queensland, and kids
missed school to play in the snow, i even saw a man chuck a big snowball
at his son, i am going to throw a snowball at you, and i am mucking with the
australians, because everyone is playing in the snow together, a snowstorm
created by my dad, who is now betty campbell, so robin williams next life
can be in a country with plenty of snow, you see snow is awesome, dude
more awesome than just ya know rain, because, just think about it, the snow
is making waves in queensland, and **** fanning, the surfer got attacked by a shark,
and he won and i am mucking with all the cool young dudes, who are playing in the snow
the snow is a falling, a falling a falling the snow is a falling in queensland oh yeah
come on happy dudes, show these real angry dudes, the right way to party, oh yeseree
the snow is icy cold icy cold icy cold
i am not a negative **** i am positive today
i feel i am getting my way, into becoming cool don’t ya say
the past is trying to catch up with me, like a crazy person does
greame thorne is my last life and is keeping the guy who nicked my lunch in my head, in a negative way
so i can understand that kidnapping is wrong, i say i am greame thorne, the coolest kid in the 50s yeah
dad is trying to be nice to me, saying your like him and mummy, because he is saying your still a family person brian
and everyone says i am not a cool kid, i know, i am a nice adult who does my art in a positive way
you see patrick dunbar who is my previous life before greame thorne is trying to get me to do what i used to do
because to the world i look like a negative **** but i fooled them, i am positive
when someone yells at me, i go, i am a happy dude, you are an angry dude
you see my dad is screaming from the afterlife saying, be like me and patrick brian
but that is because he is in a family of cool now, and he doesn’t wanna be cool, i do
but i am cool anyway, you see they are cooking organic food in terragon
cause jimmy barnes picked up my father’s next life and said, i love you, my dear little granddaughter
you see you are no longer apart of the allan clan, we will protect you from your teasing
so betty campbell, that is your name now, dad, barry allan is now dead
sing a song of sixpence sing a song of being positive, like your old son brian is trying to be
i know he sounds so negative, but brian allan is positive, as he lifts his fist up
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 10:34 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
*Sorcha, Remembered
why does sunlight
shimmering through the trees,
leaving shadowy patterns
on the ground below
remind me of you?
or how watching
two squirrels
chasing each other
around the Sycamore
remind me how you loved
to listen to Lennon’s ‘Imagine”?
~~~
Yesterday
I came across pictures
of your ‘safe place’.
The ones you emailed me
to let me know you were okay.
a small waterfall
glimpsed between
lush green over growth
sparkled in the sunlight
and I could imagine
you sitting there
humming to the music it made.
~~~
You once told me
you thought we (humanity)
could make a difference,
could fix the damage done
to the earth;
fix the damage people have done
to each other.
and this was said in spite
of all the pain, suffering
and damage done to you; which
eventually led to your death.
~~~
I must apologize
to all I know
for not thinking of you more often.
for it wasn’t until
I recovered your photos
it had been awhile.
it reminded me
that after I heard of your death,
besides playing ‘Imagine’
over and over again,
I couldn’t stop playing
Annie Lennox’s re-mix
of ‘I Can’t Get Close To You’.
~~~
You lived down under,
Queensland native
with husband and kids.
so while I never met you,
I felt a human to human
kinship - one we all should share.
Aztec Warrior 11.3.15*
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
the rain is coming
it is hot and wet
and ten o’clock
when you turn up
in a black
cab
a red
hibiscus
in your hair
it is hot and wet
and ten o’clock
when we talk
on the roof
in a high
bombardment
of positive ions
it is hot and wet
and ten o’clock
when the last
hopeful swoop
of a fruit bat
finds a limb and is still
so some
thing will
happen and it will
you promise me it will
the rain is coming
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 6:04 PM 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