"tepe" poems
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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I'm not some primitive canine with a prehistoric pedigree
I'm a modern day narcissist with a here and now
Tendency
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
five steps forward nine steps back
sideways motion
moving
direction other
not as planned
but four is lucky
universe multi
many theory
twelve is the divided tribe
plural perhaps
light years away
same distance from the sun
gobekli tepe
smart find recent
dumb place
buried from sight
Baalbek mystery
stronger than ants
relationship status
complicated
unknown
single
attached
to me
thoughts many
wrinkles a-plenty
convoluted memories
two minds
intermingled in thoughts
hearts divided
thinking deeply
shallow breathing
thoughts very distant
looked very close at
remembered seeing
brain in a jar
brain in jar
house of glass
lonely life
mind meld memories
with brain in jar
any thoughts
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
Sprawling hills interspersed with trees
Ah it felt like home
Like driving down a barren road
Cities aren't for me
Don't get me wrong
I like the hustle and faces I see
But I'll take the quiet land
No matter the nation it is,
I call the country home
From the cliffs of Gibralter
To the ruins of Gobekli Tepe,
And back round to the massive Red Wood trees,
I'll roam
Down to the burning sands of Berber lands,
I'll stay in the country
Leave the cities to the people
And listen to the trees.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 12:24 PM UTC
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PF23EtYwvMs
There lives a touch of the Divine inside my soul tonight
and as I surrender to its peaceful ways I begin to awaken gently
I am a wayward soul in need of Godlike essence,
a Seraphic beauty that unties with every silent prayer.
My heart allows the inner flow of the Divine to intervene,
as scented thoughts penetrate and perfuse, I meet my Divine
muse;
In this quiet paradise for one I am connected to all beings
and all beings are connected to me, through love.
Tonight the incense shall burn inside this ancient kiln
"Yarim Tepe"... softening the edges of my emotions,
like a Divine emollient, and turning me to softer shadows;
The sound of inner peace shawling, I breathe
and as the soul meets the night, my dreams take flight
In this Divine journey of discovery, I am content
to co-exist, aside its beautiful liquid golden light.
Mar 25, 2023
Mar 25, 2023 at 6:54 AM UTC