"tuckey" poems
Wilson Tuckey, I love you man
the way you look over your glasses
as you kick those journos’ arses
I love your hairy nostrils and your square double chin
but most of all I love the way you know everythin’
not a skerrick of doubt, any subject, any time
you can hold forth. you’re ready to chime
Wilson Tuckey, I love you man
you don’t need no research. no need to hold back
here is your wisdom, you’re on the attack
here is the gospel according to Tuckey
you front them with macho, you front them so plucky
you tell them the answers straight from the heart
they look like stunned mullets as you take them apart
Wilson Tuckey, I love you man
you run rings round those greenies, those tree hugging ****
with their talk about warming, their climate change glum
I trust you Wilson, you know better than them
you can leave them all gobstruck with a home spun gem
Wilson Tuckey, I love you man
you can spot a terrorist at a hundred paces
the ones with the beards and the slightly dark faces
we don’t want them here taking our jobs and houses
with their Qurans and burqas and baggy white trousers
Wilson Tuckey, I love you man
you show us what it means to be Australian
some call you redneck, some say you’re not cool
but you are our bedrock, you are no fool
you are the brown substance of this wide, sunburnt land
and that’s why, Wilson Tuckey, I really, really, really love you man.
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 5:11 AM UTC
Have the *****
the SPIRIT
the SPINAL BONES stacked strong and straight
Have the GUMPTION
the STRENGTH
Have the JAW to take a knock for honesty
Have the FREEDOM
for goodness sake
Don’t tell me what you should
tell me something REAL
Say what I know you’re thinking,
Say it LOUD
Be proud of your thought
think for yourself
Throw a curveball of integrity
into the conversation
leading to apathy
Say it with your EYES
as well as your lips
Don’t just mouth the words
like some mechanical clone
People need to push up against your SOUND
Rub lies up the wrong way
stop saying what is safe
Try to match untruth
WORD for WORD
with the straight, black, hard line
that runs right through people’s shifting eyes
Be UNCOMFORTABLE
UNCOMPROMISING
Speak your words like a gift to heads starved
for RIGHT
Speak up man
Speak up to the man
Let your speech slam against the grain
don’t be a fool swimming with the tide
give people the PEARLS of your mind
Don’t ever be blinded
for the sake of a world
without a spine
Say the words
that have been buried deep
under a pile of correctness
and say them
NOW.
© 2012 Zoe Tuckey
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:21 AM UTC
I'm back, after a 45 year
absence, part fugitive,
part ostracised, part exile.
" A lot has changed, since
you left "
As if it needed to be brought
to my attention.
It is what remains, is of interest
to me, because the only constant
in life is change. No points for that
I am afraid.
Becoming American and having
a nice day, with the same climate
as was here when I left, is not the
attraction one think's it is.
The Clock House is no longer
reading five past six, the iconic
time it read as I was parting.
A semaphoric symbolism, which
verbalised, meant, get to hell out
of here, a request, rather than a
friendly suggestion.
So, what's home if everything has
been altered, including myself, as
I no longer drink!
Hmmm let me think ??
Buckley Brothers on Tuckey Hill,
is still here, the last bastion of
the Mallow I remember.
An oasis for sentiment, nostalgia,
tradition, where one can still look,
for what, you are not expecting to
find, (time), the essence of our being,
where the lost protocol of our past,
is still practiced, politely.
Ps.
Buckley Brothers is a hardware
in Mallow County Cork Ireland.
If it could be Trip Advised, 5*.
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC