"ute" poems
My early memory of farm,
Blackfella’s hill, banana sand,
exploring, chasing rabbits.
And riding round with grandpa,
in the white and well loved station wagon
checking sheep, windmill and chooks.
The lollies in the tin were there,
to help him stay awake at night;
but grandchildren were once allowed
to sample from the tin of treats,
in longer trips with grandparents,
while out on country roads.
The farm, a favourite place of mine,
away from school and normal life,
but Modb’ry North not quite the same.
With grandpa still out shearing though,
the farm-like feel not far away,
and granny kept a strawb’rry patch.
I went a-shearing with him once,
About six customers that day
and I can’t count the load of sheep.
I earned five dollars on that day,
while travelling around in ute
with shearing stuff all in the back.
His love of music satisfied,
the grandchildren are all gifted,
the music played from instruments
of cello, clarinet and bass
of flute, piano, violin,
and voice as well from Kate and Jo
Called grandpa day or dad or Doug
he’ll be remembered, days to come.
The stories will be told and told
of happenings while he was here,
from farm or Modb’ry North or else,
from other places he has been.
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 11:01 AM UTC
For free, but hardly costless,
for you big lollipop suckers,
c a u s e,
every time I breathe in some atmosphere,
outcome these up chucked integers and alphabets to poll-
-ute the remaining "good air," which isn't i know very fait fair,
but would you rather this thin poesy lighter-than-whipped cream and
jello shaking handshaking easy eating than all that other stuff I obsess
about in no particular order, like life and death, counting my re-main-
lining breaths, love 'n like, awesome vs. trite, hot love and cold po-
-tatoe mustardy salad, punch and paunch, my endless declination into febrile old age and the wasting away processes most unfortunate,
that fuels a trillion dollar healthcare IN-dustry (midwest pro-nun-she-ate-sean), vitamins and supplements, manufactured in contaminated
factories in the farout east, that are not usda grade A, unless mixed with good **** and to hell with this graffiti wordley ***** even i'm
fed up from writing all this serious stuff, and Brother Leonard,
who is always very ****** says
fkinA, halle-lou-y'all
the end is near***
Sep 6, 2025
Sep 6, 2025 at 10:17 PM UTC
20 minuter av frihet känns det
den härliga, kyliga brisen är renande.
Små fåglar delar glädjen av en ny dag.
Solen småtittar genom träden som släpper
små löv som liknar snö.
Trädens vaggnade och vinden påminner mig
om havet. Det känns fridsamt,
Jag vill stanna kvar.
10 minuter kvar av frisk vind som blåser
genom mig, känns helande. Alla tankar
försvinner.
Jag vill stanna kvar.
5 minuter kvar av otrolig harmoni av
öppet sinne for skönhet och inget annat.
Av känslor som flödar genom mig, av att
vara en del av det hela, av att vara
älskad och uppleva detta med all sinnen öppna.
Tiden är ute men jag vill stanna kvar. Nostalgi
May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 1:36 PM UTC
Kina poetry på gjesthuset en kveld i regn (Norwegian)
Korean poetry about a guesthouse one evening of rain.
Høstregn senker seg over gjestehuset
kaldt utafor, rolig natt med lampe
trist inni meg, sorgfull i rom
i hjertet en munk som mediterer.
Autumn rain sinks over the guesthouse
it's cold outside, night is calm with a lamp
of sadness inside me, a room of mourning
in my heart a monk who meditates.
Ch 'oe Ch'iwon. Korea
also by him with my attempts at translation:
Høstvind bare sang bittert
knapt en venn kjenner min lyd
regnet siler ute i mørket
fra lampen min går hugen langt.
Autumn's wind sings bitterly
hardly a friend knows my voice
rain pours down out in the dark
from my lamp memory travels far
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
You know as well as I do
that internet dating can have its ups
and downs
and thus, after so many futile meetings
and tragic misadventures
in a domestic UK situation,
I decided to spread my wings
and so I logged on to an Australian website
for lonely kangaroo lovers
yes it was www.blackstump-legover.com.au
where no holes were barred.
And I soon struck up a promising friendship
with someone who sounded like
a real goer, a total slapper,
with no morals whatsover
judging from the photo she posted
taken with a mobile phone
up her skirt
which showed her **muffin *****
as well as what she had eaten
for breakfast yesterday,
poking its head out.
We finally agreed to meet
behind the old dunny
in the park where the abos go
to exchange their social security vouchers
for crack *******
or a bottle of Castlemain XXXX
or a quick one up each others' bots
in spite of the pong
on a sunny arvo.
You can imagine how effing disappointed
I was when she arrived
on a trailer attached to her grandson's ute
strapped to a battered gurney
(and almost insensate)
but still ready for a bit of backdoor action
but not from me, no sirree,
thank you very much mate:
I might be desperate, but
I would have had to have
clipped my nose shut with a clothes peg
to get anywhere near her
and my gag reflex simply couldn't cope.
So I bravely dragged the gurney
over to the convenient gap
in the fence overlooking the mighty ravine
and with a gentle shove
I sent her to that sweet place
where peace can be found
and I can still hear her scream
as she bounced off the rocks
accusing me of being illegitimate
before silence reigned
and I smiled in joy.
It only goes to show, O my friends,
that there are female dogs
of the most hideous kind
on every sodding continent
on this dear planet of ours;
and I may as well stick to
a handful of Nivea cream
and a Kleenex, at least the odour
is wholesome.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
The bushland calls
Of my childhood dreams
Amongst the wild
My soul it, sings
The gentle breeze
light upon the skin
Sun upon my face
it welcomes me in
To the lands of summers
Though now long gone
Memories of the heats haze
With a white juvenile horse
Within a closed off field it lay
But young and free it was born
Birds flying high above
Shielding the rays of the sky
Perfectly clear a crystal bright blue
Not a single cloud in sight
Fields filled with nothing
But the dirt beneath our feet
Dull patches of green and yellow
Amongst cattle it feeds
A rooster it crows loud
The chooks begin to run
As bruce, a little staffy
Chases them about
Work shed full of tools
Covered by a rusted tin roof
Parked beside it old barrols
And a broken down ute
Stone walls of the house
To keep it cool inside
Spread across the cold floors
A reddish brown cowhide
Worn down leather couch
Out upon the front porch
An eski filled with stubbies
Where the boys had their "talks"
I feel the memories flooding back
This peacefulness, this sense of home
Hours pass by within seconds
Losing myself in the zone
My footsteps have long faded with time
As has my name once carved upon the gumtrees
The white stallion no longer grazes near by
Nor do the same cattle dwell in that field
Worn down by time and way of the land
Though I do intend to return again
To share the beauty of this place
Drawn back by the old fate
The day melts away like the snow
And I hear my parent calling my name
This place will forever be my second home
Because I know here, I'll never be alone
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
Blackbrush -- Coleogyne ramosissima
the dominant understory shrub
in the pinyon-juniper canyons.
Mountain-mahogany -- Cercocarpus montanus and ledifolia.
Single-leaf ash -- Fraxinus anomalus
and possibly a western hophornbeam
by the small birch-like leaves
and the shredding bark
in a moist stretch of joint trail.
The joint-fir, green ephedra
looks like an ocean plant.
Could the wind or white water rivers alone
have shaped these sandstone, red rock forms?
Network of canyons, inverse of mountains.
It had to be ocean
ebbing and flowing, emotionally, like wind,
moving atmosphere, thicker
shaving, scraping, polishing, gouging, digging
fish canyons
then, shallower, dinosaur swamps
now, dry, rock gardens.
Explain the human history with water:
did the Anasazi visit neighbors
along the canyon rims and deep within,
combination caves and red-rock houses
small windows, doorways, just crawlways,
with corn gifts on summer evenings
when the canyon bottoms held permanent, not intermittent,
streams? After them
came the Ute and Navajo, Spanish and English.
Ravens dine on road ****
A few long red roads connect some canyons.
The unprotected flats are overgrazed, rabbitbrush.
It is interesting
that as I learn the woody and herbaceous plants,
walk the desert foothills, I too could stay.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
T'is a far far better thing I do,
to write tributes to new poesy chicks,
when seldom sufficient is heard
an encouraging word
than repeat yellowed ancien
tale~tell stale revelations
of an ole man's
forgotten glories and
never ending
tribulations
research uncovers a single
tributary,
a common origin, an irony river,
for their source,
tributes and tribulations,
one and the same
herein, this aging
tribune
defends the new poets
even as his own defenses
erode ever faster,
daily the surf takes him,
granule by granule
thus, t'is more urgent that he
construe and
contribute,
formally and officially,
attribute
the old guard's passing mantle, cloak,
making no
tribologies
frictions tween young and old,
fictions tween old and old
reconfigured as pretend new
this the natural way,
this luminescent fractious friction,
gives birth to
an Einstein~energized
triboluminescence
heat and light
the by-products of the
tribe
of poets
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
you see i love christmas ya see
lots of lollies and cakes oh yeah
followed by a nice cold beer
christmas in australia
we have gum trees and bottlebrush
and koala bears and emus so cool
people suffering that is horrible
how about we save our christmas shopping money dude
to givs a poor person a gift
and there is pavlova and trifle yeah
and white christmas and mushroom cakes to share
ornaments on the christmas tree and lights on outside
yeah, people looking at our lights and they love it when they shine so bright
right into this great dark night
christmas in australia
people are in hospitall, feeling very very sick
and there isn’t that much to do, as to give them gifts of joy
maybe a card decorated with coloured flowers yeah
and a pink and yellow gingerbread house
which is made out of real gingerbread
so they have other things besides hospital food to eat
people are at war today
fighting for what they believe is right
they are away from their houses every day and night
i wish they were all at home celebrating christmas in australia
jingle bells jingle bells
jingle all the way, christmas in australia on a scorching summers day
jingle bells jingle bells
christmas time is beaut
oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty holden ute
we travel up to darwin as well as cairns, broome, katherine and townsville
we see the poor people say, give us a dollar bill
you say yes, but i could regret it when they spend it up on *****
a piece of you thinks they deserve to party, oh yeah they do
being christmas and all, and then we go and sing carols, my friend
in the old church hall
ayers rock and coober pedy, are great places to see
the christmas pageant in adelaide is put on so wonderfully
melbourne and sydney light up the towns voices with carols in the domain and music bowl
and you see all the favourite stars lift up their voices and sing
and whether your a man who enjoys a can of beer by the tele
or a devoted family man looking at carols and lights
we all have fun, ruppity *** ***
at christmas in australia
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
A purple veil enveloped the peaks and ridges
along the mystical divide
where snowpack and summer rains
chart opposite courses toward distant seas.
Born of the ancient heave and shudder
of oceanic and continental plates,
the Rockies transfix our wondering eyes
by the spell of their arcane mysteries.
So it has been for those who carved our trails
and called their mountians by name:
Arapaho - hoh'enii
Hopi - tuukwe
Ute – Kåib
All of these good fellow journey folk
have listened to the same timeless airs
chanted by murmuring streams and cataracts
and seen hope reflected in an alpine lake.
We have heard the soaring calls of the Rockies
on either side of the great divide
We have heard the mountains’ healing presence
softly whispering us to our homes.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 9:10 PM UTC
Eucalypts hang from blue sky railings
The mud is dry, ground is hard
The white ute in the garden
is silent
I love the sound without wind blowers
and lawn mowers
Words are gathering at Newstead
anarchists too
A short story tattoo
Ideas are crowded and loud
galloping around the racetrack
But it's quiet here at the Mudhouse
with the brown dog in the garden
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC
with time i lost the set notion of your deserving.
if you deserved my sadness and tears and screams
drenching your absence like acid.
but tonight it is strong and maybe i deserve this hell and maybe you don’t deserve my longing but
what’s done is done and
i still hurt.
i’d tell you to come home but i’ve torn it all down and there’s nothing left.
but anybody else isn’t you and deserving is a concept long lost.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
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*When we look not with our eyes
convince ourselves of impossibilities-
typical gravel turns into motorways
without tyres, we saw ourselves as cars
eyes glazed, paved speed of reckoning
just as rubber tearing at bitumen
convinced we will get to there
[that isn't here]
at trip's end, we find ourselves a typical mob
typical gravel looks like typical gravel
as we stoop out of that beat-up ute
our eye catches the side-mirror
stymied by our shoes that crunch
making familiar sounds on familiar gravel*
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
morning silence
disappearing slowly
into staccato rain
Written by
Ute Sonja Medley
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 10:56 AM UTC
When the princess smiles, life is golden,
Wunderbar! Maravillosa!
Sunshine and simple things,
Happiness is bliss,
Blistering heat turns cheeks and blades red,
Cutting through the waves and sheets
Shattering the silence, the bed
Wha gwaan my ute, bless up yuhself empress, says the princes.
When you moose the midnight,
And love the soories.
Reminisce on the kiss,
Play the anthem for the princess
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
Mana le tu suhagraat ger naal
Kiwe bhulegi oh time mere naal da
Manda hanoh kar lu mere nalo jyada pyar tenu
Par ki tu kar sakegi mere jina pyar unu?
Ro reha ha saari raat da
Eh sochke ki ki chal reha hou tere dil wich
Kiwe ** sakdi he tu ger di
Bhenchod ik wari bi na aya taras mere ute
Manda ha bura ha me
Par ki bewafai de bi layak na reha teri
Isto wadiya ta maar ke chali jandi menu
Ah din ta na dekhan penda menu laash banke
Chala jawanga door jaldi hi tere to
Dunia bi na yaad rakhu
Na hi tenu yaad aau
Marr ke dikhau *** tenu
Yaad bi na aau *** tenu
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
Under a glowing cumulus streak,
baby bumps in the earth
roll in burlap colored dirt
and ankle scratching ferns.
Behind them,
colored blue
by the haze of distance,
tower rock,
sharp and coarse
from years of turmoil,
look like they’re wearing
tiny white fleece caps.
My mind is almost
silent,
only speaking up to
remind me to breath.
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
IDGAF
I’ll be me
You be you
Your my (rod)
Ute
Ilysm
Aaf
LOL
NOW
isrfi
Bring on the adventure
Yam
Let’s make a change
Fg
Yama
Bck
Ymr
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
Part 7.
Sure, c'mon in, sit a spell, I'm charmed, I get both sides.
Coo'mon points of reference, c'mon
see wit me,
uwanna know, c'mon. I show you faith,
amigo,
true to God faith. See my tat, She Keep Me.
Wisdom is a lady, yeah, no Maryology in me.
I ain't nuthin' a.. yeah adjust
a minute, tiny mine-ute, to the t, crossed is
dotted,
signal sent, people,
get ready, there's a train a'comin'
c'mon, *** on, *** *** on go, c'mon along
or see if this ain't
so strange,
so very strange, certain ordered arranged
instants,
had to be God, yeh, the one whose ***
the devils been akickin' since,
Jesus, who knows when?
Hey, man, you
knocked on my door, you wanna new heart?
I finished the law, all done, nothing went wrong, I got guys redeeming the thoughts in silent prayers,
spewing, shewing… certain truthz self evident.
Aug 29, 2022
Aug 29, 2022 at 9:36 PM UTC
Last night I was tied up in my bed with my best friend Patrick Enright and my other best friend Brendan Schulz by ivan molar who really wanted us 3 tied up, you see Ivan grabbed Brian Allan and put him in the back of his after life Ute and then grabbed Patrick and Brendan and sat over them saying you three you three you three I will keep you three here forever
You see Ivan wanted to die so he could grab Brian Patrick and Brendan
And hold them for a hefty ransom, we were scared as Ivan stood over us with a very sharp knife saying you three boys or should I say men won’t live very much longer than where you are now, Brian said you are evil very very evil, let us go or I will bash you
And Ivan Milat just laughed and said
How could you bash me I am bashing you and you will never escape from me and Brendan said **** you, get us out of here please but Ivan just laughed and said you 3 men’s kids of the 80’s will never escape you 3 will die in your sleep and the next day your families will be planning each of you’s funerals and Brian was scared as he didn’t want to die and started to struggle saying get me out of this evil realm with this evil spirit but Ivan wasn’t wanting to let us go, Ivan wanted these dreams to be our last dream of our current lives and I will hold Daniel morecombe with me you will never free him, you will never free yourselves and Daniel will join Brian Patrick and Brendan saying you 4 will never escape from me, I will push your bodies down onto the floor of this after life vehicle, none of you will escape and Patrick said please let us go Ivan and Ivan said no and tied all our legs real tight saying none of you will escape none of you I tell ya, the rope is on too tight and it is enough to make you suffocate and Patrick said it is Christmas, Isn’t that the time to be nice and Ivan said no, this is the time I make you four boys suffocate
Till you can’t live anymore
Heh heh heh heh heh heh
Brian Patrick Brendan and Daniel morecombe were struggling to get free because this man was not joking when he wanted to **** us and we were scared as we were trying to take the rope from out of our hands and feet and the gag on our mouths
We were very scared as everything was very tight, Ivan drove the flying panel van around the afterlife saying ha ha ha me the great
Got four Boys tied up in the back
Never oh never will they escape
Because I have them tied up and wrapped in my kidnappers cape
I can hear them struggling said Ivan oh yeah
But nobody else could so I will succeed in this kidnapping oh yeah
Go on Brian Allan and stay there Patrick Enright and keep there Brendan Schultz while Daniel escaped saying I haven’t got time to free you all, because I want my next life which is Ryan Donnelly to not have these problems and Patrick said mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmm
He was really saying please let us go
But the gag was on his mouth too tight and suddenly Patrick Brian and Brendan were being whipped and Ivan said I will ****** you three in your sleep and Brian Patrick and Brendan woke up but Ivan said I will get you when you go back to sleep
So watch your back
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC
people trapped somewhere
virtual reality
existence reduced
Written by
Ute Sonja Medley
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
bouffant clouds
sharing blue sky
twinkling windows
Written by
Ute Sonja Medley
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
roll up roll up
this is the greatest cosmic party ever
my dad as a girl and rob douglas and mark jones
getting ready to perform their cosmic christmas carol
here it is
we are gathered here in outer space hoorah hoorah
about a stones throw from the christmas tree hoorah hoorah
singing jingle bells and santa got stuck in the chimney
really pretty cool to us
silent night holy night
because it's beginning to look a lot like christmas
with jolly old saint nick coming close after that
have a holly jolly christmas and deck the halls
those boughs of holly will sprout everywhere
happy holidays, celebrate santa claus's party
because it must be santa, the man of the day
some say it was jesus, when a child is born
as he laid away in a manger in jerusalem
santa came through the computers
because there ain't any chimneys no more
having christmas where the gum trees grow
orana orana, orana to christmas day
so get down and have 12 days of christmas
do you want 5 golden rings
and a partridge in a pear tree
it is great to have a carols night
in every city in the world
especially sydney and melbourne
joy to the world, all the boys and girls
better watch out, we drink we drink we drink
to the ole fave, lily the pink
and swinging on a star, is a great thing to do
so rudolph the red nosed reindeer
had a very shiny nose, had a holly jolly christmas
getting mistletoe and holly up the nose
you sneeze as you hear let it snow let it snow let it snow
and santa baby coming down the chimney tonight
so we are partying in the cosmos
we wish you a merry christmas
we wish you a merry christmas
we wish you a merry christmas, in a rusty holden ute
party on dudes
that was the greatest mixing christmas carols songs i have heard
thanks to my dad and rob douglas and mark jones
COOL MAN, HAVE FUN, DUDES
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 6:08 AM UTC