AUSTRALIA You're Standing In It !

LIVERPOOL PLAINS..to be mined

Hunter Valley mine
a drab pulsating nightmare
of land destruction.

For Sale
to the highest bidder

mining ancient plains
home of the dinosaurs and
rich volcanic soil





plebs can eat coal dust
the government needs money
so go fook yourselves
farmers

what about the kids
dust diseases and cancer?

toss your tendrils in the air
and just don't breathe it in

when all is said and done


if you're not happy
go live on the moon-
while it's still cheap
and no mining yet

Bridget in Bloomers

Our Miss Jones does the " Mikado"
My profuse apologies to Gilbert and Sullivan.

Happy Australia Day

For The Weekend

HAIKU HEIGHTS


you always said " ooh
you'll wait a long time for me "
i am not waiting

i am not waiting
for anyone- ever- just
thought i'd let you know

come and rescue me?
i don't think so -" ooh big boys
 don't cry " do they?

don't think i love you
i'm writing this poem because
i'm a  romantic

(a hopeless one)

Disturbing The Peace

 

one  hot summer's day
three polite little nuns
go down to the river
to cool off
for some fun

poor luvs in serge habits
don't have many treats
so they indulge in a
some icy ginger beer
which is sadly rather sweet

they giggle and wiggle
their toes in the water
bragging naughty nuns
charity's daughters

enjoying themselves
in such a delight
until a dikkie old duck
gliding by
gave them an awful fright

 

 

 

 

French Lesson 2

 

je suis anglais

j'economise sur l'eau

je prends du bain avec ma femme

j'ai peur

j'ai perdu le savon

elle sourit d'une air satisfait

peut-etre

elle revasse

de lecher les vitrines

 

literal translation

 

i am english

i am saving water

i am taking a bath with my wife

i am scared

i have lost the soap

she smiles with a satisfied look

perhaps

she daydreams

of licking the windows

 

english translation

 

i am english

to save water

i am bathing with my wife

i am scared

i have lost the soap

she smirks

perhaps

she is daydreaming

about window shopping

 

 

 

 

Haiku Heights

that sinking feeling
at dusk always missing you
a painful dull ache

footprints in the sand
washed away in the king tide
forbidden feelings

sand through my fingers
no substance at all really
dusk turns into night

For The Weekend

dusk and Rome still burns
Nero sings his loony songs
ash caught in his throat

castrates slave Sporus
makes him empress in same sex
marriage  - nothing new

The Golden Cage

nessun dorma
luscious notes
came floating across the harbour
with intermittent applause

ferries -  slow moving lantern lit snails
crawling on water to the tinkling
of halyards

such beauty squandered
all  she could think of
with dismal dread
was the cleaner coming
early in the morning
and having to listen
to her mindless waffle

Danza de la Gitana

Growing Up

he was almost 8
arrived at the airport
to pick up Dad

saw the look
still remembers it
to this day
even though
a life time ago

things were
never the same
again

Haiku Heights

when she broke the chains
the death knell tolled for her-she
existed no more

she looks from outside
always apart from the crowd
a fly on the wall

For The Weekend

when you want something
you sign your nick name with love
no more - not this year

Welcome To The Outback...3WW

pairs of eyes
with vacant stare
focus
on a stranger
entering the pub
what are yewse doin 'ere?
get fucked
everyone laughs
all mates now

Australia Ablaze

 

Haiku Heights..

Tasmania January 2013

 

 

OK  Huey you

can write the script but  just send

the  rain s'il vous plait

 

my plants are smiling

a big drink of water is

what the doctor said

 

35 degrees

it's only 8 am set 

to be a scorcher

 

cacti need water

i need to swim in the sea

next week i will go

 

that's not in the script

i'm doing it anyway

Huey- make it rain

 

 

 

 

 

For The Weekend

Dedicated to all the Bad Boys ( who are poets:)

Beauty in Life

Dora Carrington Artist
inspirational avant garde talented bohemian
born in 1893

you should be
a household name you were
so damn unassuming

a brilliant philosophy
on how to live life
I envy you

January

 

a million midges

in plague proportions

attack the lamps

on this filthy hot

new year's night

 

whilst

 

viennese ice maidens

waltz

to the blue danube

incongurous

on an infested

crawling tv screen

 

the radetsky march

in clipped compound teutonic rhythim

booms on

to delighted smiling japanese

at the guilded palace

a plethora of

baroque cherubs and gold

 

TURN IT OFF

commands the cry

from a distant bedroom

 

I go outside

look up at the

big yellow cheese

setting the paddocks alight

 

strip off

hose myself down with icy tank water

crisp dry in minutes

the hot breeze filtering

through pungent pepper trees

a portent of the cruel summer to come

 

JANUARY

 

never a good month

a month of strategies

to survive

the heat

bush fires

breaking down of appliances

dust

the school holidays

idle winter escapees  in droves 

Christmas ghosts

 

the month of

short tempers

nagging

break ups

sun burn

heat stroke

shorter tempers

snail pace traffic

road rage

falling out

kings tides

 financial fiascoes

 

and

 

AUSTRALIA  DAY

 

solution

 

death by drowning

in a sea of pink bubbly

having consumed

 crates of Sydney Rock Oysters