Sunday Scribblings

My Great Aunt's Chair

in our family
there has always
been a resistance
to the bland

colourful
muti textural
chaotic
volatile are words
that come to hand

even great  aunt's chair
is a testament
to the wild

no pastels
for this grande dame
she thinks them
too mild

conservative
charming and sweet
is she
if you told her
she was 'cool'

she'd laugh
think you
out of your tree

For The Weekend

Stairway To Heaven... A Trip

dverse

Separated six long months
I wonder sometimes
When I will see you again
On the Stairway To Heaven

Sijo For ANZAC DAY

dverse


On television last night I saw a surviving Australian soldier from the El Alamein Campaign WW2 (Rats Of Tobruk) being interviewed. This is his story. I did not catch his name








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at last we made it to cairo,she looked at me and i was hers
no charge for you darling,you will remember me and i you
i am 92 now, i still shed a tear when i think of her

she was a summer's day,in the nightmare storm of the war
she must be long gone,i owe her my my life if the truth be told
that short time with her gave me the strength to survive,it was love

Mary Wade

3WW...Poetry Jam

poor little street sweeper
craved a tippet and a few pence
stole them - got caught
was sentenced to death by hanging
she was 11

waiting in the putrid cell on death row
shuddering at the approach of footsteps
always thinking of the noose and the hangman
she unexpectedly received a reprieve from King George
who was having a rare lucid moment at the time

sentenced to life and transport to Australia
she made a go of it and carried on
in spite of  trials and tribulations

had 21 children
has 300 direct descendants
a former Prime Minister being one
lived till a ripe old age (87)
was even buried in a Church

a little London street sweeper
dressed in filthy rags
who should have been swinging
from a noose at 11
became the mother of the early colony

Enjoy Dodo!

Antipodean History Morsels

Frederick Wordsworth Ward
a bushranger with a poetic association

Captain Thunderbolt a gentleman thief
 held up a German Band on the highway

How can you rob from the ordinary bloke?
cried the Band leader

No worries  Fritz, just leave your names and addresses
I'll post you the money when I hit a big win

Aussie crims just don't have the heart
they used to have