by Andrew Crisci |
Categories:
depression, friendship, funny, love, nostalgia, places
I raised an Australian dingo,
no name came to mind but Ringo;
he jumped on me,
ripped my clothes daily...
it costed me plenty of money!
Only once I left him alone;
good grief... my furniture was torn!
Oh, should I be mad...
or be kind instead?
I'll sleep over it for tonight!
All Ringo did was run, bark and howl,
mistaking a small cat for an owl;
They took him away
to the zoo today;
he'll whimper form his cage, not rest!
I'll take him back, lest he behaves;
his lesson he'll learn: good manners!
Now, Ringo just stares
to earn forgiveness...
it's fun to play with him and laugh!
by Pat Adams |
Categories:
funny love, games, kiss,
Have you heard of a brand new bliss
An Australian Kiss is the wonder
It's just exactly like a French kiss
Except for the fact it's "down under"
by Sharon Roebourne |
Categories:
change, community, conflict, culture, earth, environment, feelings,
Together we go hand in hand
You take us off our land
You are damaging our future generation
Together we stand as one nation
Listen to our pleads
You are taking away our needs
We love to hunt on land
Bare feet on the hot sand
We hunt in the sea
So wild and free
We are simple and original
We are the Australian Aboriginal
We love our culture and are very traditional
This is not fair
Do you really care?
by Viviane Leite |
Categories:
angst, depression, loss, lost love, love, nostalgia, passion, sad,
Love sometimes remains
Like a fierce pain in a limb
Severed long ago
Published in the 2012 - Spring Issue of " Paper Wasp"- An Australian journal of Haiku.
by Paul Warren |
Categories:
life, social,
It’s the hot north wind in your face
The dust and dirt of the Outback place
It’s the gathering against the fire storm
The larrikin smile that is the norm
It’s knowing that when troubles comes
Everyone’s shoulder to the wheel is how it’s done
For the wide brown land can be a chore
That makes you love it even more
Australia is tough but sweet
Living here makes life complete
And when my day is finally done
I’ll lie under a gum tree in the Australian sun.
© Paul Warren Poetry
by Robert Pettit |
Categories:
love
I have met the sweetest little wonder.
I am feeling so wonderful and loose.
This little cutie comes from down under.
She’s like a golden egg laid by a goose.
I can endure the lightning and thunder.
Hold the vodka, give me plain orange juice.
Don’t stifle this feeling. Just let it grow.
To Australia is where I shall go.
by Harry Horsman |
Categories:
death, love,
(A place to die)
Memories deal in wounds and everlasting pain
Young Nick rambled and gambled in Vicky’s reign
Fell amongst the unlawful in Fremantle jail
Guilty of thieving, execution without bail.
Alas not the majestic oak or birch nor beech
Those with limbs stout and true this equation in breech
Chose not the sycamore ample with summer leaf
But the legendary black stump “Ningaloo Reef.”
This is a story about a place to die, Nick an indigenous Australian
chose to die near the love of his life an indigenous tree stump.
all the other alternatives were introduced species from the
old country.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
by Paul Warren |
Categories:
earth, nature,
My hearts in Australia
On the dusty hot plains
As the galahs chatter in in their pink fine regalia
And will for me forever remain
My heart will remain in the blue crystal water
On the white sandy beach
Swimming in the sun as free as I ought a
And paradise is always within reach
My heart sings with gladness
When I think of those balmy warm nights
Not to love Australia is just madness
When I think of the Great Southern Land bursting with light
When this my time is over on this earth
And my wandering is finally done
I will lie in Oz in restful sleep for what it’s worth
To be blessed as an Australian means heaven was won.
© Paul Warren Poetry
by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
love, day, love, time,
The day has come to hear the inner voice
Once whispering now yelling it out loud,
The time has come to make a simple choice,
Or drown in shame and forget to be proud.
For years it has been tugging at my heel.
Until I kicked it down and turned away,
Too scared to face the truth and how I feel,
The time for love would come another day.
Yet now the day has come and I feel fear,
Afraid of passion taking o’er my heart,
All senses lost as thoughts now fall apart
But worse, the fear of not having her near.
All barriers broken by her sweet touch,
For her, the girl I love beyond too much.
Form: Australian Sonnet
by Paul Warren |
Categories:
eulogy,
We love football meat pies kangaroos and Holden cars
We’d sing it at home in the playground and in bars
The good old days when everything was Australian made
But that ended then and now the song did fade
So here we are a place whose population
Is looking for work in mining tourism and submarine production
We look like we did in 1941
No industry no future and looking around for one.
© Paul Warren Poetry
by Anna Hart |
Categories:
lost love, love, time,
She says: “I heard about this service offered by an Australian mobile-phone
company – you can request that they block certain numbers after 3.00am…”
He says: “Why?”
And she replies: “’Cos that’s the time when people call those numbers and
make fools of themselves…”
She can hear the penny drop, the subsonic ‘click’ of understanding, before he
asks:
“What’s the time over there…?”
She says: “3.00 am.”
by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
love
As piercing shadows lay across the sand,
there, in a single beam of silver light,
I saw her dance and marvelled at the sight
from where I stood behind the old bandstand.
The most beautiful girl I've ever seen
she is my dream could I but take a chance
to hold her tight and find the wild romance
instead of grasping odes of might have been.
To run my fingers through her silken hair
mayhaps to share a kiss or talk of things
all through the night until the sunrise sings
but 'what if' never got me any where.
My chance of love I have to take and soon
as lady dances neath the wild moon.
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
friend,
A friend of mine has just joined the Soup
She's glowing, overwhelmed and delighted
Her screen name is Miss Wattle so you know
Drop by, she'll be over the moon excited
Known her a while, this Australian lass
So talented in so many endeavours
The voice of an angel and a sweetheart to boot
Never known such a talent, not ever
Her heart is warm with Australian charm
Must be something in the water down under
Their love of life is second to none
It's filled with great joy and wonder
If you've never had the joy of knowing an Aussie
Here's your chance, make it a date
Known as Miss Wattle, a very sweet lady
She'll greet you with a “G'day mate!”
© Jack Ellison 2013
by Paul Warren |
Categories:
love, world,
We have walked together in the Australian desert at sundown
And we saw the nestling eagles in the trees settle down
When the blazing sun boiled the distant air of the horizon
We travelled towards this mirage on the bitumen run
On sparkling white sands and a cobalt blue sea
I have raced my love into the cool waters with me
At night under a chandelier of twinkling stars bright
We have laid together as the campfire crackled with delight.
© Paul Warren Poetry
by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
fantasy, lovenight, love, night, sleep,
So wild and still, my dreams are coming home,
And like a thief of night my love collects
Where ardent fantasies of thought project
And sleep no longer; love has come to roam.
A pixie cannot sleep alone each night
As now the heart is burned by lover's kiss
And dreams have turned to this empty abyss
The way she sparked my soul; a beacon light.
Alone there is no air or room to breathe,
The ashened walls of night are closing in
As bracing scars of love are etched on skin
When senses cover blades in silken sheathe.
My love, the thief of night, can drink her fill
The huntress takes my heart, now wild and shrill.
by Michael Marino |
Categories:
death, discrimination,
John Lennon asked us to imagine,
but I don’t think I can.
How can rampant murder
be part of someone’s plan?
When evil is performed by Muslims
we tarnish all of them with blame.
This killer is Australian.
Do they think we’re all the same ?
We can’t un see what we’ve already seen
and we can’t deny the pain
but we can stay calm and end this anger
to stop this happening again.
If we choose wisdom over ignorance,
love instead of hate,
kindness before animosity,
We could call everyone our mate.
We all want love and understanding,
with peace that will endure,
So if the disease of man is hatred,
then surely love must be the cure.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
pets,
I love to watch my white cat and my ginger cat’s antics
They slyly creep, then naughtily or quickly dart away.
So different from our Australian Shepherd dog are they.
The dog is loving and sweet, but she lacks a cat’s finesse.
She always makes such messes and lacks the felines’ soothing purr.
I long to have my cats around to stroke their pretty fur.
I have to be content with the few rare times
when one or the other of the cats comes to me when I’m on my bed.
Then it’s often just because they’re wanting to be fed.
Ah, the white one I love so much - he’s come to me, merely for my touch!
by Robert Sherriff |
Categories:
adventure, appreciation, best friend, blessing, character, child, god,
ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER
Planet Jump
Mankind has no right
to planet jump
Man must learn to love
What he has first
RLS 4/10/2024
by Robert Sherriff |
Categories:
beauty, childhood, cry, god, growing up, love, music,
ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER
Music being like a time machine is such a beautiful thought. It can transport us to different life moments, evoke memories, and stir emotions. Do you have a favourite song or music that takes you back in time?
by Paul Warren |
Categories:
earth, summer,
I picked it up and let it run through
Reddish brown and so dry too
Then I stood and looked around
The long drought had cracked the ground
The wind blew the red dust up high
Into the clear blue azure sky
In the distance the sea rolled to the beach
As the sun blasted the sky out of reach
I love this land god given and grand
Sun drenched and hard in God’s plan
It may be wind blown and red
But I’ll always be a proud Australian born and bred.
© Paul Warren Poetry
by Robert Sherriff |
Categories:
child, education, friendship love, gothic, humanity, identity, nature,
ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER
He who feeds the crocodile will always get eaten last
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
bird,
I heard a distinct voice in the bowels of an Australian jungle.
Clark Gable! What? He’s been gone a long time.
I followed the voice, but alas, now I was hearing Elvis.
Singing “Love Me Tender”.
The guide had tried to stop me, but I was persistent.
So he held the tour party back until I finally returned.
“Did you hear that?” I asked.
“Did you hear that?” someone else asked, in my voice.
“What is that?” I asked the tour guide.
“That is a lyrebird,” he told me. “They are great at voices.”
I did not believe him until I heard “They are great at voices,”
come out of the jungle, in his exact voice.
by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories:
adventure, beautiful, character,
My daring to spotty pigeons
Intervision dear Gabriel
I have a small confession
I love you forgive this my confusion
You are a poem of my heart
I cherish Australia where we first met
I clapped my hands your eyes you are so true
I know recently I began to regard you
As much more much more than a friend
I am just a friend my feelings for you intensified
When I saw you walking in the Moonlight
Like I was by your the light for eyes
All of a sudden you're so special the quiet waves
5/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
by Robert Sherriff |
Categories:
beauty, blessing, butterfly, care, caregiving, god, love,
ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER
Stage
Life is true
Life is brave
Death is but a stage
So break a leg
RLS 4/10/2024
by Robert Sherriff |
Categories:
bible, god, happiness, jesus, love, prayer, world,
Robert Sherriff-Australian - Actor-Model-Poet- Author-Singer- Historian -Photographer
You
Our scars define us, and the world does not exist because of you; instead, you exist because of the world. God has indeed chosen you.
Amen.”