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Naweh Orstraylya the plaice where
Yah wosh yer faice in a bison
The tryenes pool up at the rylewhy styeshun
And the people are berried eight foot deep
Gud guys deep down
And on a dyte
Thy corl ya myte.
Now as to cricket
It's not the ticket
When bat and ball
to Defend the wicket
Some underhand
Resorted to
A win maintained
for all to view
A talking point
For many years
Cricket's not our game
To allay your fears
In case you think
Well come and claim
That we are superb
At what's your game !!
I noticed that until we lost
Our League team, supported
and briefly claimed, By the host
As the Seedknee Wurriers
How about a prawn for tea
Out of the chill of the Esky
put it on the Barbie
and wash it down with XXXX
Go the All-Blacks
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Naweh Orstraylya the plaice where
Yah wosh yer faice in a bison
The tryenes pool up at the rylewhy styeshun
And the people are berried eight foot deep
Gud guys deep down
And on a dyte
Thy corl ya myte.
Now as to cricket
It's not the ticket
When bat and ball
to Defend the wicket
Some underhand
Resorted to
A win maintained
for all to view
A talking point
For many years
Cricket's not our game
To allay your fears
In case you think
Well come and claim
That we are superb
At what's your game !!
I noticed that until we lost
Our League team, supported
and briefly claimed, By the host
As the Seedknee Wurriers
How about a prawn for tea
Out of the chill of the Esky
put it on the Barbie
and wash it down with XXXX
Go the All-Blacks
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Posted: Oct 2011
Post Comment
Big Iron on His Hip
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around
He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four
And the notches on his pistol numbered one an nineteen more
Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizona ranger wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him twenty men had made a slip
Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip
The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows every-body held their breath
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around
He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four
And the notches on his pistol numbered one an nineteen more
Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizona ranger wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead
Twenty men had tried to take him twenty men had made a slip
Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip
The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows every-body held their breath
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
just to make it clear, i didnt write this poem, i just love it so much i had to share it
Behind This Picket Fence
There is calmness in the early morn
That begins to make some sense
Before the daily grind will churn
Distracts us with offense
A time making a spirit reborn
When each new day commence
Like a gentle rain be born
When vapors of life condense
Make bold the dusty colors worn
On fields of faded pretense
Lift high the emblem we adorn
That stars and stripes propense
It’s our place to live freeborn
Behind this picket fence
That begins to make some sense
Before the daily grind will churn
Distracts us with offense
A time making a spirit reborn
When each new day commence
Like a gentle rain be born
When vapors of life condense
Make bold the dusty colors worn
On fields of faded pretense
Lift high the emblem we adorn
That stars and stripes propense
It’s our place to live freeborn
Behind this picket fence
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
Memorial Day Poem centering around reflection in all we have to be thankful for.Fighting Dwyer
I walk among the hills of Wicklow
and wander her valleys so green
the sites of ancient battles
etched in stones to be seen.
no matter what lands I wander
There is none to compare
to the vale of Glenmalur
with the little river flowing there.
It sweeps and flows down from the mountain
Like threads of spidery lace
It weaves its way along the valley
as I walk, I feel its mist upon my face.
I follow it from ford to inn
Where I stop to eat within
I sit and watch, families come and go
But I the watcher, dream of ancient foe.
Arise Irishmen and throw the invaders out
Fighting Dwyer and his band so shout
Were badly beaten in the rout
And had to hide in brush about
In Glenmalur they hid so well
Among the hills and in the dell
Fighting for Ireland free
Dwyer’s band for all to see
Led the English a merry dance
Dwyer’s band never lost there chance
To fight the foe and then romance
The local lassies at the crossroads dance
1804 and surrender agreed
Michael Dwyer and band were freed
Dishonourable England did negate
Botany bay and penal servitude did await.
Oh vale of Glenmalur with stories you abound
I hear them in my head, as you I walk around
Majestic mountains, river and the brook
of Drumgoff barracks! of you, i could write a book.
Glenmalur the fairest of the vales
I will visit, once more to hear your tales
Mountain, little river and the brook
Glenmalur I long for and never will forsook.
and wander her valleys so green
the sites of ancient battles
etched in stones to be seen.
no matter what lands I wander
There is none to compare
to the vale of Glenmalur
with the little river flowing there.
It sweeps and flows down from the mountain
Like threads of spidery lace
It weaves its way along the valley
as I walk, I feel its mist upon my face.
I follow it from ford to inn
Where I stop to eat within
I sit and watch, families come and go
But I the watcher, dream of ancient foe.
Arise Irishmen and throw the invaders out
Fighting Dwyer and his band so shout
Were badly beaten in the rout
And had to hide in brush about
In Glenmalur they hid so well
Among the hills and in the dell
Fighting for Ireland free
Dwyer’s band for all to see
Led the English a merry dance
Dwyer’s band never lost there chance
To fight the foe and then romance
The local lassies at the crossroads dance
1804 and surrender agreed
Michael Dwyer and band were freed
Dishonourable England did negate
Botany bay and penal servitude did await.
Oh vale of Glenmalur with stories you abound
I hear them in my head, as you I walk around
Majestic mountains, river and the brook
of Drumgoff barracks! of you, i could write a book.
Glenmalur the fairest of the vales
I will visit, once more to hear your tales
Mountain, little river and the brook
Glenmalur I long for and never will forsook.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
This is about Michael Dwyer and his band who held out against the English for five years in the Vale of Glenmalur after the rebellion of 1798.Rhythm of time
There's an inner thing in every man,
Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end.
It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil's strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.
It lit fires when fires were not,
And burnt the mind of man,
Tempering leandened hearts to steel,
From the time that time began.
It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss,
It screeched in writhing agony,
And it hung bleeding from the Cross.
It died in Rome by lion and sword,
And in defiant cruel array,
When the deathly word was 'Spartacus'
Along the Appian Way.
It marched with Wat the Tyler's poor,
And frightened lord and king,
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
As e'er a living thing.
It smiled in holy innocence,
Before conquistadors of old,
So meek and tame and unaware,
Of the deathly power of gold.
It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent's head,
And crushed it 'neath its heel.
It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried at Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.
It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.
It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.
It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants' eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing 'cross the skies.
It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is 'the undauntable thought', my friend,
The thought that says 'I'm right!'
Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end.
It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil's strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.
It lit fires when fires were not,
And burnt the mind of man,
Tempering leandened hearts to steel,
From the time that time began.
It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss,
It screeched in writhing agony,
And it hung bleeding from the Cross.
It died in Rome by lion and sword,
And in defiant cruel array,
When the deathly word was 'Spartacus'
Along the Appian Way.
It marched with Wat the Tyler's poor,
And frightened lord and king,
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
As e'er a living thing.
It smiled in holy innocence,
Before conquistadors of old,
So meek and tame and unaware,
Of the deathly power of gold.
It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent's head,
And crushed it 'neath its heel.
It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried at Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.
It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.
It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.
It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants' eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes searing 'cross the skies.
It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is 'the undauntable thought', my friend,
The thought that says 'I'm right!'
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Posted: Mar 2011
Post CommentAmerican Sons
Tommy was 18 when he joined the Corps
Just like his brother and his daddy before
He went and signed the papers, the day after
nine one one
Just another proud american son
Eight weeks of boot,out at Paris Island
Then off to train for the infantry
When he got the word they were going to
Afghanistan
He told his momma and daddy don't ya
worry 'bout me
Three weeks in country,on a cold and
starry night
It was the month of september when
Tommy lost his life
His Sergeant wrote a letter to his
parents,out in Abilene
He wrote,"I want to tell you about
your son"
"We were on patrol,it was 3a.m."
"When we got ambushed by twenty guns"
"The first Marine that fell,Tommy was
by his side"
"Draggin' him to safety,screaming
"Don't you die"
"He took a bullet in the shoulder,
but he kept right on fightin'"
"Runnin' back to help another fallen
Marine"
"He used his body as a shield,to pull
him to safety"
"It was the bravest thing I had ever seen"
"I want you to know that Tommy saved
two lives"
"Don't want you thinkin' that he died
in vain"
"And tho were sending him home, a
a decorated hero"
"Our hearts go out to you,for your loss
and your pain"
So say a prayer tonight for the fallen
For each and every one
Our Proud American Sons
Then say a prayer for those still
over there
Volunteers each and every one
Our Proud American Sons
Just like his brother and his daddy before
He went and signed the papers, the day after
nine one one
Just another proud american son
Eight weeks of boot,out at Paris Island
Then off to train for the infantry
When he got the word they were going to
Afghanistan
He told his momma and daddy don't ya
worry 'bout me
Three weeks in country,on a cold and
starry night
It was the month of september when
Tommy lost his life
His Sergeant wrote a letter to his
parents,out in Abilene
He wrote,"I want to tell you about
your son"
"We were on patrol,it was 3a.m."
"When we got ambushed by twenty guns"
"The first Marine that fell,Tommy was
by his side"
"Draggin' him to safety,screaming
"Don't you die"
"He took a bullet in the shoulder,
but he kept right on fightin'"
"Runnin' back to help another fallen
Marine"
"He used his body as a shield,to pull
him to safety"
"It was the bravest thing I had ever seen"
"I want you to know that Tommy saved
two lives"
"Don't want you thinkin' that he died
in vain"
"And tho were sending him home, a
a decorated hero"
"Our hearts go out to you,for your loss
and your pain"
So say a prayer tonight for the fallen
For each and every one
Our Proud American Sons
Then say a prayer for those still
over there
Volunteers each and every one
Our Proud American Sons
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
I would hope that people would put politics aside and pray for the safety and the safe return of all the military personal,from every country who has commited troops to the various conflicts around the globe.Our American military personal are all volunteers.I don't know of anyone who is "for" war,but the men and woman who serve do so willingly and are following orders.God Bless them ALL.Victory
Victory! Says pounding drums
Success! The trumpets blaze
Triumph! Soldiers march in time
As the masses craze
Elated with our conquest
Glinting off our guns
Enemies defeated
We thrill aloud as one
Shaking off our weary
Standing up our pride
Shooting down our fears
Forgetting all we’ve cried
The nations swell with goodwill
The anthem plays aloud
Those who fight for causes
Center every crowd
Our prayers have been answered
Our lives are whole once more
As, beaten back, the enemy
Cry trampled on their shores
An enemy of freedom
Of all that’s good and right
An enemy of opposites
Attempted scourge of light
They weep aloud at brothers lost
Of fathers dead and gone
We laugh as one at faceless foe
Cast villains in our songs
Their livelihoods go ruined
Their lands lay crisp and dead
The pride of countless ancestors
By bravery has bled
A holocaust of victory
Sweeps bloody cross the plains
Their purple mountains craters bloom
Smoke tops their amber waves
As ideas build a nation
So by ideals nations fall
When godless nations go to war
Corpses heed the call
Their men die standing shielding home
Or kinless cross the sea
They must suffer so we live
Says government’s decree
Anger boils through our veins
At injustice supposed
Anger boils as death abounds
And tears down all they’ve owned
Heaven’s light shines down on us
And fills up hist’ry’s page
We trifle not with subtleties
Unseal the Reaper’s rage!
Defeat! Howl widows reaved of hope
Destroyed! The people pain
Ruin! Senses cannot cope
And never will again
Success! The trumpets blaze
Triumph! Soldiers march in time
As the masses craze
Elated with our conquest
Glinting off our guns
Enemies defeated
We thrill aloud as one
Shaking off our weary
Standing up our pride
Shooting down our fears
Forgetting all we’ve cried
The nations swell with goodwill
The anthem plays aloud
Those who fight for causes
Center every crowd
Our prayers have been answered
Our lives are whole once more
As, beaten back, the enemy
Cry trampled on their shores
An enemy of freedom
Of all that’s good and right
An enemy of opposites
Attempted scourge of light
They weep aloud at brothers lost
Of fathers dead and gone
We laugh as one at faceless foe
Cast villains in our songs
Their livelihoods go ruined
Their lands lay crisp and dead
The pride of countless ancestors
By bravery has bled
A holocaust of victory
Sweeps bloody cross the plains
Their purple mountains craters bloom
Smoke tops their amber waves
As ideas build a nation
So by ideals nations fall
When godless nations go to war
Corpses heed the call
Their men die standing shielding home
Or kinless cross the sea
They must suffer so we live
Says government’s decree
Anger boils through our veins
At injustice supposed
Anger boils as death abounds
And tears down all they’ve owned
Heaven’s light shines down on us
And fills up hist’ry’s page
We trifle not with subtleties
Unseal the Reaper’s rage!
Defeat! Howl widows reaved of hope
Destroyed! The people pain
Ruin! Senses cannot cope
And never will again
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Posted: May 2010
Post CommentWar for religion
If we are to love another as brother and sister,why do we fight each other,country against country,nation against nation?
I have thought about this and it's reasoning,
Wondering who is right and who is wrong,even arriving at a conclusion are any of us in a position to know the answer.
Politicians fight they're wars sat behind desks,bloated on they're self indulgent importance.
While those who have no luxury of questioning why carry out the tyrants orders,sadly at they're own painful cost.
And all of this in the name of some higher authority,or just an excuse to feed the gnashing jaws of that monster of the war machine as it preys on the innocent.
How many more times will we hear of those being killed,and just how much blood has to be shed,as Government leaders sleep soundly in they're beds.
It's our soldiers that are out there fighting for the cause away from their families,children and,husbands or wives.
Is it fair that the price of freedom be they're lives.
I have thought about this and it's reasoning,
Wondering who is right and who is wrong,even arriving at a conclusion are any of us in a position to know the answer.
Politicians fight they're wars sat behind desks,bloated on they're self indulgent importance.
While those who have no luxury of questioning why carry out the tyrants orders,sadly at they're own painful cost.
And all of this in the name of some higher authority,or just an excuse to feed the gnashing jaws of that monster of the war machine as it preys on the innocent.
How many more times will we hear of those being killed,and just how much blood has to be shed,as Government leaders sleep soundly in they're beds.
It's our soldiers that are out there fighting for the cause away from their families,children and,husbands or wives.
Is it fair that the price of freedom be they're lives.
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
This isn't so much a poem as an observation,we all have different opinions and the freedom of speech!!!
I'm Over It"
With blood apon his hands
he looked towards the walls
Where can I lay my thoughts
where can I secretly appear
He hid within his shield
thrashed to
whom may come
I know not what
befalls me
Its your faith that keeps my son
He turns in circles
meets his enemy where they lie
He looks upon with dead set eyes
then puts forth his deadly spies
He looks and will see no one
upon the sands of heat
he played the queen of spades
Oh god will I lose my feet
I do not know this land mum
I came to make a stand
I still love all
not knowing
the ultimate plan
His silent tears he cried
so deeply from his heart
He ponders
you will never know, my friends
It actually happened from the start
I sweep amongst the enemy
and watch my back as we do
As an eagle I look
I truly wish, no death unto you
I cannot write to say
I have lost my limbs or eyes
As deserving of whom I am
will they be there when I rise?
My screaming heart of felt
has slipped behind the door
I do what I do,God damn it!
I just don't know anymore!
You came home to a world
of a land,
that said
they would care
We all fell silent
our pain, we would share
Then my friend they brought you home
In a box all alone
Our first fallen soldier
your duty was bound
No war ever won,
But home
safe and sound
For Ever Our Everlasting Son
"With Love "Aroha"
To all all whom have fallen....
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he looked towards the walls
Where can I lay my thoughts
where can I secretly appear
He hid within his shield
thrashed to
whom may come
I know not what
befalls me
Its your faith that keeps my son
He turns in circles
meets his enemy where they lie
He looks upon with dead set eyes
then puts forth his deadly spies
He looks and will see no one
upon the sands of heat
he played the queen of spades
Oh god will I lose my feet
I do not know this land mum
I came to make a stand
I still love all
not knowing
the ultimate plan
His silent tears he cried
so deeply from his heart
He ponders
you will never know, my friends
It actually happened from the start
I sweep amongst the enemy
and watch my back as we do
As an eagle I look
I truly wish, no death unto you
I cannot write to say
I have lost my limbs or eyes
As deserving of whom I am
will they be there when I rise?
My screaming heart of felt
has slipped behind the door
I do what I do,God damn it!
I just don't know anymore!
You came home to a world
of a land,
that said
they would care
We all fell silent
our pain, we would share
Then my friend they brought you home
In a box all alone
Our first fallen soldier
your duty was bound
No war ever won,
But home
safe and sound
For Ever Our Everlasting Son
"With Love "Aroha"
To all all whom have fallen....
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
our first fallen soldier who was killed this year, and to all the sons and daughters that are not on this earth any more.. just because of War......dam it!This line we forever stand
This line we drew was one drew by few.
With blood and tears we drew for you.
To protect what is true is our motto to you.
One nation our nation the flag flies foever true.
We march onward forevermore not to claim glory or fame.
our love of our land make us stand and with our hearts we fight
No matter the cost no matter the stakes this bond we hold can not breaks. as long the heart beats we will rise to our feet on this line we foever stand proud.
With blood and tears we drew for you.
To protect what is true is our motto to you.
One nation our nation the flag flies foever true.
We march onward forevermore not to claim glory or fame.
our love of our land make us stand and with our hearts we fight
No matter the cost no matter the stakes this bond we hold can not breaks. as long the heart beats we will rise to our feet on this line we foever stand proud.
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
I sat in my chain and thought why I joined the armed forces and as I rememberd why I decided to do a free verse poem. I felt overjoyed as I worte this.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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