The Poetry Section

I should add that I couldn't straighten my back easily. .. but I took 2 pills of neurofen (Ibropruphen) on two separate occasions throughout the day and shower heated my back after the first two and went walking. My back would need to be straightened against a wall corner or up against a post each time after I had been sitting and resting. I was ok to walk if I balanced straight above my hips.
By 3pm I went detecting and was bending over to dig targets with ease (didn't find anything good enough to report :/ ).
This morning I've just slipped out of bed and am mobile as good as gold..... just aware of a a solid feeling in my back just directly above my hip. I'll take some neurofen and repeat yesterday's program I do believe.
So I'm feeling ok....
just thought I'd say. erfect:

Thela Hun Jingeet.

Gold pebbles of Tasmanian smog,
Dick on lawnmower thinking of brunch,
Yabbie pump suck like the old Chevrolet,
Take me back home to where to my head lay.
Muscles aching Trump on my mind,
Gotta pay bills before the sun is all gone.

_Rake_ said:

Thela Hun Jingeet.

Gold pebbles of Tasmanian smog,
Dick on lawnmower thinking of brunch,
Yabbie pump suck like the old Chevrolet,
Take me back home to where to my head lay.
Muscles aching Trump on my mind,
Gotta pay bills before the sun is all gone.

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You truly know your way around the natural rhythms of the discipline. A harmonious contribution which has reminded this bruncher of long afternoons down by the beds working the hand organ and sucking crevices in equal measure. Play on!

silver said:

I should add that I couldn't straighten my back easily. .. but I took 2 pills of neurofen (Ibropruphen) on two separate occasions throughout the day and shower heated my back after the first two and went walking. My back would need to be straightened against a wall corner or up against a post each time after I had been sitting and resting. I was ok to walk if I balanced straight above my hips.
By 3pm I went detecting and was bending over to dig targets with ease (didn't find anything good enough to report :/ ).
This morning I've just slipped out of bed and am mobile as good as gold..... just aware of a a solid feeling in my back just directly above my hip. I'll take some neurofen and repeat yesterday's program I do believe.
So I'm feeling ok....
just thought I'd say. erfect:

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Beautiful post.

Some of you may have been fortunate enough to read a poem written around 1900 called The Bastard from the Bush. It's a ribald yarn variously attributed to Patterson or Lawson however the true author remains anonymous. If you haven't come across it I would encourage you to Google it as it is a wonderful insight into an era when attitudes where perhaps more liberal (paradoxically).

In homage to that poem I offer my own (much cleaner) take on it - hope it survives the mods long enough for some to have a read.

Well bugger me dead said Townsville Ted, the bastard from the bush
I know its true I offends a few but I cannot shuts me moosh.
Ive taken the mick from Jindivick all the way to Wittenoom
And if you ever cross my path, its you Ill soon lampoon.

But the buggers that I hates the most are those that whinge and moan
They talk about our country rough, but claim it as their home.
You know the ones Im on bout, theyre holier than thou
And every word that they put forward becomes a sacred cow.

Then theres those of them that seek to force upon us silly rules
They think we are like goats to herd, they think were bloody fools.
The pollies and the councillors with their bureaucratic crap
Their rules and regulations that they seem to have on tap.

And dont start me on religion mate, true nutters one and all
The dirty deeds of clergymen would a decent man appal.
And climate change it cannot be for it is not in Gods plan
Three Hail Marys and a mass I think wont save this sun parched land.

And political correctness mate, those words have stuffed us through
You cannot speak your mind no more, to your thoughts you cant be true.
The vocal few have shut us up, they shame us for our views
Youll see the buggers every night headlining on the news.

And equality it is for all and that you cant disparage
just take a look at the money spent supporting gays for marriage.
But for working blokes like you and me we have to watch our back
one word against the vocal few and we could get the sack.

I earn me keep, I pay me tax but my wage it does not move
while up amongst the silk suit mob a pay rise they approve.
Its two for them and none for us is how it seems to be
Its getting bloody hard to live, in the land that was so free.

So Ive had a dig at them I must that were atop me list
the pollies, priests and bureaucrats is there anyone Ive missed?
But of course this is all just tongue in cheek, I wrote it for a lark
I really am a decent chap I have no bite nor bark.

And when I meet my fellow man I look him in the eye
and there I see whats in his heart, is he really dinky di.
And if he is a decent cove then Ill tell him to his face
and welcome him to friendships fold no matter what his race.

As a parting word Ill say just this and get it off my chest
Ill put it down on paper now and then lay my pen to rest.
To those pompous, harping, prudish twits that like to rule and judge
Ill give you now some free advice that some of us wont budge

Well live our lives and speak our minds youll see this come to pass
so take your bloody, stinking rules and shove them up ya arse!

I like how your... 'innate rebel character' shines through in your verse Archimedes! Personally. I would not be quite so disparaging of my potential readers in the gay and lesbian, religious and other communities for we are one, yet we are many. but having said that I think your thoughts about politicians and the plight of the working poor are sentiments that would resonate with almost everybody.All in all I think you have done a good job and it will be great to see your work progress among these pages.Kindest Regards...reefer.

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Thanks for your comments Reefer but I fear you may be reading too much into it. This is simple doggerel. A construct. Not my sentiments but rather the sentiments of a fictitious character. That's the fun of writing. You can step outside yourself and express the opinions of others through a disassociated character. It could be thought provoking to some, entertainment to others or even offensive to the overly sensitive. Whatever it is, it isn't real. Take care mate.

Hmm

I like it but it doesn't read like the Bastard from the Bush that I have read

A stranger has come amonsgt us
he wants to join the cush.
God strike me dead
it's foreskin Ned
The bastard from the bush

etc

StoneTheCrows said:

Hmm

I like it but it doesn't read like the Bastard from the Bush that I have read

A stranger has come amonsgt us
he wants to join the cush.
God strike me dead
it's foreskin Ned
The bastard from the bush

etc

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Yes I remember that one

Would you take a maidens baby? I'd take a baby's maiden! Care for a Capstan? I'll take the flamin' lot!

Well... I have a history of reading too much into what people say!...hehe layful: I stand corrected and will quietly exit stage left. :8

A Verse or two

There's nothing quite despairing
As a poet without words
Like a forest dark and silent
Where something scared away the birds

Like when you walk away from a gravestone
Where a dearly loved one lay
Your tears have long since dried up
And there's nothing left to say

As if your hands are tied behind you
And you can't get free to write
Like your locked in some dark dungeon
And there's no candle there to light

Yet one blunders on regardless
Like all of us must do
No epic saga issues forth.
A verse or two will do...Ross.L.Langlands..2019

What to do,,,,,what to do???

It's jyst pietry fur shire.
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:fire:
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:trophy:
I'm not complaining yet

Here's one I posted elsewhere
https://www.prospectingaustralia.com/forum/viewtopic.php?pid=520659#p520659
.........
When we feel our words are gold
and hold them in high praise
we stand and fight to defend their write
but being bold to then be told
There loss was at our hand
we must be brave to then behave
and taste our humble pie.

The Man Who Thought

A man climbed up into a tree to speak his mind he thought,
but when the words spewed from his lips they seem to come to nought.
For those he sought to influence were from a different tree,
and though he argued hard his point, they seemed to disagree.

The man climbed down from up his tree, his shoulders in a hunch,
he sought to leave this mob behind and find a better bunch.
And though he wandered far and wide he never found a home,
for the things that kept him homeless were the thoughts that were his own.

Love it?

An ode to a bloke.

Theres this bloke call Madtuna
As crazy as a full moon, lunar
Dressed as a bushy
Hes no ones pussy
This hunting feral camel shooter.

Manpa said:

An ode to a bloke.

Theres this bloke call Madtuna
As crazy as a full moon, lunar
Dressed as a bushy
Hes no ones pussy
This hunting feral camel shooter.

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Cheers fella!

Actually I used to be a bit of a poet myself in my much younger years, as a child I had the gift of verse that could stir emotions bringing my listeners to tears. Seriously, I was that good!

Heres an example I wrote when I was I think in year two and read out to the class.

Its entitled Red

Red,
Red comes from your head
When youre shot dead.
Red.

Four girls in the front row cried!

:Y:

Well as those in the know would say, the boy has a way with words which belie his tender years, we are seeing another Keats in the making. layful: