Australian Bush Verse & Poetry Forum

A forum for the interaction of all interested in maintaining the traditions of Australian Bush Poetry.
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MY COUNTRY

MY COUNTRY. I love my exploited country, of excess tax and pain. Of rampant unemployment; while homeless still remain. I love our mistreated old folk, each one who built this land; of their rising costs of living; I just don’t understand....
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An Old Fashioned Girl

This poem started life on another forum as a homework poem some time ago, so I have decided to tidy it up a bit and hopefully improved it a little. - don't think the original was posted here? AN OLD-FASHIONED GIRL By the feeble glimmer of an ol...
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Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home I was sitting with the Missus when the thought first crossed my mind, that there’s nothing quite as peaceful that a bloke like me could find. No, this place is not palatial with a golden painted dome, just a simple house and gar...
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A LETTER TO A DIGGER.

This poem was intended to be posted on ANZAC DAY, Due to circumstances it did not happen. A LETTER TO A DIGGER. When you come home from war to me your lips on mine will press and kiss away the flowing tears, the tears of loneliness. Shall ...
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Raindrops

Raindrops Softly and gently the rain drops are falling. The air is alive with the sound The drops hit the brown earth in a living crescendo wet circles all over the ground. The frogs start to sing in their static refrain ...
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LOSING THE PLOT.

LOSING THE PLOT. Children are reflections of their parents – well so they say; if that is true, one’s thinking is that some have lost their way. Children now are being bred lacking virtue and respect. Bad parenting might well become one thing w...
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A whimsical tale

A WANDERING LIFE I walk through the bush with my woomera and spear I’ve got nothing else that I’ve ever held dear And I hunt for my tucker like my ancestors did For my father taught me how when I was a kid There’s a dingo named bluey, walks ...
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shifting sands

SHIFTING SANDS You can hear it in the nighttime when the red hot embers glow It’s a sound that seems to come and then as quickly seems to go It’s a whisper, it’s a murmur that you sometimes strain to hear But if you wander off to find it, it’s no...
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THE NEST.

Gidday all. On Anzac Day I suffered a minor stroke and ended up in hospital. It knocked me about a bit, but I'm now on the slow road of recovery. Hospital and doctors appointments have taken much of my time and will do so for a while to come. Sorry i...
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Travel

TRAVEL When I’ve boarded the ship or the plane or the car I’ve had travel in mind with no thought for how far For there’s one thing that we as Australians do well Is roam the four corners for stories to tell So I’ve supped in Piazzas and din...
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Evaluation of my poem

Their Guts will be in There The Xmas of 18 saw such scattered falls, Where heat dust and flies did smother their calls For inches of rain to come drown this pest, From Townsville to Birdsville and way on out west. In the weeks before this, a...
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Opinion appreciated

The Timber Getters The First Fleet arrived in the year 88, Then it took many years to see our mistake, The biggest and best by the axe had been felled, When The Greenies saw red, and then they rebelled. The granting of Heritage did close al...
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Submission of poem

Hi, I'd like to submit a few poems for review. Which is the best forum to do this?...
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A Bessie spin off

MRS McGUIRES DAMPER Bess and I went a drovin’ After a fair bit of rovin’ Up north around Cloncurry way We’d been drovin’ before So we both knew the score At the end there was always good pay It was bloody hard yakka Following our tracker ...
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DILEMMA.

DILEMMA. It creeps into your household - it’s as cunning as a fox, devours what’s in the pantry, and then puts holes in your socks. It stays awake throughout the day, and never sleeps at night, a hideous intruder - shows no mercy in its plight....
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How Lucky You Are

How Lucky You Are Its a terrible life for a woman with children out here where we are We don’t even have mobile service, and no shopping mall or a bar. We never go out for dinner and I don’t have a babysitter The isolation here means we must ofte...
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Social Media

I thought that there was no one home But then, it chilled me to the bone I saw ten people, all alone Just sitting there, each with a phone. It seemed they were all unaware That there was someone else right there Their eyes were fixed in a bli...
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Bessie

BESSIE It was an ad in the paper that first caught my eye “We want young city fellas to give jackarooing a try” So I applied for the role and what do you know They rang me straight back saying we’ll give you a go. There were eight of us chosen...
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Mobile Phone

Mobile Phone I’ve gone back to the old wooden model with the stone buttons. I had hoped that it might still have the “cigarette lighter” and “pipe cleaner” apps , but these have now been replaced with the “spirit level”, “movie dock” and “sat nav” f...
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