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A forum for the interaction of all interested in maintaining the traditions of Australian Bush Poetry.
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THE FAIR DINKUM AUSSIE.

It’s Australia Day, so I thought I’d post something a little patriotic. THE FAIR DINKUM AUSSIE. When you’re a dinkum Aussie you hold a special feel inside, and nothing on the face of Earth, can change that Aussie pride. The real spirit...
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The Butcherbirds Song

Still filing and came across this one again - with so many bad things happening in the world today, like the sad story in Bob's Post - hopefully It might help to brighten things up a bit. THE BUTCHERBIRDS SONG Away in the distance I hear the ...
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Prompts 18/1/2020 'Then And Now'

THEN AND NOW As another new year rolls on by with hopes of better things, for the world is still in turmoil with the hopelessness that brings. Wildfires ravage all the countryside along with summer heat, there’s no wonder that right now, an ice-c...
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A PRISONER'S LAMENT.

This describes what it might be like being incarcerated. It’s taken from various experiences of prisoners. A PRISONER’S LAMENT. It's a bitter day of sorrow when you drink the cup of shame. You get branded with a number, and you’re forced...
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THE BELLS OF CHRISTMAS.

Merry Christmas to all members and guests. This is a poem that I wrote about a year ago, it is still appropriate for 2019. THE BELLS OF CHRISTMAS Festive seasons do come and go, In summer heat, or winter snow. But peals of Christmas Bells t...
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terry's challenge 2

My neighbours are the ones from Hell and in this summer heat, I’m hoping a wildfire comes along, wipes them from our street. Just a forlorn new years hope, dreams over an ice cold beer I’d like to be the way we were, our street was filled with che...
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Thanks Terry. Was missing Harry's challenges

The summer heat was scorching, the wildfire ringed the town, The Firies couldn’t help us, the day the house burnt down. Xmas in the past was good but this year held no cheer, Didn’t even have a fridge so nary an ice cold beer. We will rebuild th...
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Writers Prompts to 18/1/20

Giving Harry a bit of a rest Here are a few prompts - see what you can make of these. Cheers Terry New Year Hope Christmas in the past Wildfire Summer Heat The Day the house burnt down An Ice cold Beer The way we were...
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Response to Bob's poem

THE RECITAL I had written me some poems, for it’s something I can do Not something I do often but I’ve written me a few I showed them to some friends of mine who said they were pretty good And sending them to a bush poetry comp was something th...
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I Forget

I Forget This world can be a frightening place , from pain there's no relief I watch the news each evening and it can fill your life with grief Carnage on our highways, the ravages of war Sometimes I have to wonder mate ,what are they fighting ...
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My Vow

This poem is about how a father or mother may feel returning from the Middle Eastern war (or any war). My ex-husband was a Sailor who was called to arms in 2004. He trained Iraqi troops at sea, and also fought on land, based in Um Qsar. Originally, I...
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Where are all these adds coming from ? has the site been hacked or are they approved by the moderators ?...
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We Were Soldiers Once

Written by Chris Ivins, 29 August 2019 I've been writing poetry for many years, and have published some online. I have two poems about to be published; one in a book due at the end of 2019, and another in a magazine due in February 2020. I write a...
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Another question to the Guru's

The APBA site has been mentioned a few times in this forum so I decided to take a look. There is a link to winners of Bush Poetry events over the last umpty years so I did some research. 224 winning entries. 54 winning entrants. 6 poets took away 11...
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My Refuge

My Refuge The love roads and byways of dirty dusty lanes Of city streets and traffic is running through your veins A strong love of noisy night clubs, Parties, dusty grey brown skies I know but cannot share it for my love is otherwi...
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question for Terry and Harry

All the poetry I have written is for recitals, and I have done many. This is the first (and only) site where I have submitted poetry for other to read and I m frankly astonished at the difference between the two. Harry rightly pointed out in a poem ...
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unauthorised use of names but there you go

If you want to write poetry, you could do plenty worse Than joining this web site called simply “Bush Verse”. Harry Harper’s the moderator and runs the whole show, Not much about rhyming that Harry don’t know. He gives lots of good feedback but...
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BLUEY BRINK.

An old poem that might be good for a smile. Bluey Brink There once was a shearer by the name Bluey Brink, a devil for work and a terror for the drink. He could shear a full hundred each day without fear, and could drink without winking, four...
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Harry's challenge 7/10 (2)

Me knees are all buckled, me love life’s deflated, I’m thinking that old age is most overrated. Now I’m not saying that I’m quite over the hill, But more than one time I’ve wished time would stand still. “Undulating heartbeat” me specialist on...
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Harry's challenge 7/10 (1)

There’s a place somewhere yonder, not far over the hill Where the buckled and undulating land seems to spill To the low flats where the rivers do snake and entwine Where there's peace and contentment and no sense of time. It’s a place where you...
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