under this southern sky we all should adore
for this land has never burned with any war.
our life has always been one that is free
free from dictatorship...free from tyranny.
under the southern cross we show our true pride
from the desert plains to beyond the great divide.
under the blazing sun we play, work, sweat and toil
say "she`ll be right" when life spins with great turmoil.
our way is to add O or IE to many shorten words
to outsiders it must sound off beat...so absurd.
our friends we call every bad word under the sun
no offence taken...they know it`s only a bit of fun.
" `ken oath, he`s a drongo" a true blue knows what that means
from Tassie to the Territory...and everywhere in between.
coooee cobber...fair dinkin` your such a galah
we shouted out from our beat up holden car.
whether at a BBQ or down by the sea
it's an ice cold tinny for you...and for me.
our flag is one flown on flag poles oh so high
one we should respect...show our one true pride.
so let's all come together and be as one
in this land...under...the southern sun.
............
*to all the Aussies have a bonza day on Jan 26...and have a coldie for me
I will never be ready even though you signal your leaving
I foolishly keep the bright days since so much yet needs sharing
of long partings after our intense then rare meetings
of wild childhood stories and unfathomable blur future waiting
nowhere we could ever imagine even truly existing.
The beauty of the freely crystalized future has then come true
with your unchanging care and simple soul in skillful gesture of true blue.
You know I love you so much even in my silence
I know you’re now gone, but forever unforgotten,
Wishing you were here, silently cheer our encounters often
even if I know much of your pain and sometimes helplessness stands
in the face of bitter destiny, we all struggle to walk away, to just be gone.
But we can’t lie that time to bodily part will come anon, perhaps this afternoon breeze
just in time to forget our worries, but to thankfully remember our sweet memories
of how much I love you…
And I will always do
in the deep ocean of true blue.
(28 October 2022)
So Marmites great leader has spoken
He finally came out of his jar
His soldiers which are yet to be named
Are travelling to our Aussie land afar
Sir Tom states Vegemite is the poor mans Marmite
That is not quite true
It’s actually the other way around
As Marmite is what you wipe of your shoe!
Our bright yellow lids are off and we are ready
For our Vegemite we will forever protect and defend
The Vegemite Vixens will show no mercy
We will battle these inferior Marmite soldiers til the end!!
If any of our Marmite enemies are captured
They will be stripped naked and disciplined
By covering their own body with marmite
Then left naked in the hot Aussie desert
To let nature do it’s thing!!
We await your arrival our butter knives in hand
With toast, butter and confident anticipation
Ready to wipe that disgusting marmite of your face
And spread Vegemite throughout all nations!
I am true blue
Loyal to you
When your heart cries out in sorrow
I will shelter you from your fears
keep your eyes from spilling their tears
I will steadfastly staunch their flow
I will shelter you from your fears
shield you from and an evil foe
raise your spirits when they are low
keep your eyes from spilling their tears
I am true blue
I will shelter you from your fears
until your smile begins to glow
keep your eyes from spilling their tears
Loyal to you
Loyal to you
I am true blue
December 7, 2021
Meditative Ballad Contest
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A divergency of sorts.
Breaking away from the norm.
I’ll never conform.
A harmonious verbiage full of love and hate.
There’s no reason to segregate.
Planetary arrangements spoke softly to you.
As the crowd of constitutes walked away.
From a Texas governor that may not see another day.
As his own party perceives his hostage taking as a sign of discouragement in what’s free.
True Blue , right on key.
True Blue, I’m right with you.
True Blue stand by me.
True Blue stand up for what is free.
The Trumps' greatest fear has come true
Their White House lease will not renew
Just not enough red
To feather Trump's bed
Ivanka and Jared are blue!
Steve Irwin
had a love of wildlife
and a love of his family
for their future in life
Steve always liked to rapture
the paradise of Mother Nature
and the bright boldness of life
Not long after Steve was born
he developed his amazing passion
to admire and look after his mates
Steve liked khaki shorts to be worn
not being drawn into fashion
as wildlife doesn’t have human baits
When Steve was a young boy
he loved to caress snakes
while team mates played with bats
Snakes are a species, that he loved to enjoy
so out of the eski, goes the team snacks
and in go the snakes, that are seen as pussy cats
I was fortunate to of met Steve, The Crocodile Hunter
and he was exactly the same, as seen on T.V.
always full of life, with lots of effort to strive
Hey true blue, mum and dad are glue
making your heart so true and then it’s me and you
with mates who are new, True Blue
My True Blue Sky
(A Vision)
And then a lens
Says focus
Past feeling
And a first
A sky
Goodbye
A reason why
At open with
A thirst
A stare
A sky before
Me
A true blue hue
At last
Without a need
At casting
A distance
And a past
All and there
A highway
And exits
With a call
A try blue sigh
(Without you)
In shades of grey
At fall
A promise
And not answers
A beckon less
At lent
A sky
A sigh
(Without you)
Above and clear
At sent
All errors
And outlasting
A true the hue
At there
(Without)
A need
At pictures
Just blue
A frame
At share
At then
And there
A capture
A settle and
A score
A need to know
And given
At open
And a more
A true blue sky
(Without you)
As private
As a sigh
My true blue sky
(Without you)
At rest
(Without)
A why
True Blue Music Lovers
Eyes squeezed, ears held shut,
When the Koto is plucked, and
Kimono girl shrieks in league,
After much sake,
The Zither is fined tuned, and
The Soprano is well dressed.
2019 April 29
*3rd Place*
Best Sedoka - 577-577
~~Lu Loo
Bluebells and bluebonnets sprinkled against the horizon
Azure sky smiles, streaks of turquoise and light blue
Delighting each other as they race in and out of the
Remnants of what is left of the bluest meadow,
The sky winks, knowing she will be changing into
Nightfall quickly. Travelling to a new place to blue up
The oceans, and show her full loveliness. Seeping into dreams.
Showing her lakes and ice floats her true color.
Some are calmed by her, which is why God selected her
To be the day sky. Some of the angels had argued for pink
But the ones who were tired of that color won the argument.
Blue polka dotted dresses, navy blue suits, blue, the boy's color.
Glorious, wonderful, soothing, powdery, pleasurable blue.
No painting is complete without her. No outfit either; dress her up
Or wear her in jeans, she is in style, and comfortable in her own skin
No matter what. Chosen by God, was blue, after all.
THE REDEEMED ASSURANCE
God will ne'er leave you, come what may!
He will stand right by you all the way.
Trials could sometimes seem long and fierce,
And drowning weights of burdens and cares;
But God will never forsake you.
He watches o'er the redeemed true-blue.
He will never let you crumble;
He will hold you firm lest you stumble.
Though, sometimes He permits a test,
He'll be waiting at the end to give you rest.
Son’s comfort teddy was called Blue
If mislaid it would cause a to do
We purchased another
So Blue had a brother -
I admit that my son never knew!
Our son adored his teddy and we were so worried if it got lost or needed washing that he wouldn’t settle so we got a spare. Son would always look a little quizzical when they were swapped for washing as he could recognise the fresh smell of the washing powder but we never let on until now that we ever had a spare
1/7/19
I have been fooled many times before,
hurt, and had my heart ravaged to the core;
sadly, I have learned not to trust,
and said 'bye to friends with disgust.
See, the problem with me is that I believe,
I am loyal, forgiving, much too naive;
yet, the end of friendship makes me grieve.
I put all my faith in a friend.
on me they can always depend;
and I will forever defend.
But, no more chances- three,
fool me ONCE and you go into the sea;
now, only "true blue" is the key,
but, friends lost still make my tears pour.
________________________
August 14, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/"True Blue" is the Key
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1052-162-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Fool Me Once
sponsor, Brenda Chiri
Tenth Place
Don’t be as ice to me this day.
Did I do something you now hate?
What’s my offense that seems to grate
upon your soul, tell I now pray.
Were we not lovers yesterday,
when you put sweet lips close to mine
with hazel eyes that seem to shine
as I held you in a soft way.
Then I said June comes after May
when we can tie the marriage bow.
Yes, Angel, know your face will glow
and we will be as one some say.
What you overhear is not true
For I am true as sky is blue.
Daisy blue be not sad, nor feel untrue.
despite your petals not be white, in hue.
For sky and sea milieu is color blue,
no rose can be blue in petal like you.
Daisy posy, something blue on view
for wedding, heralding a love so true
that no other flower ever will do.
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