Juggernaut

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anthropogenic climate change, poem, poetry, Renewable energy scams, Wind farms

The juggernaut rolls on – it can’t be stopped.
Just like a lead balloon – it can’t be popped.
Each moment of each hour it gathers speed.
Its engine’s made of gold – its fuel is greed.
The dining car is fitted with a trough
Where first class passengers are heard to scoff
(While burying their snouts up to their ears)
At those who still refuse a slice of pie.
They say that they are fools – that they deny.
“Agree!” they say – it’s just a little lie,
As down the track the gravy train it rockets,
While passengers piss in each other’s pockets.
To corporations science has sold its soul.
To silence skepticism is the goal
Of “scientists” who can’t lie straight in bed.
The evidence is in – the theory’s dead,
But crooked politicians give their mates
More subsidies, more grants and more rebates.
Corruption wins while truth and justice fades
Beneath the tyranny of turning blades.
No care for all the sickness and the harm;
Another day, another ruined farm.
The truth will out, it’s waiting round the bend.
The juggernaut will meet a sticky end.

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Poetry of the Bush

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Australian bush poetry, bush poet, Bush Poetry, Formal poetry, poem, poetry

Dyin’ stockmen bitin’ dust
Sweepin’ wheat fields stained with rust
Goannas stuck up holler logs
Grown men cryin’ over dogs
Battlers on the western blocks
Plantin’ stones and growin’ rocks
Brave men crossin’ desert sands
Dancers dancin’ – country bands
Drovers singin’ lonely songs
Outback heroes rightin’ wrongs
Golden holes where treasure gleams
Slowly creepin’ bullock teams
Sun a settin’ in the west
Magpies buildin’ a new nest
In a tall and stately gum
Stockmen gettin’ drunk on rum
Catchin’ buffs and shootin’ pigs
On high springboards fellin’ figs
Wattles swayin’ in the breeze
Faithful prayin’ on their knees
Wives a waitin’ at the rails
Husbands tellin’ doubtful tales
Ringers sittin’ round the fire
Seein’ who’s the biggest liar
Rivers turnin’ into mud
Rivers in a ragin’ flood
Rivers runnin’ red with blood
While a cow chews on its cud
Wild blacks spearin’ settlers
Lonely camps of fettlers
Steam from an artesian gush
Thunderin’ hooves as cattle rush
Horsemen cuttin’ cattle out
Bones a bleachin’ in the drought
Farmers and their crazy schemes
Farmer’s sons with foolish dreams.
These are just some of the themes
Wrote about on reams and reams.
Writ with metre and with rhyme
Mostly of a bygone time.
Some may say it’s had its day
And it’s true it doesn’t pay
But while bush bards have their way
Like the bush it’s here to stay.

Road Trains

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Australian bush poetry, australian formal poetry, Australian traditional poetry, bush poet, Bush Poetry, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, road train

On dusty tracks and outback roads
The juggernauts haul mighty loads,
Hearts beating with explosive power
Around the clock in every hour.

They follow not a track of steel,
No rail they need to guide each wheel
For they are steered by human hands,
Not bound by shackles to iron bands.

Neath shining stars – on blackest nights
They thunder by, ablaze with lights,
Past roadside bush that heaves and shakes
With wind that whistles in their wakes.

To each remote and distant place
They roar with unremitting pace,
Through desert dust or flooding rains
Go rocking, rolling, great road trains.

Meek Inherit Earth!

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australian formal poetry, Australian traditional poetry, Formal poetry, poem, poetry

It is writ that the meek shall inherit the Earth,
I admit, I’m inclined to agree.
But I wonder: by then, will it have any worth –
After Satan has taken his fee?