Ash

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poetry, poem, Australian traditional poetry, Australian bush poetry, Australian poet, Moreton Bay Ash, Hervey bay

I spied a grand old ash,
Close by the shore, where crash
The waves on shining sand.
I asked it: “Here you stand,
And have for many years.
What laughter and what tears
Can you recall, old tree?
Your secrets tell to me.”

Sprang up a brisk sea-breeze
To rustle its grey leaves;
Its branches swayed and groaned,
And then to me it moaned:
“So long ago I saw
Upon this shining shore,
The campfires in the night,
And by their flickering light,
The dance of painted men;
I was a sapling then;
Now fully grown am I;
My trunk is thick, and high
And mighty do I stand,
But on the shining sand
I see no signs of men –
The ones I knew back then.
Their fires have long gone cold –
To ash – and I am old.”

Then quiet – the sea-breeze died,
And soft the giant sighed;
The waves crashed on the shore;
The old ash said no more.

Common Origin

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, origin of Homo Sapiens, poem, poetry, racism

You’re special because of your race?
I doubt that you have a strong case.
Go back far enough –
We’re made from the same stuff,
And we came from the very same place.

The New Normal

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Australian poet, Islamization, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

Soldiers patrolling the street.
Be wary of strangers you meet.
All going to plan
Say the of lords of Islam –
The takeover’s almost complete.

Weed Control

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

We thought them no threat – they were few;
They into a multitude grew.
We’d best pull these weeds
Before they spread seeds,
Or else our neglect we will rue.

Memo to Newsroom

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Australian poet, Fake news, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

If it’s raining – our headline: “A Deluge!”
Minor losses? – report them as “Huge!”
A small grassfire? – “Inferno!”
Like being a journo? –
Remember, we own you, you stooge.

The Black Tower

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Australian poet, Grenfell Tower fire, poem, poetry

There it stands, a tombstone to the poor
Innocents who died – almost four score;
Of corruption, the unholy quest
Of the builders of the shining West.

Comrades spread the news throughout the land!
Of this beacon – of this burning brand –
Symbol of God’s ire, from heaven sent;
Or perhaps, a tragic accident.

Grenfell Tower – after the fire

Affected Agent

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, James Comey, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

The Democrats, James Comey wows,
For to bring down The Donald he vows.
Loud they cry “Raise the heat!”
But the tall guy’s effete –
What the British call “A big girl’s blouse.”

Whitehouse Dwarfs

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Australian poet, flammeus gladius, James Comey leaks, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry, Tom Riley

The dwarfs have each brought an umbrella,
For there is a very tall fella,
Who’s inclined to piss
And unlikely to miss.
Here comes the rain, and…it’s yella.

{after reading Deep State Leaker}

Burning Resentment

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Australian poet, Decline of London, Decline of the West, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Multiculturalism failure, poem, poetry, Socialism, UK hard left

In London the buildings are burning,
While some for the old days are yearning.
The slums are returning,
For many aren’t earning –
But little are Londoners learning.

Grenfell Tower fire

The CEO

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Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, poem, poetry

My opinions of course are PC,
And my minions of course all agree
That their minds must conform
To the corporate norm;
That is – they must all think like me.