Colleen Wright
Colleen Wright Poems
Drought in Australia.
The Khaki 'strides' upheld only by the leather plaited belt,
the colours in the checked cotton shirt and the Akubra felt
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Farewell to my Dad.
A couple of things that you should know,
if and when, to the next life you must go.
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Too many long scorching summers of unending heat
have passed and burned away hopes - no rain – defeat.
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Yes, maybe you should beware of the rose that grows too quickly,
As the fragrance could be too over-powering, too strong or sickly.
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Why and how do I love thee?
I love your good heart, you see
I love the look of you - for me.
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My dear old Dad used to say, 'ya gotta e cruel to be kind',
and of that understanding I found very hard for me to find,
until into my life you came along
and I now fully understand the song.
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For my new poetic friend - a special man I've met not so long ago,
- a tall, lean man with a wonderful smile - I see it - you must know.
I hope you smile when you read my poor prose,
and when I ask you to write too - there'll be no 'no's.
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Nalini
Out of the blue and from across the world arrived a beautiful girl Nalini,
to my computer without warning or expectation there she was in writing.
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Enthused.
Your appreciation for nature and the written word
is to be bettered by very few I have seen or heard,
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A new vessel has not character nor history,
however, an older one has wisdom and leaves mystery.
The worn and cracked vessel will dropp water for the seed to grow,
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A Surprise before your Eyes!
My elderly Aunt May came to have dinner at our house
and she was, as usual, not like that of a quiet little mouse.
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Love is when we are compelled to stop - to hear and see
what it is that has caught our attention so unexpectedly.
It is when we must stop – to gaze and to listen
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Twinkle Toes.
A big, blue, bouncing, baby boy arrived late, on this earth,
and simply slept, ate and gurgled with laughter and mirth.
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I'll tell you of a story that happened once upon a time,
and will tell it to you my way, in words that rhyme.
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I need a man who is strong enough to cry,
I need a man who will always explain why.
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You sent a message to the world
hoping to find a very special girl.
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A most charming man arrived into her world, so unexpectedly from 'out of the blue'
and invited her to come onto his scene and to enjoy playing in the wider world.
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Colleen Wright Biography
I have lived in the country and along the coast of 'the lucky country', Australia, and been blessed to have had many various experiences. Currently I am living on the Queensland Sunshine Coast. As a result I have grown to appreciate the earth, people, animals, and plants etc, of which I believe we so often take far too much for granted. Poetry is a wonderful form of expression and communication, and something of which has given me, and others much pleasure. I am most grateful to our creator for all I have been given. I dedicate my poetry to my three wonderful children, their familes, those closest to me, and my precious and much valued friends [you as readers also - thank you! ] who have inspired and encouraged me to write many of my thoughts, feelings and experiences. To all - enjoy life, see the good, feel for those less fortunate and be happy. Colleen Wright. T.G.)
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Drought In Australia
Drought in Australia.
The Khaki 'strides' upheld only by the leather plaited belt,
the colours in the checked cotton shirt and the Akubra felt
are accentuated by the brown of the elastic sided R. M.W. Boots
of the man from the bush – he loves his country, Australia, his roots.
This solitary independent unassuming and yet self assured man
falls sideways into his driver's seat of his Holden, as only he can.
Ignition on – car gathering speed as he reaches for the door,
then struggles to correct the seat belt – then foot to the floor.
With right hand only on the wheel – the two turn sharply right
and quickly whisks into the drought stricken west – out of sight.
Red dust, black dust, gray dust, bull dust – it all is a must
when a working man speeds to help his mate 'make a crust'.
Ewes, wethers, lambs, rams, heifers, and steers – they have the lot.
Struggling to survive the economy - the drought on their dry plot.
The battle is on to grin and bare it – to be strong and positive,
to fight in this drought of droughts, to live, be cheerful, and strive.
Men and women of our sunburned land negotiable to buy and sell
their future breeding stock today – or tomorrow they must kill.
There is not water - there is not grass - there is not grain
what's left is debts - strain - anguish – sorrow and pain.
The shrill of the telephones echo from room to room
as country folk communicate and discuss their gloom.
No luxuries enjoyed this decade, barely the necessities
affordable for man, woman and child – all ill at ease.
Surely the heavens will open up soon and replenish
the land, the animals, the peoples needs, and wish.
Prayers are being prayed – hope at it's highest pitch
in reaching out to survive, theres' no poor, and no rich.
Some clouds appear from a direction which is not the best
they come, they tease, they flaunt, they tease, and then rest
into the horizon for another destination – but not here
where thirst is at it's worst, and men beg for a Aussie beer.
The beauty of the country folk comes again to the fore -
they smile, they love, they welcome, always open a door.
The struggle goes on as they aim to live – in the usual way
they sacrifice, do without, for love, but always say, 'G day'.
Yes life goes on – the children pad the dusty roads to school
good wives and mothers smile, and keep their families cool,
as the menfolk – young and old, do their best to stay on top
of this dire situation and hope for much rain, grain and stock.
Dust storms roll in as the weary farmers curse the sifting sand
as billowing brown clouds rolling through their homes and land.
Then when least expected the thick clouds gather and do burst
and quench and wash the land until finally - no more thirst.
Colleen Wright. T.G. © 1.09.2006
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This poet really loves the nature, and she open a new window on our Godly Land. the real talented lover of our nature makes new pictures in own verse of words. I like poems on Frog and poppy. Once she may be known as mother of this nature...
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I think everyone should read this poet - she has an incredible ability to open up windows onto a world that she knows so well.