John D. Farley
John D. Farley Poems
|1.||The Gusunder From Downunder||2/14/2008|
|2.||Moon Bay, Ngarigo Blokes, My Special Place||2/14/2008|
|3.||The Bloke From Mullumbimby||2/14/2008|
|4.||The Ode To The Flooded Causeway||2/14/2008|
|5.||The Dunny And The Choko Vine||2/14/2008|
|6.||Pancho Me Dog, Me Dog Pancho||2/15/2008|
|7.||Clareville Beach And 'Bloody Torpedos'||2/18/2008|
|8.||Mooseface, My School Friend.||2/20/2008|
|9.||Farleys Prose And Poetry||2/21/2008|
|10.||Brunswick Heads, The Rocky Boardwalk, South.||2/24/2008|
|11.||Ngarigo Blokes, Moon Bay||3/2/2008|
|12.||My Name's Petal, Love Me.||3/9/2008|
|13.||The Bell Has Rung, Posted.||3/18/2008|
|14.||Little Baby Cherry||4/17/2008|
|17.||Mums And Stuff, Blues||5/12/2008|
|18.||The Bundemar Stud||5/24/2008|
|19.||Mummy Dolphin And The Bub.||8/18/2008|
|20.||Give Or Take A Metre||3/10/2009|
|22.||Me Old Mate Joe||5/9/2008|
Comments about John D. Farley
Me Old Mate Joe
My old mate Joe, his body has departed. My golfing mate, my Community involved mate, me Theater person mate, and then somewhere, somehow he sticks things in my mind. Knew and have known him. Joe is a real mate.
Some words from Joe.
Me names Joe, sometimes Joseph, and yes me coat was of many colours brave.
But I’m just an ordinary bloke, so it won’t take long, your precious time, I’ll try hard to save.
I loved me friends at the Unit, overalls resplendent orange colour bold.
I didn’t give much ceremony for acrimony, but I did my duties told.
Well, they ...
Little Baby Cherry
I GOT LOST MUMMY
In 2000 a little 6 year girl went “walkabout” from the yard of her home near Broken Head Northern NSW. She wandered off with her pet dog. Her mother had been in constant voice contact.
The terrain behind her home was dense bush leading into heavy coastal forest. About 8 / 9 kilometers east was the Broken Head Caravan Park, a small hamlet near the ocean.
The time was late afternoon; conditions were calm and cloudless, then. Little Cherry did not answer her mothers call.