Australia takes her pen in hand
To write a line to you,
To let you fellows understand
How proud we are of you.
From shearing shed and cattle run,
From Broome to Hobson's Bay,
Each native-born Australian son
Stands straighter up today.
The man who used to 'hump his drum',
On far-out Queensland runs
Is fighting side by side with some
Tasmanian farmer's sons.
The fisher-boys dropped sail and oar
To grimly stand the test,
Along that storm-swept Turkish shore,
With miners from the west.
The old state jealousies of yore
Are dead as Pharaoh's sow,
We're not State children any more,
We're all Australians now!
Our six-starred flag that used to fly
Half-shyly to the breeze,
Unknown where older nations ply
Their trade on foreign seas,
It seems these poets have nothing
up their ample sleeves
they turn over so many cards so early,
telling us before the first line
whether it is wet or dry,
night or day, the season the man is standing in,
even how much he has had to drink.
Maybe it is autumn and he is looking at a sparrow.
Maybe it is snowing on a town with a beautiful name.
She lives for the diamonds on her wrist,
The same cut she used to kill her morals with.
Each nip and tuck to her face,
the original woman underneath is gone without a trace,
She doesn't even view her husband as human nowadays,
Just someone to have intercourse with and for monetary gain.
The destructive nature of greed is pertinent,
To succeed in being a liar is rather unfortunate.
Even her son, an innocent pawn in her game,
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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
I want you to know
You know how this is:
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
A dark black shining statue of Kali,
Looking dreadful, awesome,
how to bust the myth of Kali,
What it is dreadful,
As the wine began running out
I wondered what life was about,
caught up in that awful place where
life gets tough and the rubber hits the road.
Passing through- tough time;
An owl's agonizing cry
Made me moved further!
were long indeed.
It has become customary
to travel quickly
I moved ahead
Bounded by this open living's
Wilder roaming spaces
All all sides jut out, through panting
In cat's, bear's sharp-toothed blend
All around you there live the sages,
They live on the earth for your guidance,
Some with patched frocks live in modest huts,
Some with silken robes live in grand palaces,
Characteristic of the believer
And orthodox lover
By which hope, for the eternal burns
Unified as they are
at the edge of the dream
I heard the sound
of your batting wings.
When It Rains So Heavily,
And The Wind Blows Too Hard,
Even A Mighty Chinar Tree Falls Down,
Though Its Roots Go Very deep,
Be Ready To Greet
Walking through the red chinar leaves
Rustling sound tells me winter is coming
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; A rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption
Or even there was not any of other natural calamities,
A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush
With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing,
Sweet moment, stay with me,
and pray do not flee so soon,
Let me enjoy the bliss of that
first kiss beneath the moon.
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.