Bigga bogga

Bigga bogga 

Bigga bogga 

Bigga bogga boo

My little Brudda did a

Big fat ... [poo]

Home at heart

Happy husband

And father of four 

My work and toil

Is rarely a bore

Liji Beau

Liji, Liji Beau

Liji, Liji Beau

Where does all the food go?

Liji Beau

Whoopsy toopsy

Whoopsy toopsy

Bobbily boo

I done a big poopsy

And missed the loo

Couch Joey

 Cloud sack baby

Flops on a couch

Wants to be a wallaby 

In his Mother’s pouch

Silly Dad

Silly Daddy

Smelly socks

Naughty Daddy

Hairy jocks

Not a lot

 

I’m trying

That’s for sure.

I’m giving

All I’ve got.

A-merry-cana

Cool bananas 

Warm Bahamas 

Silly lamas 

Serious farmers

Bono

There once was a little dog Bono

Who to every question would answer “dunno?”

Anymore

“Don’t blow me any kisses”

You don’t want them anymore 

You loathe my little raspberries 

“Don’t blow them at the door”

Falling

Silly me sacrificing

Everything for thee

When all along I’m slaving

For naught but else than me

My Bread

The bread that feeds the will

Gives life to mortal me

The Lord the Word is still

Made flesh for all to see

Eaglehawk Neck

Eaglehawk Neck

Falconkite Lip

Tunaseal Leg

Jellyshark Hip

Gallery

Suddenly I’m standing

In an open gallery 

It looks to be expanding 

Much more than I can see

The Agony

The inner loss of losing you

Despite my love and plea

There is no greater agony

Than to lose your love for me

Longtime Walkabout

Bin up there walkabout 

Long time 

Bin lookin an thinkin

Long time

Wet and Wandering

Whither will I wander

In this weather well

Well will l wonder

Whether I be well

Burning

The ground is cracked

And baking bare

I stagger forward

Not knowing where

I head toward

This fatal day

On which I hoard

My deep dismay

Wannabeget

Woebegone tired

And worse for wear

I’m under the weather

With a Wobbegong stare

Night Alone

The day is gone

The night is home

I pray and mourn

And wait alone

Marigold Winter

My hens have stopped laying 

My bees only linger

My skinks are hibernating 

It’s past time for winter

Mercenary Love

You wanted me for what I could give you

You needed me just to make it through

You loved me for the promise of lifestyle

You went along with my big boy smile

Dancing

A starling murmuring

Pirouettes in flight 

A chattering of wing

Swooping round in fright 

Idol of my Heart

Supermassive black hole

Orbiting with all my soul

Spiralling galaxy

Falling in endlessly 

Trust and not just Tries

I want to write a poem

To put my mind at ease

I’m not like Jeroboam 

I’ve started keeping bees

Left to Be

You can’t love an empty shell

I’ve got no spark you see

You’ve tried much more than I can tell

You’re loathed and so lonely

The Sunset

The golden sun was sinking in the West,

And as it did so its brilliant colours glared in the eyes of a little child.

Comfort

Lord for the future though unknown

I cannot be afraid

For Thou hast promised all Thine own

Thine all-sufficient aid

Betty Eleanor Towns

Season for Joy

It’s a season for joy

For spirits raised high!

The end of the year 

Is very close by!

The Lady

She watches the tiny birds

As they forage on the ground
And chirp up in their trees
The most glorious of sounds

My Family

My family are gold

A ring that makes me complete

Sugar with pancakes 

Like a small warm breeze

What's in a Rainbow?

I look at a rainbow

And what can I see?

The butter-gold sun

And a honey-filled bee

The Spring!

Joy! The Winter's nearly gone

Soon will Spring come dancing on

And before her here dance I

Pink like sunrise in the sky!

Pray Thyself In Me

“Lord, I know not what I ought to ask Thee;

Thou only knowest what I need;

Thou lovest me better than I know how to love myself.

David the Fallen

Many were his foes

Of David, a song

For his life, like a flea

Fled from Absalom

My Great Prayer

The morning bright

With rosy light,

Shall wake me from my sleep.

My Lord and My Rod

When grief like a flood engulfs me as I pray

When dark doubts like waves rock my soul

Whatever my lot thou hast taught me to say

I am yours, you are God, my own goal

Cords of Death

The cords of death entangled

Destruction overwhelmed

The snares of death confronted

The coiling grave compelled

Happy Everlife

Happy Birthday Mum

Greatest of all mothers

You carried me in your tum

My sister and brothers

O Happy Life

O happy one walking

Not in godless plans

Lest their paths standing

Where scoffer he bands

The Defaming of Sméagol

In a boat above the dank

Sits a small young Déagol

From a hole under the bank

Leaps his dear cousin Sméagol

Chords of Life

Sing this in song

David the servant

To One who is strong

To music be fervent

Unwakened Trees

Bottoms are up

Heads in the ground

As sleepish trees

Unwake surround

Entish Wake

Trees be wreathe

Lungs reach out

Wind pipe up

Trunk stand doubt

Missessary Journey

Myopic mind has lost its sight

This cranium is out of fight

The world once mine has been upended

A minitude of life pretended

Bemeaning

It’s a wild day for bad weather

A dark day for the rain

It’s a black day for night time

I can’t keep things just the same

De Day A Way

What’s this date today

A day you do de side?

A date for me to stay

Away a way to hide?

All that is Old

All that is gold does not glitter

Nor should all who falter be tossed

If Only I had a Mane

I could whittle away the hours

Under sky without those clowers

Conferring with the twigs and

Talking to the gum trees leaves

Vote for the Beans

Don’t vote with your feet

Or vote with your thumb

Vote with your mouth

It ain’t mute or dumb