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Monday Poem: “Politics”


Caesar was loved by the masses
But stabbed in the back by his friends,
Who’d want to be a politician
And meet such a horrible end?
Caesar did what was right in his own eyes,
And that had just a small perk or two,
He knew how to defend
His ideas to all men
And how to tick off more than a few.

That’s just politics though, isn’t it?

Brutus (the coward)
Wasn’t brave, smart or proud,
Was not really anyone.
He went from being like a son
Then hardened to become
Just another hired gun.
Marc Antony was next
And quickly made a mess,
He did not have success
Before he followed in Caesars steps.

And the disc keeps turning,
Stuck on repeat.
That’s just politics though, isn’t it?

Monday Poem: “Couta Rocks 5”

Couta Rocks 5

Exploring the rocks
With my dog and my pop
And a bag to collect what we find-
A rope tied in knots
And a broken cray-pot
And some shells of all sizes and kinds,
An indigenous tool
(Ill put it back, that’s the rule)
And some junk off a Japanese ship,
This bait-saver looks good,
I’d take it home I could
But my pop tells me we already have six.

I gained a lot from those days
In my bag and my brain
As we’d talk, or explore, or just laugh.
I had a fine looking hound
And all the things that we found
But what I gained most was what Pop placed in my heart.


Emu Food Cam

Feeding the emus at Tasmania Zoo. Emu Food Cam

Monday Poem- “No World Order”

No World Order

Innovative designers
And gatekeepers of culture
Take on this task
Of our brave new world,
Asking for formula, predictability and data files
Of news readers, geeks and pedophiles
And other upstanding citizens friends.
In a strictly libertarian sense
These things are deviant,
But in a practical sense they are convenient.
However convenient isn’t always good,
Just ask Robin Hood,
Who had all the riches in the world
But still slept out in the woods,
As well us heroes should.

Photos: Launceston critters- echidna, green & gold frog and yabby – October 2011



I love Launceston because it has lots of cool scenery and critters to photograph. Katie and I were walking and came across these three animals in a very short amount of time. The short-beaked echidna is plentiful in Tassie (this one was fairly small & shy). The green & gold frog (or growling grass frog) is apparently really rare in Tassie, but we found a place along the Tamar Island board-walk where they like to sun-bake and there was about eight that day as big as my middle finger. I am not sure which type of yabby it is that we found so any comments about that would be great, I sent the photo to inland fisheries to ask them for help categorising it so hopefully they will be able to.

I’m looking forward to this summer, because I’m hoping we can photograph lots of wildlife this year. I will try and post some photos up if I remember.

Monday Poem: “Convict love token”

Convict love token

Taken by force
From where I loved,
I sang to you for the last time-
“God save the man…”,
they forced me out of view.

Watching the sun,
through smoggy screens,
I thought of you on the last night,
“God save the man…”,
I forced myself to pray.

Resting my eyes.
The final night
of my wretched life.
“God save the man…”
you force me to have hope.

Monday Poem – “Climate Change 1”

Climate Change 1

I heard a dead horse
Give account for time spent being flogged
By squawking talking science nuts
And sheeple speaking monkish.
I told the horse to take it like a man
And that I would plan
To expose the horse-assasins
With mental notes of its complaints.
This repetition of fudged facts
For contracts
Has held back
The impact
Of love upon this world.
For control freaks
Have planned this for years
But the dead horse is louder than those flogging
And the smell that the decay emits
And law and violence it permits
Is fishy at best…
But its clear that things aren’t even best.