The Poetry Section

[Shawn Steven]

yes a great topic

 

[Deepseeker]

Blowfly

Buzzz Buzzz Blowfly flying free,
Sprinkling germs all over me.
Eat of my scab until you're fed,
How I long to squash your ugly head.

Fat hairy belly and goggle eyes,
You Billy Bunter of the skys.....
You and your family, I hate you all,
Humping on my loungeroom wall!

Love-locked in Blowfly embraces,
Aren't you embarrassed?
-Shame! Hide your faces!!

An ill-timed swipe and you disappear,
to land again upon my ear.
One more swipe, I miss once more,
My ear now ringing, my head so sore.

Such wicked humour,
Such insect wit
From one who dines
on others ****.

Oh, how I'd love to pull off both your wings!
But alas, I've settled for squashing you between the curtain and the window..............

 

[reefer]

Deepseeker!..You have managed to initiate from within me... a belly laugh that I have been sadly lacking for quite some time.....haha! :lol: :lol:
Your 'BOW FLY' goes to the top of the list so far for Poem of the Month. :clap: :clap: :clap: :trophy: :trophy:

 

[Deepseeker]

Thanks Reefer. It's not my best work, but along with Mozzies and March flies those annoying critters make me vocal! Glad it gave you a good belly laugh :Y:

 

[Rake]

Thela Hun Jingeet.

Gold pebbles of Tasmanian smog,
Dick on lawnmower thinking of brunch,
Yabbie pump suck like the old Chevrolet,
Take me back home to where to my head lay.
Muscles aching Trump on my mind,
Gotta pay bills before the sun is all gone.

I have a fine friend whose blog could tangle with such noble words.

Noble yabby pump lay on the fields,
No crevice digging today or maybe never no more,
Purple hearts with acres of gold,
Doing well and wishing well,
Cos being worried about the seasons ain't anal,
Shades from winter will remain,
As will the power of the pump.

 

[silver]

 

[zakem]

Nice one Deepseeker

 

[Deepseeker]

Ozzy The Mozzie

Ozzy the Mozzie was worse than youd think,
She didnt just bite, she loved a good drink!
Type A, B, or O she couldnt care less,
But the blood from a Pommy,
She liked it the best!

She'd search all the beaches,
Looking out with great hope,
For that pasty white skin
Untainted by soap.

So first off to Bondi, she searched high and low,
Enquiring with locals, and those in the know.
Where are all the tourists? Please show me the way,
For Im due for a piss-up, on Brit blood today!

Well, since youve asked said the Blowie,
Who was lord of the flies.
Ill tell ya straight up, without any lies
The Pommies are missin and ave been for weeks
No sign of their whinging, or pasty white cheeks

But ave ya tried the backpackers? The hostel in town
Ive eard on the grapevine, theres one pommy clown.

So into the city, Ozzy did fly,
Hoping to drink, pommy blood and get high.
Through the old dormer window, she flew straight and true.
and there was the pommy, having a spew.

Oh Christ is it Covid!? was Ozzys first thought,
Then she looked on the table, at the grog that hed bought.
Hed been drinking VB, and she thought with a grin,
Too strong for a pommy, Ill stick it straight in

She drank long and hard, til her head spun around
Laughing with glee, at the goldmine shed found.
In the life of a Mozzie, for more you cant hope,
Than to get hammered on VB, without any soap!

-D.S

 

[reefer]

Haha.... :lol: Another belly laugh...well said Deepseeker :lol: :lol: :Y:

 

[silver]

That is great work I tell ya erfect:

 

[Dave law]

We have our own Ozzy the Mozzie here its known as the Hexam grey. Cheers.

 

[Flowerpot]

Blowfly

Buzzz Buzzz Blowfly flying free,
Sprinkling germs all over me.
Eat of my scab until you're fed,
How I long to squash your ugly head.

Fat hairy belly and goggle eyes,
You Billy Bunter of the skys.....
You and your family, I hate you all,
Humping on my loungeroom wall!

Love-locked in Blowfly embraces,
Aren't you embarrassed?
-Shame! Hide your faces!!

An ill-timed swipe and you disappear,
to land again upon my ear.
One more swipe, I miss once more,
My ear now ringing, my head so sore.

Such wicked humour,
Such insect wit
From one who dines
on others ****.

Oh, how I'd love to pull off both your wings!
But alas, I've settled for squashing you between the curtain and the window..............

Deepseeker, this is a great poem, this really made me laugh out loud. Love it!!!! :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :trophy:
So is Ozzie the Mozzie. Two reads that made me really laugh. Bloody well done. :Y: :clap: erfect:

 

[Deepseeker]

Thanks guys. And that's bloody amazing Dave, as I had to google Hexham Grey to find out what it was. Apparently even Banjo Patterson mentioned them in his writing, and wiki states-

"The most famous Hexham Grey is "Ossie the Mossie", (sometimes spelled as "Ozzie the Mozzie") a large model of a mosquito that sits atop the Hexham Bowling Club sign at the corner of the Pacific Highway and Old Maitland Road in Hexham."

:Y:

 

[Deepseeker]

Here's a link to a Banjo Patterson poem called How the Favourite Beat Us

The Hexham gets a mention in one of the verses.

https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/How_the_Favourite_Beat_Us

 

[Deepseeker]

Ratmaninoff

I saw him play in Vienna,
My god he was superb!
The orchestra were alley cats,
But he was not at all perturbed.

His paws caressed the ivories
With discipline and ease,
Stopping just occasionally,
To nibble on some cheese.

He played the theme from Ben,
And also Tom and Jerry,
Then just to please the modern fans,
He played some Brian Ferry.

The audience went wild
At the talents of this rat,
Ratmaninoff!! the young girls screamed,
Youre better than any cat!

Now, every act must have a gimmick,
And this one had one too.
He thought hed impress the younger fans,
And do something like The Who.

So, everyone sat speechless,
As I do recall,
He ate his grand piano,
Sheet music, stool, and all!!!

 

[Flowerpot]

Brilliant Deepseeker!! :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap:

 

[Deepseeker]

Thanks Flowerpot :beer:

 

[silver]

The Final Song

Once upon a time
As I rode upon my spine
I did espye
Some other guy
That did the same as I
Like twins we rode together
Side by side upon our spines
Through morns of misty swirling mist
It came as no surprise
Our sudden sad demise
As down below our spines began to crumble
For they had no living flesh
To hoist us up on high
For somewhere back in life
We...did....die....
So no more could we go on
Or continue with our song
Of seeking so much more that we had lost
So we stumbled in our graves
Like a pair of stubborn knaves
And there we rested for...
Forevermore.

Silver
094601122020

 

[Jaros]

Like it Silver-well done. What is that number?

 

[silver]

Like it Silver-well done. What is that number?

What none would know Jaros

24hr time + date
0000 + 00/00/0000

Lets the future home in on the exact and precise timing of thought.
erfect:

I could be more precise by including Lat & Lon... but there would go my anonymity