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September 10, 2018

R.F.D.S

R.F.D.S

john taylor poetWe had a bit of back n forward
on face book n mobile line.

Discussing Flying Doctors service
over years n flying time.

They’re gearing up with new jet planes
and faster G. P. S controlled response times,
for accidents that happen,
outback most anytime.

Arrangements can be organised
to land on designated highway strips
with blue lights from the nearest town,
finally standing by and communities and station
strips are OK authorised

But gone the days the flying Doc
homed in on spinifex
smoked up fire, dead reckoning
in on approximate
directions across the Pedal
flying doctors wireless line.

Landing on a clay pan
where the patient, painfully resides.
Administering pain killers,
strapping dislocated, broken bones,
best for their next ride.

Their next ride back to hospital
Their next ride back to town,
maybe flying further, specialist Medico’s
down the line.


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January 14, 2018

Anarchy

Anarchy

It’s the beginning of bad times
when things go so far wrong
that vigilante groups
are formed.

Which happens when people
lose faith in their local,
state and
federally elected leaders and police,
and no longer trust them
to keep order,
prevent crimes
and keep citizens safe.

When people start taking
matters into their own hands,
it is a sign of a society
on the brink of collapse.

How many out there
hear the bells of anarchy
. . . tolling !?

John Taylor’s novel “The Ute”

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January 3, 2018 ,

Love’s Gone

Love’s Gone

There’s no love left
at the old homestead,
chook yard n stables,
where we as kids
saddled up n rode around,
it’s all collapsed
back to bare ground.

The 8 stand shed
where we shore big mobs,
been gutted out
for a machinery shed.

And the wife n kids
all live in town
ever since
the bus shut down.

We’re cropping big time,
big gear to boot and
we’ve ripped most of
the fences out.

Livestock’s a memory
twice removed,
piles of wire,
steel posts speared through,
dozed in the bush
to rust away,
can’t see us fencing
another day.

It takes six weeks
to get it in.

By June, July
it’s home n hosed
park the gear
up in the shed,
wait
n watch
n pray for rain
in hope Jack Frost
stays well away.

Harvest comes quickly
every year
n every year
we rip it off
with harvesters
that cost a bomb.

But end of harvest
every year
regardless of
years,
yield
n costs.

There’s time to sit back,
kick back,
ready up,
for next years session
with the crop.

JT

John Taylor’s novel “The Ute”

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R.F.D.S
Anarchy
Impromptu Piano Recital at Marble Bar
Love’s Gone
Flat Out