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June 21, 2021

John Deere Ringers

John Deere Ringers

Out on the flat
Cattlemen assemble with their gear;
Not camp drafting trucking bullocks.
They’ve hoe and fertiliser.

Forklift for a steed;
“Watermelon Jack” not “Brumby Jack”
More often herd these days.
Steady throb of little tractors
Replace bull buggy and aeroplane

No need to pray for cyclones
Or steady winter rain,
Wind, droughts – they’re unafraid.
It gushes forth deep underground,
Powered by diesoline.

Flowing down the channels
Water sprayed through sprinklers on the ground
Irrigating tons of melons
Through a lattice work of foliage
On once red dusty ground.

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June 14, 2021

Cruising The Swan Valley

Cruising The Swan Valley

Cruising the Swan Valley
Sampling rum, fine wine and beer
When clouds obliterated
My view to the rear.

At first I thought a rain squall
Had overcast the sky
When klaxons strident comment
Blared very close behind.

A road train signs in my rear-view,
Bull bar and towing eye,
Mudguards and bonnet rearing
Amongst the clouds and sky.

Transfixed by bulldog’s baleful stare
Intent on somewhere up ahead
Through the Swan and back again.

Faster through the valley
Past crossroads, tourist signs
Tailgate trailers swinging
Evil bulldog eyes.

Out in the farming country
Round Brajkovich’s bends
Hounded by that bulldog
Never coming back again.

A long truck bay’s inviting;
Escape the dreaded lash
Of engine roar and turbo scream
Between each gearbox crash.

Quick twist on the steering
Off the black top track
Too hard touring the valley
Mixing with the road trains.

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June 7, 2021

Lamonts

Lamonts

Waited on the sippers
For a corner of the bar.
Had a light red or cabernet
Passed casually my way –
Never missed a top up
As the crowd passed comment and stayed.

Assisted loading cartons of Lamonts’ selected wines;
Courtesy boot lights glow
As we load ‘em up with wine.

They generally leave
With one just for the road;
Luncheon ending in
A taste all afternoon.

Thrown a heap of olive seeds
Outside the winery bar;
Topped a glass with ice blocks
Late summer afternoons.

Heated debate laced with Verdelho –
A volatile sputtering fuse.

Last few half bottles of tasting wine;
Sliding winery door – corrugated iron;
Holding back – reluctant to go;
Night bush noises – burr of the phone
Answered by a mechanical tone.

Clink of glasses – rustling leaves;
Kangaroo pads through the trees.

Come on you lot;
Lamonts finally closed.

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May 31, 2021

Martin’s Ramp & Turnaround

Martin’s Ramp and Turnaround

Every truckie’s used it
Who lives out on the Swan
And bought most of their mates around
To load and unload on.

It’s overgrown with weeds
Once square front battered down
From dozens of semi-trailers knocking it around.

A pile of splintered sleepers
Laying on the ground
Fill the gap
Back of trailer and battered mound.

There’s been no toll exacted
For usage of the ramp
And I know it’s not expected
At Martin’s ramp and turnaround.

There should be some recognition
For this inconspicuous mound
It’s played a leading role
In transport local, north and south.

There should be some recognition
For the people who own this mound
Who are happy with a friendly wave
From truckies loading on
Their ramp and turnaround.

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May 24, 2021

Andy’s Block and Vines

Andy’s Block and Vines

A Caterpillar tractor
Pushes posts and tangled wire,
Niggling strainers from their footings,
Stacking bonfire piles
Topped with ragged drying racks
Left from another time.

Willy-willies whirl across the flat
Once cultivated vines.
Hard to see the rows of melons
In their irrigated lines.

Top soil and grasses graded,
Compacted parking bays and signs
And the restaurant and showrooms
Overlook a few solitary vines.

The house they’d dreamed and saved for
Deroofed with sightless doors and eyes;
Years of careful gardening
Undone in one mechanical swipe.

An auctioneer’s number’s on
The Massey tractor’s side
Other lots are laid out
In half a dozen lines

And a pile of memorabilia
Awaits a final fire.

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May 16, 2021

Trick Talkers

Trick Talkers

They’ll stand and tell their story
Reading off their lines
Familiar with the process
Repeated many times.

Reverting to trick clauses
Amongst the many lines
Tangled in their meaning
To confused un-bureaucratic minds.

Hidden meaning changing lifestyles,
Hidden meanings stripping rights,
Casual reference to slick changes
Of curfews round 9 to 5.

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March 26, 2021

They Did It Down In Freo

They Did It Down In Freo

They did it down in “Freo”,
They polished up the town,
Upped the rates on business
And closed a whole lot down.
Set the pace at a frantic rate
And milled the traffic round.

They could do what they did in “Freo”
If no-one makes a sound:
Up the rates on vignerons
And make the trucks go round.

They’ll not shift the fishing boats
And the trucks won’t go around.

Cease the incessant chatter
Of harvesters all night,
Stop the tractors’ diesel rattle
And flashing yellow lights,
Reduce the risk of spraying mist;
Simply bulldoze the vines.

They could do what they did in “Freo”
If no-one makes a sound.


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March 26, 2021

Industry On The Swan

Industry On The Swan

There’s backyards in the valley
Right on the southern end
And the shire dump all their product
For road making and such.
There’s a steady stream of traffic
Carting to and fro and the rigs are getting bigger
Thanks to Charlton, Court and correct.

Now they’ve planned a new schoolhouse
‘Tween the mill and brickyard lights
And you should see the line up
At 9am to 3 each night.
There’s Volvos and Mercedes and every make between
With carry cots and safety seats.
And baby sleeping signs
As they vie for position with no passing lane,
Depositing their older kids, dodging north and south road train,
Dodging tippers carting clay in,
Dodging brick trucks heading out
And the shire joins the antics carting tar and stone about
And up and down the valley there’s black marks on the road
Where the housewife or the farmers tangled with a heavy load.

And you’ll hear the hiss of air brakes and the klaxon horns command
As he drops down half a dozen gears and directs the rig around.

This process is repeated throughout the valley drive
And it’s a credit to the drivers there’s not some loss of life.

It’s great to see light industry flourishing on the Swan;
Great to be part of it involved here on the Swan.


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March 22, 2021

Comes with the Life

Comes with the Life

“It’s a pace,” he said,
“Comes with the life”,
As his arm stretched out,
Palm turned upright.

It’s the way things are,
Out on the Swan,
Not much more to add,
Just took half the night
And a decent taste
Of valley wine.

Sunburnt arms and calloused hands implore
Tanned faces stoic reprimand
On row on row of fresh hoes dirt
Of steady trickle irrigate
Bursting in tangled jungle vines
Tractors working down the lines.

“It’s a pace,” he said,
“Comes with the life”.
Pushing back his hat,
Squinting against the light.


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March 19, 2021

George Street, Middle Swan

George Street, Middle Swan

I’ve always had a backhoe
For digging holes and stuff
And, of course, I need to shift it,
So I’ve got an old Mack truck.

I’ve got a coupla trailers
‘Cause there’s always loads to cart
That help to make the payments
And reduce the overdraft.

I’ve got a block of land
Out of Midland on the Swan
And every time the Mack’s come home
We’ve stacked the backload on.

There’s trusses scrounged from Westrail
There’s trusses ex nor-west
Pipe for making stockyards
And a stack of new and used fan belts
That’d fit most anything
If you only knew the size.

The neighbours were at first amused
Interest growing in the pile
But as it progressed down the fence,
Spreading nice and wide,
Amusement turned to great concern
And they approached the Shire
Who steadily compiled a file.

They couldn’t do before shots,
The pile obscured the vines,
And the road once known as George Street’s
Now a wrecker’s parking lot.
There’s trucks, cranes and dollies
And piles of pipe and snot
Diligently recorded
In after comments and shots!

They put a case together
Based on non-approval from the Shire
To use the land for anything
Than the agricultural side
And made detailed arrangements
To clean up Taylor’s George Street lot.

They consulted with the owners
And sipped tea in the shade.
They walked the course
And sighted lines
To where it would be cleared,
Then after shifting several lots,
Some to the tip,
Some left on chocks,
The pile just seemed to ebb and flow
As the Mack would come and go.

Then the Shire in desperation
Issued a final ultimatum:
There’ll be no trailers,
There’ll be no Mack,
There’ll be no new house down the back!
Remove the backhoe from the block.
Desist from stacking road trains of snot.
You’ve got 10 days to clear the block!

They consulted with the owners
And sipped long cups of tea.
They walked the course
And measured up where the new house would be.
As the future was discussed
They boys kept loading up the truck
Until George Street was straight and clear.
Truck parked neatly, screened at the rear.

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March 12, 2021

Tracking Back

Tracking Back

There’s bits left by the roadside,
Little bits left as I go,
Markers for me coming back,
Markers spaced around the run.

Tracks criss-cross,
Time for none.
Brilliant bits glare in the sun,
Blazing torches as night falls,
Flare paths forging
All points north.

Long lost ranges,
Longer stares.
Bits torn off,
Rack back there.

Jigsaw markers carefully retrieved,
Patching pieces on a tear,
Tracking back;
Soon be there.

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March 5, 2021

Time out on the Swan

Time out on the Swan

They had a vision splendid to work out on the Swan,
Encouraging development in art and wine and song.
Some bought their dream, some scraped and saved,
Others just moved on,
Cashing in their properties out there on the Swan.

They had a vision splendid requiring office space
To house more office jockeys – help regulate their pace.
They have their vision splendid, sat in the Swan shire tower
Purple circle motions insidious brown shirt power,
Vision splendid on the frontline, some upped stumps and left the Swan,
Changing seasons, cultures dictate time out on the Swan.

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February 25, 2021

You’re in the Country

You’re in the Country

When tractor trailer units
Are novelties to comment on,
Once piled high with produce
Delivering round the Swan,

When one fifth acre holdings
Are the norm and creeping on,
And the red loam fertile valley
Grows brick condominions,

When industry is hemmed in
By creeping urbania,
Permits and grants are nothing
Against a politician’s likes,

Build up a comfy buffer zone
Round your winery or truck
To hedge against new neighbours;
My friend, I wish you luck.

Rates levied will rock you
And they’ll increase every half
As one fifth acre properties
Encroach closer every year,

And you’ll look ever despondently
At prices from your crop
And finally flog off your hedge
Against the other lot

Which lobs you in suburbia:
No spray mist or cattle yards;
Wine comes in by courier –
No space for vines or truck.

Talk about spray mist
Before talking of sub- divide,
About wineries and tractors,
About glaring arc lights.

Mention there’ll be cattle
Worked in those rustic yards
And the soft low
Turns to bawling
As they’re hot brand and ear marked.

Disregard the four-lane highway
And fast commuter train:
You’re out here in the country
And agriculture hasn’t changed.

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January 21, 2020

Season’s Plying By

Season’s Plying By

There’s blokes been out there shearin’,
share croppin’ and the like
and they’ve worked their way up slowly
to a different way of life.

A way they dreamed n worked for
an acreage they’d own
along of course with bankers,
stock agents wheelin’ by.

There’s blokes been out there workin’
with wives n kids on side,
workin’ along steady
as seasons slowly ply.

Seasons cross the ages
as seasons ply their course,
hot n dry and flooded.
Parchment landscape marks the course.

There’s blokes been out there workin’,
hard at it on their block,
clearin’ land n seedin’.
Bit o shearin’, still of course.

There’s blokes still out there working
with wives n kids n crew,
other cultures mounting.

Banks changing out their course
as agents pay attention.
‘Gainst seasons plyin’ by.
Blokes’re out their shearin’.
Still out there for a try.

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December 26, 2019

Freight

Freight

Before air was conditioned
Not that long ago
Truckin’ traffic dodged along
quietley with the flow.

Dollying on, cross plain and range,
gibber flats distant
in shimmering haze.

Contending with problems,
roads constant attack.
Wheel bearings, brake shoes,
rocker boxes, spring packs,
juddering along
copping flack
from the track

There’s a rail head waiting
in weekend repose.
Platforms deserted,
goods shed door slid closed.

Rakes of wagons on spur
lines waiting to go.
Trucks homin’ in on Mondays rail yard,
rail staff shunt out wagons
to unload and reload.

And labourers sweat freely,
man handling loose freight,
swingin’ crank handles,
craned weights dangle in space.

Late afternoon breeze
kicks quietly in.
Railway Pub bar
beckons within.

As the town eases back on another long day,
dust n scrap paper swirl cross the rail yard.
Platforms deserted,
goods shed doors slid closed.

Happy Christmas
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September 23, 2019

Water trading

Water Trading

Water trading’s all the rage.
Immigrations too much pain.
Aboriginal royalty claims
Done to death on MEGA scale.

Water trading’s measured rains
from farmers dams to river’s course.

Measured Measured all the way‼️

Demonstrators block the course
backed by Greens of bloody course
as on they roll in seventh heaven.

Blocking, Blocking welcome rain👍
Done to death on water trading🤔.

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September 16, 2019

Feel a bit left over

Feel a bit left over

Feel a bit left over
Miss those left us behind
Memories keep flowing
Visions in my mind.

Sometimes see ‘em out there
Places, jobs n people,
sharing life n works’

good times.

Feel a bit left over
Recall all those good times,
making, doing, laughing.
Recount challenges survived.
Survived, wry grin n carry on
as those left us behind.

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September 9, 2019

This Play

This Play

In ups n downs
on life’s highway one wonders,
what on earth’s the game?

Cards seem stacked against you,
alone out in the fray
and heaven help the next in line
I’m fed up with this play.

This play that’s goin’ knowhere
This play that ends in pain
This play I’ve had enough of
lost traction in a maelstrom
of wayward thoughts n ways.

Jt.


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September 2, 2019

Swan Valley Central

Swan Valley Central

Swan Valley Central’s
every pub n every
cafe/restaurant
serves good grub.

Swan Valley’s a good place
to be relaxing in close harmony
with horse events
and quaint collectors lots
show-cased on a Valley plot
along with Magic Millions Auction block.

Swan Valley is the place to be,
fine dining,
wine ‘n’ everything
a tourist would expect to see.

Jt.


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August 25, 2019

Watchin’ Cattle

Watchin’ Cattle

Was watchin’ cattle hunkered down on a dinner camp flat.
Hobbled my horse grazing nearby.
Finished my sandwich from the saddle bag,
layin’ back drowsy watchin’ cattle n sky.

A scraping sound entered my mind,
gently scraping closer nearby,
a rock plopped louder a buzzing fly,
caused me to open drowsy eyes.

A bungarras crept cautiously onto my space,
there we are horizontal l👀kin’ eye to eye‼️
I leapt back,
bung swung round
it’s powerful tail sweeping the ground
morsel of bread clamped firm in its mouth‼️

Horse knickered quieteley tossing its head.
Cattle camped up,
no comment from them👍

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August 24, 2019

The Great Divide

The Great Divide

They ventured ‘cross the great divide
Akubras, mole skins ‘lackey sides
.govaustralia drought relief
a few quick speeches
home for tea

Unaware knives honed whilst
.govoutback@reliefs convene
Too little Too late, sorry mate👎
RM Williams polished boots
don’t cut it here with off pat speech❗️
Knives came later, winging in
blue mountain ranges insulate
the needs of needy left behind
with reams of droughtstock.

govaus forms to sign,
while livestock starve
and Burrumbuttock truckies run,
donated hay Australia wide👍

Tomorrow’s news sees Spill release,
Dutton’s not quite across the crease🤨
And Turnbull gathers his reserves
n crows how Aussies help their mates.

Too little, Too late, Sorry mate👎
jt.

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August 18, 2019

What About Tidal, Tony?

What About Tidal Power Tony?

The tide is as reliable
As sunup in the east

Mr Abbott praised
Angus Taylor, saying:

Angus wants to try to keep our
coal-fired power stations open

Because we’ve got more and more
wind and solar flooding

That’s great when the wind’s blowing
and the sunitself is shining

But wind doesn’t always blow
and Sun doesn’t always shine

It’s not just wind and sun boys
Ocean waves are yet to come.


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August 12, 2019

The Japanese Student

The Japanese Student

The teacher said

‘Let’s begin by reviewing some American history. Who said, ‘Give me Liberty , or give me Death?”

She saw a sea of blank faces, except for Little Hodiaki a bright foreign exchange student from Japan, who had his hand up:

‘Patrick Henry, 1775,’ he said.

‘Very good!’

Who said, ‘Government of the People, by the People, for the People, shall not perish from the Earth?’

Again, no response, except from Little Hodiaki, ‘Abraham Lincoln,1863.’

‘Excellent!’ said the teacher continuing, ‘Let’s try one a bit more difficult…’

Who said, ‘Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country?’

Once again, Hodiaki’s was the only hand in the air and he said: ‘John F. Kennedy, 1961.’

The teacher snapped at the class, ‘Class, you should be ashamed of yourselves; Little Hodiaki isn’t from this country, and he knows more about our history than you do.’

She heard a loud whisper: Stuff the Japs.’

‘Who said that? I want to know right now!’ she angrily demanded..

Little Hodiaki put his hand up, ‘General MacArthur,1945.’

At that point, a student in the back said, ‘I’m gonna puke.’

The teacher glared around and asks, ‘All right! Now who said that?’

Again, Little Hodiaki said, ‘George Bush to the Japanese Prime Minister,1991.’

Now furious, another student yelled, ‘Oh yeah? Suck this!’

Little Hodiaki jumped out of his chair waving his hand, and shouted to the teacher, ‘Bill Clinton, to Monica Lewinsky,1997!’

Now with almost mob hysteria someone said, ‘You little shit. If you say anything else, I’ll kill you.’

Little Hodiaki frantically yelled at the top of his voice, ‘Michael Jackson to the child witness testifying against him, 2004.’

The teacher fainted.

As the class gathered around the teacher on the floor, someone said, ‘Oh shit, We’re screwed!’

Little Hodiaki said quietly, ‘The Australian Labor Party, 2019!’

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August 9, 2019

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 !?

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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 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

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November 8, 2017 ,

Walkers. Power n Otherwise.

Walkers. Power n Otherwise.

A person kits themselves up
with the latest designer
walk assist gear.

Joggers,
sunnies,
fluoro Lycra vests,
shorts,
sox,
water bottles,
head bands . . . and –
bouncy boots

They then take to the road,
singly and in droves.

Alls well ’til other
road traffic is impeded by;

  1. Noticeably slower progress
  2. The inability to stay their side of the white line.
  3. Walkways constantly ignored
    it’s considered legally fair enough
    to mix other vehicular traffic.
    Including road trains.
    Albeit dangerous, but RIGHT!? OK!?

Tension mounts.

Worldwide Rights activist groups
comment powerfully on social media.

Walker supply companies
lobby political parties.

Transport & city commuter
timetables thrown out the window

Road rage is rife

Cops ignore another barrage
of protests as walkies
add another rash
of irreconcilable complaints
to their pile.

All this.
To be continued I’m sure.

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October 4, 2017

Spring Time in the Valley

Spring Time in the Valley

Well it’s spring time in the valley
And fresh buds start to bloom
Spring time in the valley
And we’re all voting soon

Fresh buds burst along the lines
of old entrenched swan valley lines

Spring time in the valley
Voting times real soon.

Where ‘ere you place your preferences
or which candidates preferred.

It’s Spring time in the valley
“Those on the Swan” prefer.

JT.

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August 17, 2017

Dual Citizenship

“ Dual Citizenship ”

Additional problems may occur
regarding dual citizenship
political management
when for example
as some aboriginals push
through on their quest
to have their flag & law recognised
in Australian courts.

Some Followers of Islam
are hell bent
by bomb or breed
to live by their law
& custom in Australia.

And of course many other
parts of the world
Aboriginals and Muslims
who follow and abide
their law and customs
would then become
dual citizens

unable to hold
federal political office
in Australia.

Wonder how long this would last
in our wonderful lucky country?

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June 2, 2017

The Shearer

“ The Shearer ”

Listen to JT recite his poem …

He won’t push back the bat wings
On a catchin’ pen no more
Flick rivers of sweat from his brow
As he yanks the hand-piece chord

And the bottle he drank at cut-out
Will never taste the same no more
Cos he’s opted for the haul-pack
And ‘dozer on the mine
Working day or night shift
And he’s lost the rhythm of time

An air-conditioned coach cruise
Out to work and back
Doesn’t hold a candle
To a shearer’s truck on track
Rushin’ sandy crossings
Shovin’ pushin’ back and fillin’
Another shed next week.

He won’t push back the bat wings
On a catchin’ pen no more
But I’ll bet he’ll sit and reminisce
Of all the sheep he’d shore
Of ev’ry track he travel’d
As he rove from shed to shed
Of every yarn was ever ‘ad
Round every cut-out keg

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May 4, 2017

Countries

Countries

We have countries
In the blip of our world
In the universe who have / had
Little or no regard
For other countries’ customs / culture

These countries have demonstrated
Personal entitlement
Over;

  • borders
  • resources
  • religions

From time immemorial.

And very little has changed
Apart from a feeble,
Ongoing attempt
By a League of Nations
Headed by a well known
World identity

Bi-annually plucked
From a list of other well-knowns
To head this toothless tiger
Of a now United Nations Assembly
In enforcing humanitarian values
On planet earth

People who are equally intent
On forcing their greed for power and prosperity
Via;

  • machete,
  • machine gun and
  • guided atomic missiles

On other planet earth people.

In this flurry of misadventure,
Toe-to-toe situations
Have escalated
To full on
Emergencies.

The distasteful word War,
Has been watered down,
In an attempt to camouflage
The reality of murder
And mayhem
That exists
Amongst our many;

  • lunatic,
  • greedy,
  • feeble

leaders.

Mind’s eye attempt at management.
Which in many cases
Has proved no less
Than an ego-based race
In property development

Stakes
And baseless congratulatory speeches
Blurring public service time
In a haze of smog
Shielding the reality
Of their handing-over
(A hollow, clanging baton)
To the next ineffectual leaders
Commencement of equally-ineffective
Time in office.

JT “May the 4th Be With You”

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April 27, 2017

Summer’s Wild Fire

Summer’s Wild Fire

The seasons just breaking,
Out on The Swan.
Vines n grass paddocks
Quickly respond.

Greening up daily
As winter rolls on.
Next summer’s fuel load
Doubles in size.

Too late to burn off
As winter rolls by.
Too late to avoid,
Summers wild fires.

Jt.

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April 24, 2017

Some Made it Home

Some Made it Home

Wheat crops roll out endlessly,
France across to Rome,
interspersed with monuments,
battles fought out far from home.

Clustered on a hill slope
in regimental lines, remembrance
crosses clearly mark
those didn’t make it home.

Tended lawns and garden,
guides describe the battle plan
as every paddocks horrors
told across this gentle land.

Shellfire ripped asunder,
trench warfare first-hand,
agricultural harmony
smashed by war’s mailed hand.

Armistice rolled slowly fore,
decisive battles plot the course,
farmers plough along the trenches,
reshaping bombed out cratered stretches.

Harmony returns at last,
sign posted by long lines of crosses,
in regimental fighting squares,
poised on hillsides gazing out.

Missed the ride, some made home.

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April 16, 2017

Alternate Life

Alternate Life

They power walk
‘Round in wind n rain,
Hittin’ the ball oft
For little gain.

Rehash @ the bar
Highlights of last game.
Racin’ their mates
On hot rod tracks,

Crashin’ n wrecking

Next week they’ll be back
As the barbie smoke lingers,
Hot rods drift
Well in the night.

Burning the candle each end t
To achieve a start in gymkhanas,
Payin’ feed bills n fees.

All that was needed
Early in life
Was a chance on the road
Carting cattle @ night

And just before daybreak
Rain drizzlin’
Changing a tyre
Before checking your load
Make sure they’re all standin’
‘Fore it’s back on the road.

Home to the missus,
Kids, bills n fees.
Home to the shed
Fixin’ last trips loose bits,
Home to the pub
An’ a few of your mates,
Them on the road,
Kickin’ back from last trip.

Keepin’ up with the yoga
Out on the track,
Holdin’ position,
Strainin’ your back.
An awkward loose bolt
Holding the stack.

There’s time to reflect
By flooded creeks.
After abusing,
Each time wasting prick
Who held up the loading
With smokos n lunch
An’ parts coming late,
Fixin’ loose bits.

Time to reflect
An’ soak up the quiet,
River runs silent,
Gums softly sigh.

Watchin’ a roo
Sip @ the creek,
Coals glowing softly,
Outback TV.

Don’t need a tour guide
Up front of the mob,
Stars twinkle in thousands,
Milky Way’s leading on.

Sometimes meditating
May go on for days.
Ants in their thousands,
Regimental parades.

Kangaroos n cattle
Come in for a drink,
Emus stalk by
Working wide of the camp,
Comin’ in closer,
Dashing off n away.

Power-walkin’ around,
Back drinking black tea,
Tin dog for tucker
An’ a few Kimberley cold beers.

Attended the yoga
Tightening bolts.
Greased truck-n-trailer
Pumped up the tyres.

Gazed @ the river
An’ outback TV,
Turned into the swag
In an alternate life.

JT.

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April 4, 2017

Demurrage

Demurrage

In business,
Demurrage is a delay
In delivery of a product
Via delivery truck.

When a delay occurs
With product delivery,
The delivery party
Can elect to claim

A no fault delay
By submitting a demurrage charge.

Criteria for allowable demurrage,
Payment conditions,
And payment terms
Are typically pre-negotiated
And accepted
By the vendor
Via contract

Prior
To conduct of business.

Some vendors allow
Free no-cost time
For limited hour(s)
When demurrage occurs.

Others do not allow
Free time for delays.

The demurrage charge
Is normally
An hourly rate.

Unforeseeable until delivery
Costs of delays
Are sometimes
Separately invoiced
From the cost of deliverable.

Road users who

  • tarry/
  • dawdle/
  • obstruct

Should
And may be charged
Demurrage.

Extra mass loads,
Cyclists,
Demonstrators,
Prayer groups etc.

May be charged

Demurrage

J.T.

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May 14, 2016

Lest We Forget

Lest We Forget

We know how to fight
And we celebrate

Celebrating our losses after each valiant test.
On front lines forever
In a world in a mess

Celebrating our losses
After each valiant test.


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April 17, 2016

Over the Top

Over the Top

They shot ’em at Gallipoli
Young blokes not near their prime
Mowed ’em down like mongrel dogs
Leadership left far behind

Lost in lifetimes endless rush
of monetary gain.
And as the wheel of life revolves
the dead stack up again

They shot ’em at Gallipoli
They shot ’em on the Somme
Their leaders camped up well behind.
Front lines they fought and won


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November 4, 2015

Better to Unfetter

Better to Unfetter

Better to unfetter
‘n let ’em run again.
Clear the mess of red tape
that chains ’em to the ground
‘n let em free to cast about,
runnin’ with the hounds.

Untwine the reins the beaurocrats
have held in tight for years
‘n give the boys a go again
sat in the saddle free.
And let em run n capture
back our land, once ours ‘n free.


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June 29, 2015

Cloud Banks

Cloud Banks

Tops o’ cloud banks flyin’ by
Desert stretches to horizons
rugged ranges rise up front as
jet stream races out full pace.

South over mountain bullhead clouds
clear blue skies and sea grass green,
smoked horizons leading out.

Descending through storm clouds
shot through with stark white light,
suns last hurrah

Split second timing,
straighten up ‘n’ drop her down
a three point landing on the strip.

Storm clouds banked up,
clear white light,
from wing tip arced to fuselage.

Seated in their cabin keep
Profiles traced in stark relief

Ground crew muffled ‘gainst the storm,
baggage trailers arc a course,
wheels cut waves roped Tarmac bay’s,
markers, signs ‘n’ paddle boards.

Evening storm abates ‘n’ brews
fresh turbulence firing soon.

Wet weather gear streams rivulets
sloshing cross wet streaming ground.

Smoked horizons blurred from view.
Taxis queued,
past carousel
and airport lounge.

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May 15, 2015

Cyclists

Tempers are frayed
After long days
In a slow moving gridlock for home

When a Lycra clad lads
Make a dash ‘cross the pad
You’ve been plying for years
Back ‘n’ forth

Standing high, Pumping pedals
In frantic reggae a Congo line twist on its way.

To the next set of lights,
plucking sweaty wet tights,
slipping sprigs as they’re off on their way.

Pedals pump in reggae
in their dash on their way
A Congo line colourful course.


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May 15, 2015

Black Fellas

Waiting on the moment
Listening for the word
Idly scanning watching
Blue black bloodshot orbs

Casually gazing,
observing body talk,
languid movements watching
Energy conserved,

Watching, will they let it go.
Waiting on the moment
Listening for the word
Idly scanning watching
Blue black bloodshot orbs.


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May 8, 2015

Peel Back the Layers

There was a time
There were some fights;
Not for fun – maybe not right;
Simply fighting to survive,
Surviving in a way few knew:
Uncomplicated, unrestrained
Open road on life’s highways,
Hard on your heels,
A baying pack,
Bail up quarry;
Want ’em back,
Back from the ranges and gullies behind
Out from craggy mountain divides.

Bad times making sad times,
Bad times getting worse.
Tunnel light flicks, almost lost.

Laugh down the barrel,
Dare ’em to shoot,
Advisin’ ’em gently
To shoot straight and true;
Otherwise, eternity’s racing at you

Peel back the layers
Of callous and grime,
Peel back the layers
On muscle and mind,
Unfolding a collage
Of people and times.

Searching for something,
Perhaps the next ride,
Fixed on a carousel,
Steam building inside.

Massage on muscle,
Unlayering minds.
Wheeling, rotating,
Thrusting in line.
Music exhales,
Notes catch and unwind,
Swirl in the breeze,
Notes caught in a mind.


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May 1, 2015

Competition

Competition out there slowly slides
As competitors make out their miles
And mateships form on long horizons
Daylight ‘n’ dawn ‘n’ bits between
Mingle in with long lost nights
Straps ‘n’ chains ‘n’ checkin’ tyres
And as it goes ‘n’ slowly slides
As competition slowly mires
‘Til all is said ‘n’ quietly done
In battery chook oblivion.

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May 1, 2015 ,

In a Poppy Field of Fire

In a poppy field of fire,
Bogged in mud in Flanders mire,
Poppies dancing; dry cut leaf,
Pressed and rolled up in a sheaf,
Mainlined in a bulging vein.

Messages flick through a brain,
Shot through with doubt and nagging pain.
Through a wall of stop-and-go
Positives click on a screen;
Crackling shortwave, fading scene.
Pictures roll in melange:
Distorted voices, twisted rack*
Windlass spokes wind each word back.
Jumbled sound in sludge-drunk mind;
Pounded leaf and bulging vein.

Tied off thumping; each heartbeat
Tingling fingers; hand numb; asleep.
Released a rush spread through the veins.
Narcotic rush fizzes the brain:
Pictures roll, clearing, blurring fading scenes
Memories etched in stark relief
Rotating on an axle frame:
Blurred spokes speed, turn down the feed,
Grinding inexorably.
In a poppy field of fire,
Bogged in mud in Flanders mire.


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April 17, 2015

Anzac Spirit

We’ve lost the Anzac spirit
That got us where we’re at
We’ve sacrificed the sacrifice.
Those never made it back.

We’ve lost the Anzac spirit
Broke the battlers cast
Replaced tradition with a reset button,
on a faceless computer mask.

They banned the use of common sense,
abolished ‘ave a go.
‘Til all is level ‘n’ all’s complete
‘n’ no one has a go.

Work Safe’s disastrous duty
of care ‘n’ pre-start meetings,
All meet there.
Shifting idly foot to foot.
Ticking off each box by rote,
each inane pre-dawn parade.

Replaced tradition with a faceless mask.
Sacrificed the battlers cast.


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John Deere Ringers
Cruising The Swan Valley
Lamonts
Martin’s Ramp & Turnaround
Andy’s Block and Vines
Trick Talkers
They Did It Down In Freo
Industry On The Swan
Comes with the Life
George Street, Middle Swan
Tracking Back
Time out on the Swan
You’re in the Country
Season’s Plying By
Freight
Water trading
Feel a bit left over
This Play
Swan Valley Central
Watchin’ Cattle
The Great Divide
What About Tidal, Tony?
The Japanese Student
The Ute (2nd edition) out!
Anarchy
R.F.D.S
Impromptu Piano Recital at Marble Bar
Love’s Gone
Flat Out
Coming or Going?
Walkers. Power n Otherwise.
Spring Time in the Valley
Dual Citizenship
The Shearer
Countries
Summer’s Wild Fire
Some Made it Home
Alternate Life
Demurrage
Happy Christmas 2016
Lest We Forget
Over the Top
Better to Unfetter
Cloud Banks
Cyclists
Black Fellas
Peel Back the Layers
Competition
In a Poppy Field of Fire
Anzac Spirit