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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.

👍 jt


JT’s novel “The Ute” is now physical
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> Also available on iTunes and Barnes & Noble book stores.
> 1st edition of “The Ute” (34pp shorter) still available on Kindle (Kindle)
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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.


JT’s novel “The Ute” is now physical
the ute novel physical copy
> Available from Lulu.com in Paperback (pictured) for AU$24.99
> Now available at Lulu.com (Digital ePUB version) for AU$3.50
> Also available on iTunes and Barnes & Noble book stores.
> 1st edition of “The Ute” (34pp shorter) still available on Kindle (Kindle)
JT on Facebook

Paperback Electronic
Weight 0.41kg 0kg
Pages 238pp big writing 2000pp
Dimensions (cm) 14.81 x 20.98 4 dimensional


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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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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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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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February 9, 2015

Partners

In the business of a partner.
Nearly anyone will do
If partner’s balance up the play and Roll along as two
A K partner or C or Q
so long as life rolls on as two.

A P for partner, H or Z
would be alright it seems,
so long as everything’s up-front,
Not just an idle dream.

As partners merge in streams of time,
understanding down the line
requests and needs in harmony,
colours fade black to white.
As life’s requests and needs are met.
Rehearsing out the dream.

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February 2, 2015

They Will Go Forever

They will go forever
Following the line
On and on wherever
Load ‘er up and try
Rivers running bankers,
cross mountains as they fly.
Down a range on bull dust flats.
Hours and days crawl by.
Lost out in the loneliness
Of guide post silent nights
Welcome morning star appears,
heralding first light.

They will go forever
Following the line.


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December 8, 2014

Rehearsal

Life’s one big rehearsal
For those that want to play.
Turning corners constantly
Straightening up to race.

Slashing through the S bends,
hookin’ cross the flats,
watching out for junctions,
throttling gently back.

Life’s a big rehearsal,
learning as we go,
In a maze of opportunity
heading up the road.


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November 17, 2014

Livin’ the Dream

Hobbled down
Shuffflin’ in
From way out back
Where we begin

Siftin’ through the wheat from chaff.
Steady Steady, establishing.

Hobbled down, guided in.
Long wings in sight.

Hidden ‘mongst fluoro lights ‘n’ boom access, denying rights.
Herding onwards day n night, in fluoro
Garb, toward the wing.

Hidden ‘mongst clip board staff.
JSA’s and OC health stuff
That never ever mounts to much,
in apart from taking up our day

in tickin’ boxes,
linin’ up from aeroplanes
to gettin’ grub ‘n’ don’t forget

we’ve fly buy points that take us further in our quest
experiencing much more than the rest,
in this scramble where we live ‘n’ work,
if call it live ‘n’ work’s where we’re at.

Tickin’ boxes n OC health
stuff ‘n’ smorgasboards ‘n’ linin’ up.
Three more sleeps,
I’m pissin’ off,
back to reality.

Which when I reckon lining up
in dreams ‘n’ schemes
‘n’ could’a been
‘n’ fly buy points
‘n’ distant dreams.
And my how time goes
flying by with
fly buy points
spent ‘fore you fly

and JSA’s a way of life,
boom gates recording day to day
still in the wing we trudge away,
never quite gettin’ gettaway

from fluoro lights
‘n’ OC health stuff
‘n’ guide lines drawn indelibly
of how your life’s planned out to be.

Workin’ slowly long the wing
of life’s best practice as they see.
By those in charge of would’a be!
We’re now hard up upon the wing,
sludging on
in this old dream
of live ‘n’ work,

if live ‘n’ work is what it’s at.
Out on the mine

“livin’ the dream”


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November 10, 2014

West Australia

There’s people battling in the west.
The boom has bust, constructions done.
Moppin’ up next coupla years
around ore mines n railway lines,
spider webbed across Nor west

Oil ‘n’ gas remains the king,
FIFO constructions still the in thing
‘n’ ships offload their freight at sea
Reload with oil or gas n leave.

And there’s less FIFO employees to share
the spoils investors leave
as slowly all’s developed,
done ‘n’ Chevron holds the smoking gun.

indigenous, those in the know drive Tojos,
fueled ‘n’ stores for free,
escorted round
Old stamping grounds
that their forebears never seen,

searching out sacred sites
‘n’ lumps as if old indigeni
had dug or left a monumental mound
to mark out sites or hunting ground.

They knew their borders, marked with fear.

Stronger tribe been livin’ here!
They weren’t against a sneak attack,
in fact enjoyed a good old stoush.

Girls strippin’ off ‘n’ bash it out.
Slowly we’ve been educated commuting out
across the nation.

Roadways, sealanes, wherewithal
to mine more oil ‘n’ gas ‘n’ ore.
Way out in the west there’s people who struggle.
Whilst mine leader’s lip sink

in pantomine Juggle

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November 3, 2014

Age

You’re only as old as your joints ‘n’ limbs.
Thinning out hair unkempt stubble on chins,
a dead giveaway of age creeping in.

As chemical levels concentrate from within,
we balance ’em up with medication.

With teeth prone to loosen ‘n’ body bits sag.
There’s a truck load of potions
to apply when things flag.

At least you’ll be happy ‘n’ slick preening off.

There is exercise, for fanatical types
‘n’ it’s getting popular out riding a bike.
Pumping along in elastic tights.
Hunched over racing wind whistling by.
Which is great in the moment,
but there’s kilometres to ride.

Your only as old
as the gleam in your eye
so long as your out there.
Havin’ a try!!

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October 27, 2014

Couldn’t Make It

Til he couldn’t make it,
in the saddle or buggy seat,
when creakin’ limbs no longer climbed,
wind mills too much a feat

And cattle strayed too far afield,
on strings of wet clay pans
and bore their calves out on crown land
or poddy dodgers lease rebrand.

As time ran out on drifting sand,
riffled round stock troughs ‘n’ mills
and markets came and slid sideways,
to come ‘n’ go again

someday and life rolled on as wind mills clanked,
missed fan blades make toothless grins,
flogged round lopside,
fan tail face into the wind.

Cyclonic rains wash on their course
and flood the hinterland,
overflowing watersheds, creeks flow bankers from inland,
spreading out a muddy stain on swell and sea green grass,
lush growth on livestock drowned in flood,
sailing past in clouds of flies swarm there long dead stinking repast.

Around creek bend ‘n’ sand bank swirl,
beach the carcass, on the bank

Flies hoe in harder on their task
as wild dogs slink in
from the bush tearing lumps of rotten beef,
carrion crow n eagle land,
pecking, tearing where they can.

Animal parts drift off the bank accompanied by a swarm of flies,
downriver past a toothless grin
from windmills slowly turning blades,
fan tails jerking straight upwind.

‘Til sunset slowly way out west
‘n’ flies retire off in the night
and slowly now the carcass floats,
off the bank down in midstream,
minus bits gone off before
to fertilise the sea green floor
and market gardens down the coast

As years ‘n’ seasons head their course,
slow muddy stains spread out at sea.

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October 20, 2014

Australia

We love our sunburnt country
with her droughts and flooding rains.
Her wild outback horizons,
cyclones add to the strain.

We tolerate our pollies,
as they skim the coffers bare.
Tipping back the argument
as if they were not there.

We’d love our sunburnt country.
With fewer shark attacks,
without the crocs out lurking
on people for a snack.

We loved our sunburnt country
where people had a go,
don’t whine and bludge
and carry on
as if they own the show!!

Our surf lifesavers, internationally best.
Our navy sports lifesavers vests.

Reel ’em in, off Indons beach.
life support starts right out there!!
Dole, free rent and, Medicare.

We love our sunburnt country,
as least as much as they.

But it is ours, our snakes and crocs,
to vent our spleen on those that’s green
and cull the bludgers from the mob.

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October 6, 2014

Stuck

Stuck in a time warp struggling with doubt
media reports ringing out loud.

Where once there was flooding, fire n drought.
Now there’s natural disasters.
God didn’t hand out.

Government planning ordained the lot.
Buildings where buildings were previously not
and government agencies struggle on at great cost.

Reinforcing the culture across our great land
of copping disaster moving stoically on.

As beaurocracies blithely stumble along!

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September 1, 2014

Life’s Highway

Mind keeps wandrin’ further back.
Hectic learning, time well packed,
with observations on the road
as life unrolls and comments publicly unfold
as days ‘n’ weeks turn on the dial,
of life ‘n’ times movin’ on.

Movin’ on, when nought mattered,
cards dealt out for all to see,
for what see’s worth,
a royal flush’s not
a tinker’s curse on life
as time speeds merrily.

Learning from first light of day, till after dark,
heads in a spin and poker-faced one can but grin
and battle on with the charade of knowing
public looks parade.

As appointment scrolls unfold,
and appointers comment scolds
and retribution mounts
’til all is in turmoil within
and so with stoic steadfast grin
it’s sally forth on life’s highway,
beckoning its lamp-lit way,
reflecting stars upon their course,
‘n’ friendships won,
some lost in space.

Surging forth tunes lessons learnt
or lost, unseen,
stacked up in a memory box.
To be drawn on as we play.
Out our life on life’s highway.


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August 25, 2014

Ya Life

I do trucks and dirt
And beer at night
and start again
before daylight.

Summer, winter
all the same.
Fixin’ stuff
in this old game.

Day in day out
and half the night,
battle on,
there’s no respite

No rest from something
that we love.
Ordained by someone
up above.

‘Course there’s others
down below feed hell
and brimstone where we go
battlin’ ‘gainst the odds that flow.

Tsunami waves of grief and pain
achieving where few others gain
a foothold
in our day to day.

As we contend with rates and taxes,
attitudes and cultural laxes
and hell and brimstone flows before, surfin’
Up, upon a shore of life as most ‘aint seen before.

And “ya life” won’t ever be the same as
As life rolls on in this ‘ol game,
of rock ‘n roll and shiftin’ freight
and whomsoever knows the date
of the next disastrous quake.

Where all will level out before
No doubt to be continued.

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July 21, 2014

Battistessa

There’s bits and bobs
peering out from Battistessa’s shed.

A plaster Horse head in the making
a king size chaise dragon lounge,
awaits an Adams family pose,
further back in the shed.

A sail boat moored,
sits patiently.
Leeward of the wall
and rows of piled up mulch composts,
amongst stacked artefacts.

Waiting on the moment,
vision cross a mind,
ideas prompted, tossed about.
Thoughts and talk combined.

There’s artefacts and bits N’ bobs
round Battistessa’s shed,
waiting on the moment,
as he dreams ahead.

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July 14, 2014

Last One’s Behind

Movin’ along
in the long bit of life.
Holding on memories
From last ones behind.

Learning and living,
time flying by.
Seasons repeating
last memories behind.

Back along way as seasons unwind,
in a flurry of wind and showering rain,
maelstroms of memories in my being and brain,
layer on layer of fabric wove over.

Strengthened resolve,
strong bridges crossover.
Out in fresh country
moving along.

Moving along
in the long bit of life.


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July 7, 2014

International Wheel

International wheel-n-deal.
From a worker’s point of view.
One understands the advantage of a fit, healthy work force.
It’s wonderful to see Australian entrepreneurs out competing successfully, in big offshore business.
One wonders about the health of many of these Australian entrepreneurs who are obviously way out of condition!
And if they were required to fly to site on a commercial jet, would not pass the single seat test & very likely require fork lift assistance to embark & disembark!

Which of course brings us to the next step.

The Private Biz jet!
At what cost to the Company I’m employed, and to what advantage with the incredible line up of highly competitive efficient Australian airline operators.
Frankly from a workers point of view.
I’m concerned about my mortgage, super and the rapidly disappearing quality oil, gas & ore.
In addition we have seen high-power biz entrepreneurs leave Australia, take up residence & swear allegiance to their new adopted country.

Hmmm.


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April 6, 2014

There’s a Yarn

yarn-of-wool
There’s a yarn in there fits everyone –
a little bit o’ life.

Could be,
would be,
something
for sure about y’time.

As you’re wanderin’ round the bits,
piecin’ out y’life.
Through bits o’ learnin’,
though y’knew.
Reminders as y’tried.

Pullin’ up ‘n thinkin’
Only for a while
As on the wild ride beckons
‘n ‘ave a go presides
‘n all y’got is ‘ave a go

In the yarn that’s life.

 
 
 


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Feel a bit left over
This Play
Better to Unfetter
Competition
Anzac Spirit
Partners
They Will Go Forever
Rehearsal
Livin’ the Dream
West Australia
Age
Couldn’t Make It
Australia
Stuck
Headin’
Life’s Highway
Ya Life
Battistessa
Last One’s Behind
International Wheel
There’s a Yarn