Tags: Poems. Rhymes. Lyrics.
MAD POETS SOCIETY
THE BAND PLAYED WALTZING MALTILDA
It is 4 am on Woorim Beach Anzac morning and locals meet
They gather around the memorial shrine
It is dark no wind heads bowed in time
All over world this ceremony is special
To honour our men and women in life’s perial
The bugle is played and the silence is deep
As we stand and reflect the suffering defeat
Our men and women who gave their lives
On foreign soil on the other side
They did not know what lay ahead
But gave their lives so we could spend
A place in the sun where we are free
Laying wreaths and red poppy seed
Families gather as we do each year
To pay their respects to the soldiers with no fear
For the freedom we experience in our daily lives
Carved the future in Australia for our children’s time
We hear the waves crash onto the beach
Like the broken bodies and dreams incomplete
We marvel at their strength and determination
And thank them for our own salvation
So it is important that this service is here
The ocean and Woorim Beach a perfect backdrop it is clear
Ceremonies and services should stay where they belong
Anzac day and that song
So The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
We hum the words and reflect our thoughts and loss
It touches our hearts and minds
For the soldiers that were tossed
Into a trench and barb wire or ocean
Knowing their spirit will never be broken
We did not have the bells and whistles
The important speeches and guests
All we had was a group of people
With a heart in their chests Anzac Day has come and gone
But the memory will never fade
The Australian Flag was perfectly still
As we wiped our tears and waved
Written by Sharmayne Kurtz 25/4/2018
MIST-TOUCHED RAYS OF SUNSHINE
Mist-touched rays of sunshine
Piercing through the dark green leafy canopies
Of the trees lining the road, Rays which would be imperceptible
If it were not for the morning mist Straight and true, narrow from the source
And widening towards where they kiss the road.
Reminding one of personal feelings, secret and hidden away
Until the gentle touch of someone who cares, Revealing thoughts and desires
Which had lain dormant, perhaps for many years.
The tops of the trees opening and embracing those rays
Permitting them to penetrate deeply
Allowing a glimpse into their innermost being, Unafraid of what the future may bring,
Bringing a sensual sensation into a silent and private world.
And as the sun reaches ever higher in the heavens
The rays deplete and disappear
Only to be reawakened with the next morning mist,
Ready and expectant To receive the sun’s mist-touched rays,
Lovingly still and quiet, Birthing a brand new day.
By Hazel King
I love to go a cruising to sail the oceans wide
I love that we can make new friends and leave the World behind and best of all it’s paid for when you shuffle on board ship your beds are made, your food supplied, the crew are really quick.
They’ll so your bedding with a smile and all get on together they come from all parts of the World they always watch the weather and if the waves start to swell and people fall about they’ve even got some doctors and you can give them a shout
It’s great to see the families all having time together the kids are laughing, never bored the parents are in heaven!
The memories are amazing The islands and the lands, it makes you know you’re lucky that we’ve got so much on hand and yet we haven’t seemed to find the contentment they have found to the family means so much and it comes before the pound
They have a faith that’s really strong and children always wanted
They never need the child care centres and aged-care homes unheard of I think we can learn so much from them and even crew on-board how to love each other unconditionally it has its own reward!
By Lurline Thompson
HEALING BALM OF THE SEA
Beautiful day at the seaside, An unmistakable pungent aroma hanging in the air
As it does when the tide is out.
Spidery fingers of an ocean pine brushing the air,
Weaving about in a melodic symphony
As the sea breeze breathes its refreshing breath
Through the tendrils of the pine needles.
The Glasshouse Mountains in the distance,
Outlined against a pale winter’s sky,
The peaks thrusting skywards,
As if thirsting for cool weather rains,
Mountains enshrouded in a blue mist mysterious and foreboding
Since the beginning of time.
There is a peace and silence in the park
In the early morning, uncluttered by human intrusion,
Releasing the tension and stress of the past week.
The muffled throb of motorboats passing far off Breaking into one’s reveries.
The brilliantly coloured sails of a sailing ship Silently and swiftly gliding by,
Followed by all manner of watercraft enjoying the water
And the favourable weather.
Then the tide begins to come in Quickly covering the sand and exposed rocks,
The gentle waves lapping on the shore
Bringing yet another dimension of peace and serenity,
Creating a healing balm For one’s soul and body.
By Hazel King