Sore Humour
I don't know
what sets my tummy
off
I'm eating careful
lettuce leaves
and lots of water
soon I'll be thinner
than a supermodel
but my behind
refuses to toe the line
lets loose
with runny shit
and bloody hemorrhoids.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Nicky Winmar
A champion footballer
his lasting legacy
was his stand
against the onslaught
of racial abuse
from spectators
the great aboriginal hero
pulled up his St.Kilda jumper
proudly pointing to his skin
and stopped the nation.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Jesus Said
The thief of lives
stole my cousin's
breath away
sleep now dear cousin
forever in peace
in fields of swaying daffodils.
Jesus said
there is room
in my father's house
for everyone
and I am the way.
His words comfort me.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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The Night Garden
A Darwinian
nightmare
plays out
a macabre dance
between
night and day
the strong thrive
the weak perish
as the will to live
breaks
with the relentless pounding waves
on the fracturing shore
today's Earth
yesterday's Mars.
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Playing The Pokies
I'd be so happy
to make it
juggling the stars
to align with the moon
and the sun
ascendant to Mars
coming together
in a fountain of coins
spilling out of my grin
bigger than Luna Park
it's all mumbo jumbo
but so much fun.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Lunar Landscape
Bombs that battered
a startled man
to submission
turned a nation
into ruins
With the blood
of the occupied
and the occupiers
flooding rivers
such an operatic end
to his dream
brought a last
satisfied smile
to the fat man.
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Twilight
Tonal poem
set to a slow waltz
written by God
for his elegiacal ballet
cast in the autumnal glow
of muted colours
faded reds and burnished golds
soft as the forest's
fading light drifting to black
God welcomed back
his son.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Blood Sport
There's nothing
to be gained
sifting over old ground
of who's the winner
the fox or the hound
the hunted or the baying pack
the master of ceremonies
cracks the whip
Uncle Sam
rides on their back
guaranteeing blood on the track.
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Genistas
Those caterpillars
are worse
than a million carnivores
let loose
at an all you can eat
meat banquet
a wonder Genistas
are such prevalent
obnoxious plants
with those little suckers
having Genistas on the menu
as food of choice.
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Cravat Or Turkey Neck
The visible signs of ageing
the bald head
I've been nearly bald
since my early
twenties
the Friar Tuck grey hair
the last remnant
of a great teenage
Elvis pompadour
the turkey neck
I could disguise
with a cravat
but that's not me.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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