Zondrae King Poetry , livre ebook

Xlibris AU - Zondrae King

Découvre YouScribe en t'inscrivant gratuitement

Je m'inscris

Obtenez un accès à la bibliothèque pour le consulter en ligne
En savoir plus

146 pages

English

Vous pourrez modifier la taille du texte de cet ouvrage

Obtenez un accès à la bibliothèque pour le consulter en ligne
En savoir plus

A propos
Informations
Extrait

Description

Inspiration comes in many forms. Sometimes it wakes me in the middle of the night, sometimes it springs from a picture or a sight I see or even the line of a song. My family are a treasure and the source of many ideas that end up in poems. The adventurous life that I have led, having lived in both the city and the bush, also gives me a wide range of experiences to draw on. I hope that readers find pleasure in shared experiences or from the stories and sentiments expressed.

Sujets

Poetry

Informations

Publié par	Xlibris AU
Date de parution	31 mai 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9798369490686
Langue	English

Informations légales : prix de location à la page 0,0200€. Cette information est donnée uniquement à titre indicatif conformément à la législation en vigueur.

Extrait

ZONDRAE KING POETRY

Copyright © 2023 by Zondrae King.

ISBN:
Softcover
979-8-3694-9069-3

eBook
979-8-3694-9068-6

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.

Rev. date: 05/30/2023

Xlibris
AU TFN: 1 800 844 927 (Toll Free inside Australia)
AU Local: (02) 8310 8187 (+61 2 8310 8187 from outside Australia)
www.Xlibris.com.au
805132

A COLLECTION OF POEMS BY ZONDRAE KING
A Baby on the Verandah . - 2014
A New Beginning . - 2012
A Boy’s Cooee . - 2015
A Call to Arms . - 2013
A Cassowary Encounter . - 2012
A Golden Dawn . - 2013
A Lovely Bunch . - 2018
A Poet’s Dream . - 2011
A Shearer’s Lament . - 2016
A Spider in a Hat . - 2018
A Sticky Wicket . - 2012
All Hallows Eve . - 2011
At First Sight . - 2014
At The Kitchen Sink . - 2002
Beyond The City Lights . - 2005
Cairns – On a Winter Morning - 2014
Charlene . - 2018
Cheapskate . - 2010
Children Say the Cutest Things . - 2011
China . - 2014
Chocolate . - 2009
Chooks . - 2011
City or the Bush . - 2012
Coo-ee Women . - 2010
Dawn Service . - 2012
Dear God . - 2005
Dirt on His Hands . - 2015
Do You Think of Me? - 2005
Done is Better Than Perfect . - 2014
Dragonflies . - 2011
Dunk . - 2010
Elvis’s Mate . - 2008
Finger Talk . - 2010
Frog Songs . - 2018
From a Child’s Mind . - 2012
Goodbye . - 2008
Her Father’s Coat . - 2011
Her Ladyship Smith, the Swaggie . - 2014
Hidden Rainbows . - 2010
His Girl . - 2006
If I Could Change the World . - 2018
In The Dark . - 2006
It’s Gunna Rain . - 2018
It’s A Crazy World . - 2011
Joe (A Modern Swaggie) . - 2010
Just a Touch of Rain . - 2011
Leader of the Pack . - 2014
Lorikeets . - 2012
Me and Betty Windsor . - 2011
Mobile Phone . - 2011
Mooroopira (Swamp Spirit) . - 2009
Mrs Mickey’s Menu . - 2006
Much Ado Indeed . - 2014
My Magpie Friend . - 2006
My Swag . - 2017
Nardoo . - 2010
Night Fall . - 2014
Old Faithful . - 2008
Old Gum Tree . - 2008
On Turning 90 . - 2018
Pickle My Grandmother . - 2013
Playing with Angels – a poem for Ryan . - 2005
Pollyanna Eyes . - 2008
Radio . - 2018
Rain . - 2009
Remember, Watch the Boy . - 2009
Rhubarb Jam . - 2011
Rivers On the Rise . - 2009
Silver Moon . - 2007
Sixty Four . - 2010
Snow Ponies . - 2010
Someone . - 2002
Soul Connection . - 2006
Stage Fright . - 2013
Stained Glass Window . - 2010
Strike Me Pink . - 2007
Stolen Years . - 2008
Storm Clouds . - 2010
Tadpoles in the Creek . - 2009
Tango With Claude . - 2007
Tattoo . - 2010
The Adventures of Mr Organic . - 2008
The Beautiful Woman . - 2018
The Blind Man’s Dog . - 2012
The Bunyip in The Billabong . - 2014
The Carpet of Heaven . - 2014
The Cat from Down the Swamp . - 2005
The Combi and the Cat . - 2005
The Combi and the Pig . - 2005
The Egg . - 2013
The Farm . - 2013
The Hem of Her Apron . - 2006
The Illawarra Flame . - 2005
The Immigrant . - 2005
The Jacaranda Tree . - 2018
The Long Paddock . - 2007
The Man Who Touched the Moon - 2006
The Reflection . - 2005
The Saddle in The Yard . - 2008
The Spark of Life . - 2012
The Speech . - 2005
The Splitting Gun . - 2010
The Thief . - 2014
The Wallaby’s Track . - 2010
The Whale Boat . - 2010
Time . - 2008
Traffic . - 2013
Uncle Clyde . - 2009
Violets . - 2005
Waiting for a Train . - 2014
Wandjina . - 2010
Was it Trev? - 2010
What’s Life Worth? - 2010
Where Will the Children Play? - 2012
Why Me? - 2003
Why Not Orange? - 2013
Award winning poems
Highly commended and other prizes
A BABY ON THE VERANDAH.
2014
I’ve asked myself this question before “now what do you think you would do
If you found a baby on the verandah?” When I was young, I thought I knew.
I would take it in and feed it and give it a bath and a nap.
I’d sing a little lullaby and nurse it on my lap.

Then later on or tomorrow I’d have to call the police.
And let them know I found it, or else I’d have no peace.
I know I’ll never understand how someone could do such a thing.
As to put a baby on a verandah and run at the doorbells ring.

I had three children of my own and if faced with that terrible choice,
Of giving one of them away I’d never find my peace.
To get up and say to one of them I’m leaving you to fate.
Which one to leave an impossible choice with my three at any rate.

My oldest is the wisest - she’s strong and fair and smart.
The middle one so beautiful - her face just melts my heart.
The youngest is a miracle - my son, my pride, my joy.
I prayed for years on bended knee for him my only boy.

Now they are grown and live their own lives away from their family home.
Their partners are great, couldn’t be better suited if I’d chosen them as my own.
So, if I found a baby on my verandah I’d love it for just one day.
Then do the right thing and advise the police and they’d come and take it away.
A NEW BEGINNING.
2012
The indigo blanket of night fills the sky
And peace washes over the land.
The eastern horizon has yet to grow pale
And night creatures make their last stand.

Then slowly, so slowly, the magpie awakes
And calls to her mate to arise.
While gently the breeze brings a jackass’s laugh
He too sends his song to the skies.

The angel of morning now draws back the drapes
And starts the first rays creeping in.
The sun’s golden fingers reach over the rim
The glories of morning begin.

It’s Spring and the wattle is heavy with gold
And nectar that bees will collect.
Across the whole land the same story is told
Both night and day earn our respect.

There, deep in a burrow the platypus curls
Her babies are safe and well fed.
While high in the treetops in some hollow log
A possum is going to bed.

Then pure golden warmth is poured over the earth
The day creatures rise from their bed.
We stretch and we yawn and we breathe in new life
As stars disappear overhead.
A BOY’S COOEE.
2015
Oh, you should have seen them Johnny as they started out that day.
Word had spread that they were going, calling coo-ee on the way.
All the young men from the district, all the ones to hear coo-ee.
Set to meet and march together, allies all, would then be free.

Oh, you should have seen it Johnny as they said goodbye to home.
Carrying their few possessions - maybe razor and a comb.
“War to end all wars” they told us. All we had to give was youth.
Giving willingly, now needed. Trusting we were told the truth.

Oh, you should have seen it Johnny in the towns along the way.
Young boys treated like the heroes they were sure to be, one day.
Me and Andrew rode beside them cause me Dad said that we could,
Just as long as we weren’t in the way, and I said that we’d be good.

Oh, you should have watched them Johnny, stood beside the road with me.
As those volunteers prepared to chance their lives across the sea.
I’m sure you would have loved the crowd, the slogans made to urge them on.
We sang the National Anthem every voice there sang along.

Oh, if you had been there Johnny as they reached the final town.
The Lord Mayor was there to meet them, with some others of renown.
There were doctors, teachers, farmers, men from every walk of life.
You’d have been among the thousands when the church bells came to life.

Oh, you should have seen it Johnny there were roses everywhere.
In great arches ’cross the highway. Girls put flowers in their hair.
And the crowd, just standing, waving. It was such a magic day.
As the country’s cream of youth had signed their name to go away.

Oh, you would have felt it Johnny, with the darkness came the gloom.
How the women watched and waited, and each home felt like a tomb.
They would keep the home fires burning in the towns and on the farms.
While their husbands, sons and fathers were in danger, bearing arms.

Oh, you should have seen it Johnny of the ones that went away.
Counting heads close to three hundred on that distant fateful day.
But the dead were buried elsewhere and the wrecks that now returned.
With dull eyes and empty shirt sleeves where once youth and courage burned.

Oh, you should have seen them, Johnny with their broken, weary tramp.
There was no building excitement as they lumbered down the ramp.
I wished that I was older so I could have joined up too.
But I see the horror etched there and thank God I stayed with you.

Oh, we might have joined them Johnny when the coo-ee passed our way.
But they wouldn’t take a blind man and at twelve I had n