An Emu No Bullshit Story

Originally posted on Welcome To Aussie Emus World:

Recently I had to go to the dentist for a bit of dental work , mainly a filling

I sat in the chair while he proceeded to take an xray , you know that wad of paper they stick in your mouth that makes you want to spew , well one of them , anyway he took the xray and lo and behold my bloody tooth come up on the screen in front of me , none of this hide from the patient in today’s technology , there’s my tooth in front of me and guess what the dentist started to do on the screen , bloody copy and paste, bloody true , he said that is what your tooth will look like so lie back and bloody lo and behold the copy went to a computer laser in his hand and there I was with a damn new tooth…

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Posted by on April 7, 2015 in Uncategorized


Sunrise over the Sand Dunes— Wentworth Australia


Posted by on April 5, 2015 in Uncategorized


A Good Days Fishing Aussie Style

Originally posted on Welcome To Aussie Emus World:

A bloke’s wife goes missing while holidaying on the West Australian coast while they were diving, he spends a terrible night wondering what could have happened to her.

Next morning there’s a knock at the door and he is confronted by a couple of policemen, the old Sarge and a younger Constable.The Sarge says…”Mate, we have some news for you, unfortunately some really bad news, but, some good news, and maybe some more good news”.

Well,” says the bloke…”I guess I’d better have the bad news first?”

The Sarge says…”I’m really sorry pal, but your wife is dead, young Bill here found her lying at about five fathoms in a little cleft in the reef, he got a line around her and we pulled her up, but she was dead.”

The bloke is naturally pretty distressed to hear of this and has a bit of a turn, but after…

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Posted by on March 31, 2015 in Uncategorized


I Can’t Recall the Name


Posted by on March 29, 2015 in Uncategorized


An Erotic Reunion

An Erotic Reunion


  I Saw You In The Headlights

Beside The Deserted Road

That Dismal Dark Wet Night

I Approached You In Awe

Of Your Beauty

Naked To The Stars

Shine Of Embarrassment

You Stood

With Fingers Of Love

I Traced Your Every Curve

I Looked Into Your Eyes

Lifeless And Devoid Of Emotion

I Saw Your Heart

Had Been Taken

By A Coarse Lover

Of Such Beauty

The Colour Had Gone

From Your Once Golden

Glow Of Life

With Tears Of Love

I Peered Into Your Soul

There Was Nothing

But Emptiness

Once You Were Someones Lover

Who Loved You And Cherished

And Cared For You

With Such Tenderness

A Lover Who Put The Shine

Upon Your Heart

And The Gleam Within Your Eyes

You Had Aged

And Worn Your Years Well

My Beauty

With Loving Fingers

I Traced Your Curves

One Last Time

And Lingered With Sadness

Upon Your Shapely Rear

I Drove Away

That Dismal Dark Wet Night

And With A Final Glance

In The Rear View Mirror

Sighed At What Was Once

A Beauty Of Golden Hue

A Beauty With Life

Now A Burnt Out Wreck

Of What Was Once

An Fj Holden


Posted by on March 29, 2015 in Uncategorized


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Children Of The Dust

Originally posted on Welcome To Aussie Emus World:

This writing is dedicated to the stolen

 generation of Aboriginal children taken

 from their families and culture in the days

 of early settlement of Australia by the

 white man


My Little One

Of The Stolen Heart

Your Small Delicate Soul

Taken From the Mother Core

Of Your Birth

By The Ever Changing Winds

Of The Unknown

Again And Again

The Cycle Is Unfulfilled

Your Little Soul

Knows Its Path

Yet Strangled By Souls

Of Those with Eyes Closed

And Ears Deaf

To The Very Existence

Of Our Journey

Little Spirit Soul

Care Not For What

They Do Not See

Hold My Hand

Little Sister

Walk With Me

I Will Show You the Colours

Of Our Beautiful Land

I Will Awake the Dreaming

In Your Heart

To See Those Visions

Of Eternal Beauty

That Play upon Our Soul

And Listen To the Laugh

Of Our Mornings

Early Call

Let Me…

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Posted by on March 29, 2015 in Uncategorized


Put My Boots On Little Feet

Originally posted on Welcome To Aussie Emus World:

Put my boots

On little feet

Walk with me

My little mate

Look through eyes

Of innocence

And see what I can see

See the birds up in the sky

See the landscape opening wide

Feel the breath

Of morns early kiss

Upon your cheeks

Walk with me

Through gully’s deep

See the ferns

In Gods own garden

Feel the morns dew

On your lips

Smell dawns rise

And watch nature unfold

In a panorama of sunrise

This is the land

Of your birth

This is our land

This is our earth

Walk forward little boots

Walk forward little mate

The world is open

And belongs to you

From your lands

You were born

And on your lands

You will leave your name

Walk with me little boots

And see through ancient eyes

We are old

Yet we are young

Hold onto your innocence

And grow into the spirit


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Posted by on March 28, 2015 in Uncategorized

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