Yarra Flats
A spieler came to Yarra Glen upon the Yarra flats;
He wore a suit of noisy cheeks and something cute in hats.
He was a wicked man, they say,
Such as they grow down Melbourne way.
A spieler gay,
From Melbourne way,
Who sought for Yarra flats.
He taught them an amusing trick with three elusive cards;
But with suspicion such vain things the Yarra flat regards.
And then, with fingers mighty quick,
He tried them with the thimble trick.
A nimble trick,
The thimble trick,
As tricky as the cards.
But still the stolid natives stood, and let him have his say,
But always changed the subject when he wanted them to play.
They were not parting with their 'dough.'
'But now,' said they, 'give us a show.
We'll do a trick,
The river trick,
The only trick we know.
'We'll bet you fifty pounds,' they said, 'that we produce a man
Who'll throw you clean across the river Yarra - and he can
Right where the stream is swift and wide
And land you on the other side.'
'I call your bluff!
Put up the stuff!'
The spieler chap replied.
They led him to the river bank - the day was bleak and cold
And on his collar and his pants their strong man took a hold.
He swung him once, he swung him twice
(The strong man's grip was like a vice)
Then, with a flop,
He let him dropp
The stream was cold as ice.
The spieler scrambled to the bank. 'I've won!' he cried. 'I've won!'
'Get out!' the simple natives jeered. 'Our strong man hasn't done.
He's only tried it once, you fool!
He's going to try again. Keep cool.'
'I've done my dash;
You take the cash,'
The spieler said: 'I'm full.'
The spieler went from Yarra Glen; his clothes were dripping wet.
'These are,' he murmured brokenly, 'the fliest flats I've met.'
And, as the natives saw him off,
They cheered him on with shout and scoff;
'We're all strong men
In Yarra Glen,
But Yarra flats are off!'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Yarra Glen
Where the Yarra dreams along,
Now in shadow, now in sun,
Murmuring a drowsy song,
Here she rests, the placid one.
Here she rests and takes her ease,
Peaceful home of cattlemen;
Haste and hustle, things like these,
Touch her lightly - Yarra Glen.
Easy flow with little care
Flows her rich river-flats
'Mid the lush green grasses where
Roam the milkers and the fats;
Where the sun-tanned herdsmen ride
Leisurely about green fields
Sloping to the river-side,
Rich with Nature's kindly yields.
Well content to drift and dream,
Life's high fever stirs her not,
Land of cows and corn and cream
By the hastening world forgot.
Something here of olden days
Lingers still, to wake anew
Memories of placid ways
That her staid forefathers knew.
In this calm backwater set,
Here she drowses well in call
Of the city's fume and fret,
Yet oblivious to it all.
Wisely she forgoes the gift
That fast living brings to men,
Well content to dream and drift
Happy rustic, Yarra Glen.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Beautiful Yuroke Red River Gum
For Northlands Secondary College Mobile Rebel School
Sometimes the red river gums rustled
in the beginning of colonization when
Wurundjeri
Bunnerong
Wathauring
and other Kulin nations
sang and danced
and
laughed
aloud
Not too long and there are
fewer red river gums, the
Yarra Yarra tribe’s blood becomes
the river’s rich red clay
There are maybe two red river gums
a scarred tree which overlooks the
Melbourne Cricket Ground the
survivors of genocide watch
and camp out, live, breathe in various
parks ’round Fitzroy and down
town
cosmopolitan
St Kilda
And some of us mob have graduated
from Koori Kollij, Preston TAFE,
the Melbin Yewni
Red river gums are replaced
by plane trees from England
and still
the survivors
watch.
poem by Lisa Bellear
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One-trick Pony
Hes a one trick pony
One trick is all that horse can do
He does one trick only
Its the principal source of his revenue
And when he steps into the spotlight
You can feel the heat of his heart
Come rising through
See how he dances
See how he loops from side to side
See how he prances
The way his hooves just seem to glide
Hes just a one trick pony (thats all he is)
But he turns that trick with pride
He makes it look so easy
He looks so clean
He moves like gods
Immaculate machine
He makes me think about
All of these extra movements I make
And all of this herky-jerky motion
And the bag of tricks it takes
To get me through my working day
One-trick pony
Hes a one trick pony
He either fails or he succeeds
He gives his testimony
Then he relaxes in the weeds
Hes got one trick to last a lifetime
But thats all a pony needs
(thats all he needs)
He looks so easy
He looks so clean
He moves like gods
Immaculate machine
He makes me think about
All of these extra movements I make
And all of this herky-jerky motion
And the bag of tricks it takes
To get me through my working day
One-trick pony, one trick pony
One-trick pony, one trick pony
One-trick pony (take me for a ride)
One trick pony
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Food and Wine Festival in Melbourne
Wine and food they have
on the banks of the Yarra.
Their feet play guitars.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Betty Marsden
She loves green Mother Nature with all her heart and soul
And in the fight to save Birdsland from the developers she played a leading role
And to the cause of Nature she remains ever true
The noble Betty Marsden her equals only few.
She fought for Mother Nature to save her trees and grass
And for the woman who saved Birdsland from development let us raise the toasting glass
For Mother Nature and her Planet suffer due to human greed
And those who protest against development more of their type we need.
The woman who saved Birdsland from development in her achievement can take pride
And in the Shire of Yarra Ranges she is known far and wide
So many places of great beauty have been needlessly destroyed
And hats off to everybody who stand on Nature's side.
The woman who saved Birdsland from development her name in the Yarra Ranges will live on
For without her a place of beauty would have been forever lost and gone
She led the fight for Birdsland against the men of greed
And she's a friend of Mother Nature's and Nature's case she plead.
poem by Francis Duggan
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One-Trick Pony
I am not a one-trick pony
I am not a one-trick pony
I really feel no one can own me
I really feel nothing can hold me
Nobody can control me
Nobody can conform me
Nobody can disown me
Nobody can ignore me
So slow down
One-trick pony
I am not a one-trick pony
I am not a one-trick pony
For you i will not dance
For you i will not prance
And where I was last
I'll never be at
And After that
I've already passed
So slow down
And hear this sound
One-trick pony
Yeah, you do it for a price
I can see it in your eyes
See that role was never mine
I don't want to stand in line
See how that one-trick story goes
If she weren't on time you'd never know
cause a one-trick pony steals the show
You're just a pony
So back down
To the ground
And chill out
Girl, you better shape up, girl, you better shape up
Yeah the ride is so, so, so, so, so fast
Yeah, you better shape up
Yeah, just keep your chin up
No half ass...no half ass
One-trick pony
Just ride ride ride
Just ride ride ride
Ride ride ride
song performed by by Nelly Furtado
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When The Gray Fog Covers The Great Gums
When the gray fog covers the great gums and the pied currawongs they do call
You know heavy rain is approaching to Kalorama in late Fall
Across the high woodlands of Yarra Ranges the cool winds of early May blow
The mountain ash have seen many Seasons and with each Season taller they grow
The people who live near the high woods feel proud of their place of tall trees
The laughter of the kookaburras the mountain ash soughing in the breeze
When the gray fog covers the great gums you know that the Winter is near
The mountain air is a bit chilly in the Yarra Ranges in the Fall of the year,
The white cockatoos they are squawking their grating calls not a pleasant sound
Though quite pretty birds for to look at in the high woods their numbers abound
The king parrots and crimson rosellas quite beautiful birds to behold
In tree cavities they are born and 'tis said they live to be old
And the pied currawongs the big dark birds in the fog hidden woodland do call
And the rain clouds beginning to drizzle in Kalorama in the late Fall.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Childhood Halloweens
Once I celebrated Halloween:
It was a part of my childhood.
Everyone was so excited.
And dressing up
In ghostly costumes,
We went trick-or-treating in groups.
We always received treats,
And never had to trick anyone—
As far as I can remember.
But one time a fellow trick-or-treater,
From behind, snatched my bag of candy.
What a mean trick!
The bag was almost full
As the candy spilled onto the ground.
But others helped me to gather all of it,
And the trickster’s plot was overthrown.
What a time those Halloweens were.
Do kids still celebrate?
poem by Walterrean Salley
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Lilydale
Three hills lead on to Lilydale,
Where runs the White Horse Road.
Three slopes dip down into the vale
The placid vale of Lilydale,
That somnolent abode
Of dreams that compass olden days,
Of tranquil life and easy ways,
Where transient beauty tints her trees
With golden Autumn's harmonies.
For Lilydale is now a dame
Unhurried and content.
Traditions that attend her name
Serve her from all she needs of fame,
Who scorns the brandishment
Of modern haste and modern show.
And, as the speeding motors go
Down thro' her street, to hasten by,
She marks them with a sleepy sigh.
Amid her grazing kine she goes
The 'milkers', 'stores' and 'fats.'
A cow she venerates, and knows
How well to hoard the wealth that flows
From her rich river flats
One passion lures her from her course;
Her great love for a likely horse.
Tempting to revels now and then
With her twin dreamer, Yarra Glen.
Three hills lead on to Lilydale,
Three slopes dip down below.
And every hill, and every vale
Tell once more the olden tale
Of days when life moved slow;
Save when the dashing fours-in-hand
Came clattering to this new-found land,
And wakened this bucolic spot
To life's high fever - long forgot.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Who's Trick Is This?
Who's trick is this?
Is it your latest?
It is too obvious.
The over rating done,
Is much too inflated.
This rehashed stuff,
I've had enough of.
Can't you create,
Something more update?
Something I can anticipate,
To stimulate a thought process...
That has from you...
Never approached a level of suspect.
Or I can say...
You had but it left
Who's trick is this?
It has to be borrowed.
It has a thoughfulness.
And with you,
That does not exist!
None you can insist...
Came to even visit.
Or one you can claim,
To leave me a bit suspicious...
That you alone are behind it!
Who's trick is this?
You have never been this innovative.
Or smiled so broadly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Simple Sister Goes To Sydney
When Flo resolved to go to town from brothers three a yell went up,
Predicting ruin and distress. Bill in his horror dropped a cup.
“Gorstruth!” he said, “in Sydney there what is a simple girl to do?
They took me down. I lost me watch and seven quid. What ‘ope for you?”
Ben turned on her in pale dismay. “Look here, me girl, ain’t you bin told
How one iv them there spieler blokes done me for twenty pound in gold?
He was as nice a gentleman as any in the blessed shops:
He got away with all I had, and took a luner at the cops.”
“Me, too,” said Dave, “that time I went to Sydney town to see the Show
One trimmed me for me bran’ new suit. You stay where we can watch you, Flo.”
Flo packed. “If spieler comes at me his finish will be sharp,” she said;
And when the boys next heard of her she’d got a bloke, and then was wed.
She wrote: “He’s rather nice, I think, and I am putting him to work.
Next Chrissmiss we are comin’ up to see yous people back o’ Bourke.”
And when he came he brought for Bill a silver watch and seven quid,
For Dave a bran’ new suit of check, a ruby tie-pin and a lid.
To Ben he handed twenty pounds, in nice new minted sovereigns, too.
And still the brothers gaped at him, and still their great amazement grew.
He was a natty kind of chap, with gentle manners, small and slim.
And when they spoke ‘twas as one man. “So ‘elp me cat,” they said, “it’s ‘im!”
poem by Edward George Dyson
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Farewell To England (A Ballad For The Emigrant)
England, farewell! - not lightly, nor gladly,
Now, at the last, do I bid thee farewell!
Hope may be smiling, but Memory sadly
Weeps for awhile in the penitent's cell:
Yet, O my country! I dare not regret thee;
Providence calls me to come from thy shore;
And, though my spirit shall never forget thee,
England, farewell! - I return nevermore!
'Go to replenish the earth, and subdue it,-
Seek a new country,- seek a new home;'
Never shall doubtfulness make my heart rue it;
God will be with me, wherever I roam!
Duty, and zeal, and need, and ambition,
Drove and persuaded my faith to go forth,-
And, if I fail in my emigrant mission,
Lo! I will fail at the ends of the earth!
England, farewell! With Goodness to guide me,
Pilgrim and stranger, I sail for the South,-
Trusting in Covenant Love to provide me
Food for the spirit, as food for the mouth:
Hope be my beacon, and Hope be my anchor,
Fixing my way-weary steps on a soil
Kind, and uncurst by poverty's canker,
Fresh to my foot, and free to my toil!
There, for the Thames is my clear Yarra-Yarra;
There, in bright Melbourne my London shall be;
There, far away, shall the wild Illawarra
Smile as the Devonshire valleys for me!
There shall my flocks -
my
flocks, not another's,-
Pasture on hills that are sprinkled with gold;
There, among neighbours, all freemen and brothers,
May I grow better, and live to grow old!
There, in the midst of plentiful blessing,
Let me be gratefully zealous, and win
Souls to the Lord, from the lust of possessing,
Sons to be free, from the servants of sin;-
There, though I came a poor pilgrim and stranger,
Round the rich patriarch children shall dwell,-
Therefore, to poverty, trouble, and danger,
To these, as to thee, dear old England, farewell!
poem by Martin Farquhar Tupper
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The Magician's Magic
The magician's magic.
Is the magic for you.
He can pull a rabit, out of his hat.
He can trick you with this.
Or he can trick you with that.
A bag of tricks, from the magician to you.
A bag of tricks, a magician can do.
He can pull a rabit, out of his hat.
He can trick you wth this.
Or he can trick you with that.
The magician's magic.
Is the magic for you.
The magician's magic.
Is his magic show.
He can saw a lady in half.
He can split her in two.
He can trick you with this.
Or he can trick you with that.
These are some things, a magician can do.
A bag of tricks, from the magician to you.
The magician's magic.
Is the magic for you.
The magician's magic.
Is his magic show.
He can pull a rabit, out of his hat.
He can saw a lady in half.
Then he ca split her in two.
He can trick you with this.
Or he can trick you with that.
The magician's magic.
Is the magic for you.
The magician's magic.
Is his magic show.
These are some things, a magician can do.
A bag of tricks, from the magician to you.
These are some things, a magician can do.
A bag of tricks, from the magician to you..
Magic-Song-Poem-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1989,2009..
All rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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The World Is Stone
Stone, the world is stone
Its no trick of the light
Its hard on the soul
Stone, the world is stone
Cold to the touch
And hard on the soul
In the grey of the streets
In the neon unknown
I look for a sign
That Im not on my own
That Im not here alone
As the still of the night
And the choke of the air
And the winners delight
And the losers despair
Closes in left and right
I would love not to care
Stone, the world is stone
From a faraway look
Without stars in my eyes
Through the halls of the rich
And the flats of the poor
Wherever I go
Theres no warmth anymore
Theres no love anymore
So I turn on my heels
Im declining the fall
Ive had all I can take
With my back to the wall
Tell the world Im not in
Im not taking the call
Stone, the world is stone
But I saw it once
With the stars in my eyes
When each colour rang out
In a thunderous chrome
Its no trick of the light
I cant find my way home
In a world of stone
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Trick Or Treat
It is time for Halloween
oh yes that time of year
We carry bags of candy
trick or treat we shall hear
They gather on the porch
or maybe the front gate
Arms holding their bags open
saying trick or treat as they wait
Count Dracula is waiting
and Wolf Man is too
There may be a Hobo
or a Princess or two
I dropp candy in each bag
and act as if filled with fright
For this is Halloween
it is a children's night
Then I have an idea
for this special night
A simple bed sheet
may cause some fright
I hear children talking
as they stroll down the street
And I giggle to myself
about the ghost they shall meet
They rattle the front gate
trick or treat rolls off each lip
I round the corner, arms raised
give out a big WOOO, then slip
No bones were broken
but my ego was bruised
My dog had left her own trick
and the children were amused
I guess in the night
we never know what we will meet
It's Halloween
Trick or Treat
Terry M
Sinking
I am slowing down
As the years go by
I am sinking
So i trick myself
Like everybody else
The secrets i hide
Twist me inside
They make me weaker
So i trick myself
Like everybody else
I crouch in fear and wait
I'll never feel again
If only i could remember
Anything at all
song performed by by Cure
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Ghost In The Mirror
I've been hearing voices
Voices in my head
Can't escape the noises
Lying in my bed
The winter nights grow colder
The darkness falls too soon
I will hide till morning
How silent is this moon?
Just one look and I will find
Someone else on the other side
A trick of light or the darker mind
Ghost in the mirror
And as the dawn is waking
The shadows burn away
The sun reborn the savior
The safety of the day
Just one look and I will find
Someone else on the other side
A trick of light or the darker mind
Ghost in the mirror
The darkness calls me
The shadows fool me
Is it safe on the other side?
Is this my future?
If it's a dream why can't I wake?
Just one look and I will find
Someone else on the other side
A trick of light or the darker mind
Ghost in the mirror
song performed by by Asia
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Think Trickles
if u think in trickles
it will just be trickles
thoughts trickling like
a trick
the mind tricks itself
on the trick of
the trickles
think about a rush of
the waters of the rain
think about a mountain
a river
an ocean
think about how wide
can this space be
how high can the sky be
how deep
can this earth be
think about you as a
speck of dust
on this universal hollowness
all things trying to fill
up this vast emptiness
to no avail,
think about you as another
insignificant atom
vibrating in random
with the rest
of this molecular world
always in flux
changing and shifting
and moving
now, u r as humble
as the leaf about to fall
from a twig
now you are as
weak as a fading sun
as gentle as the
waning moon
as silent as the star
about to die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Way Or Another
One way or another Im gonna find ya
Im gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another Im gonna win ya
Im gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another Im gonna see ya
Im gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha
One day, maybe next week
Im gonna meetcha, Im gonna meetcha, Ill meetcha
I will drive past your house
And if the lights are all down
Ill see whos around
One way or another Im gonna find ya
Im gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another Im gonna win ya
Ill getcha, Ill getcha
One way or another Im gonna see ya
Im gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha
One day, maybe next week
Im gonna meetcha, Ill meetcha
And if the lights are all out
Ill follow your bus downtown
See whos hanging out
One way or another Im gonna lose ya
Im gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another
Im gonna lose ya, Im gonna trick ya
One way or another Im gonna lose ya
Im gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya
One way or another Im gonna lose ya
Im gonna give you the slip
Ill walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who ya call
Lead you to the supermarket checkout
Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd
One way or another Im gonna getcha, Ill getcha, Ill getcha getcha getcha getcha
(where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
One way or another Im gonna getcha, Ill getcha, Ill getcha getcha getcha getcha
(where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
One way or another Im gonna getcha, Ill getcha, Ill getcha getcha getcha getcha
(where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
[repeat until fade]
song performed by by Face To Face
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