His Gippsland Girl
Now, money was scarce and work was slack
And love to his heart Crept in,
And he rode away on the Northern track
To war with the world and win;
And he vowed by the locket upon his breast
And its treasure, one red gold curl,
To work with with a will in the fartherest West
For the sake of his Gippsland girl.
The hot wind blows on the dusty plain
And the red sun burns above,
But he sees her face at his side again,
And he strikes each blow for love.
He toils by the light of one far-off star
For the winning of one white pearl,
And the swinging pick and the driving bar
Strike home for the Gippsland girl.
With an aching wrist and a back that's bent,
With salt sweat blinding eyes,
'Tis little he'd reek if his life were spent
In the winning so grand a prize.
His shear blades flash and over his hand
The folds of the white fleece curl,
And all day long he sticks to his stand
For the love of his Gippsland girl.
When the shearing's done and the shed's cut out
On Barwon and Narran and Bree;
When the shearer mates with the rouseabout
And the Union man with the free;
When the doors of the shanty, open wide,
An uproarious welcome hurl,
He passes by on the other side
For the sake of his gippsland girl.
When summer lay brown on the Western Land
He rode once more to the South,
Athirst for the touch of a lily hand
And the kiss of a rosebud mouth;
And he sang the songs that shorten the way,
And he envied not king or earl,
And he spared not the spur in his dappled grey
For the sake of his Gippsland girl.
At the garden gate when the shadows fell
His hopes in the dusk lay dead;
'Nelli? Oh! Surely you heard that Nell
Is married a month' they said.
He spoke no word; with a dull, dumb pain
At his heart, and his brain awhirl
He turned his grey to the North again
For the sake of his Gippsland girl.
And he rung the board in a Paroo shed
By the sweat of his aching brow,
But he blued his cheque, for he grimly said,
'There is nothing to live for now.'
And out and away where the big floods start
And the Darling dust-showers swirl,
There's a drunken shearer who broke his heart
Over a Gippsland girl!
William H Ogilvie
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The Gippsland Hills
The hills of Gippsland were so green but that was in September
And songbirds piping happy songs as well I might remember
But now the Gippsland hills are gray since sun changed the grass colour
And though the sun shines hot today this countryside looks duller.
The Gippsland hills were green in Spring and grass growing winds were blowing
And all along the sunlit hills the wildering flowers were showing
And bell magpie piped his joyful notes and butcherbird was singing
And through those hills those happy hills the bushlark's voice went ringing.
The Gippsland hills the sunburnt hills grown lonelier and quieter
And like the shades of old man's hair they've turned a gray type whiter
The nearby creek in trickle flow, the birds have lost their voices
And not one of Nature's minstrels now on Gippsland hills rejoices.
The Gippsland hills the sunburnt hills have lost their Spring like colour
And though the sun shines hot today the Gippsland hills look duller
But Spring bring green to Gippsland hills Spring rains and soft winds blowing
And birds will sing on Gippsland hills and Gippsland creeks fast flowing.
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In South Gippsland In September
On the fruit trees in the gardens the pinkish blossoms are in bloom
And by the roadside fences yellow flowers are on the broom
And the flute like notes of the magpie have such a melodious ring
In South Gippsland in september in the infancy of Spring.
The weather not too cool or warm it's a near to perfect day
And the nesting gulls are calling on the cliffs above the bay
And the bubbling song of the butcherbird is a joyful thing to hear
In South Gippsland in September it's a pleasant time of year.
The lark above the coastal scrub is carolling as he fly
And upwards he's ascending a small speck in the sky
And hidden in a tuft of grass her eggs warm beneath her breast
In south Gippsland in September his mate sits in her nest.
The pleasant sounds float to me in the freshening coastal breeze
Of crimson rosellas chirping on gum and wattle trees
And the hoarse cacklings of the wattlebirds are familiar sounds to me
In South Gippsland in September where the land meets the sea
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I wanna a girl..!
I wanna a girl,
A girl with Brave Heart,
A girl with an Winning Smile,
A girl who will make me laugh,
A girl who is beautiful,
A girl who is Kind And Strong.
I wanna A girl, A good one,
A girl who don't struts,
A girl who don't fuss,
A girl who's not a bling - bling,
A girl who will stand with me
A girl who will make my Heart Race
I wanna a girl,
A girl who is something special,
A girl who is loving,
A girl with great patience,
A girl I would be lucky to know,
A girl you'd dream About.
I wanna a girl,
A girl who will be my Kryptonite,
I want a girl I'd fight for,
A girl who makes me think,
A girl who feeds me,
A girl who will look After me,
A girl I'd write poetry for.
poem by Vishnu Gupta
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A Girl Like Me
A girl like me will make your world better
A girl like me will make you happy
A girl like me will make you smile everyday.
A girl like me will surround only you in my world
A girl like me will make you laugh nonstop
A girl like me will make time for you.
A girl like me will sit and listen to your words
A girl like me will not play games with you or your heart
A girl like me will always be true to you.
A girl like me will talk to you all night
A girl like me will be the one you can count on to be there for you
A girl like me will always be down for you no matter what.
A girl like me will be the one you can put your trust in
A girl like me will make you my whole world
A girl like me will give you everything I possibly can.
A girl like me needs a king
A girl like me could be your queen
A girl like me could be your everything.
A girl like me will let you have fun
A girl like me will lay with you and just smile
A girl like me will be the one you can just hang out with.
A girl like me will be the one to hold you at night
A girl like me will be the one you can fall asleep with
A girl like me will make you see what's on the brighter side.
A girl like me will keep you outta trouble
A girl like me will be there when no one else will
A girl like me will be the one you can open up to.
A girl like me could be your world that you have been looking for
A girl like me could be right in front of you
A girl like me could be the one you need to survive this life.
A girl like me is me
There is no other girl like me
Take me to be yours and get all of the above.
poem by Kimberly Santistevan
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A Pleasant Day In Gippsland In July
The breeding frogs in the shallow pools are croaking
But they fall silent as near you walk by
Elusive creatures their secrets of survival
Is that they are small and hard to see and shy.
The day is pleasant if a little chilly
Even though the sun is shining in the sky
Still one could easily find a climate more unpleasant
Than South Gippsland in mid Winter in July.
A time of year when growth is all but dormant
Yet every day is one day nearer Spring
And even in the pale weak Winter sunlight
The magpie on a gum tree briefly sing.
It is a pleasant day to walk in Nature
White fronted chats from ground to fence line fly
On Winter months in small flocks they assemble
In rank coastal paddocks where the ground is dry.
On pleasant days in Gippsland in the winter
There's things of natural beauty for to see
And it is nice to walk the gravelly pathway
When the yellow blooms are on the wattle tree.
South Gippsland in Victoria in mid winter
A pleasant day with a slight freshening breeze
And it's not warm although the sun is shining
And the temperatures around fourteen degrees.
poem by Francis Duggan
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x Yes I am that girl x
I am that girl who is wanted
I am that girl who understands people
I am that girl who tells the truth
I am that girl who you can tell your secrets to
I am that girl whose heart has been broken
I am that girl who finishes fights
I am that girl who still studies her books
I am that girl who is a typical teenager
I am that girl who liver in west London
I am that girl who’s always friendly
I am that girl who will fight for her rights
I am that girl who has planned her life
I am that girl who respects everyone for who they are
I am that girl who will tell you it how it is
I am that girl who makes her own decisions
I am that girl who regrets things
I am that girl who wanted to still be with you today
I am that girl who still day dreams about you
I am that girl who you can turn to
I am that girl who will regret loving you
I am that girl who has always protected you
I am that girl who will give you advice
I am that girl whose heart has been broken by you
I am that girl who once wanted you
I am that girl who once needed you
I am that girl who once was dreaming of you
I am that girl who was once speaking about you
I am that girl who has dreams about you
I am that girl who you can call when you’re feeling down
I am that girl who wants you back in her live
I am that girl who once wanted to give her love away to you
I am that girl who once thought you was her everything
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I Am the Girl.....! !
I am the girl... you look & think why,
I am the girl... who wishes to die.
I am the girl... you point & stare,
I am the girl... who just doesn't care.
I am the girl... who wants a better life,
One free of pain,
One free from strife.
I am the girl... who took a blade to her wrist,
I am the girl... i know you wont miss.
I am the girl... you say is a mess,
I am the girl... who is in distress.
I am the girl... who cries late at night,
An ocean of tears,
I can't see the light.
I am the girl... a girl you can't mend,
I am the girl... a girl, just a girl
poem by Becky Ginn
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The Gippsland Hills Are Greener
The Powlett river downland go whispering towards the sea
And butcherbird is piping on sunlit wattle tree
And silver gulls are calling along the Gippsland shore
I love you my dear Country each day i love you more.
The English Land is greener some have been known to say
And English birds sing sweetly in leafy woods of may
But Gippsland hills are greener the greenest i have seen
And Aussie bird sing sweetly where woods are evergreen.
I've been to Indonesia and I've visited Japan
And I've had cake and coffee with wealthy Asian man
With wealthy men of London i have been out to tea
But bold men of Australia appeal far more to me.
I work for London company for influential co
And all my friends are wealthy and wealthy men i know
I once was middle class girl from Korumburra Town
And dad worked for demolition co knocking old buildings down
The English fields are greener the English proudly say
But I've lived in a greener Land thousands of miles away
Where Powlett river downland goes whispering towards the sea
And butcherbird is piping on sunlit wattle tree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sorry Little Girl
SORRY LITTLE GIRL THAT YOU CRY
SORRY LITTLE GIRL THAT HE WENT AWAY
SORRY LITTLE GIRL YOU CARRY SO MUCH PAIN
SORRY LITTLE GIRL IT DIDN'T WORK OUT YOUR WAY
SORRY LITTLE GIRL YOU WILL SEE HIM SOMEDAY
SORRY LITTLE GIRL FOR YOUR TEARS
SORRY LITTLE GIRL I HAVEN'T BEEN THERE
SORRY LITTLE GIRL I LOST MY MIND
SORRY LITTLE GIRL I'M NOT THE ONE YOU CAN LEAN ON
SORRY LITTLE GIRL I CRY TOO
SORRY LITTLE GIRL I CAN'T TAKE BACK THAT DAY
YOU KNOW I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU
SORRY LITTLE GIRL I COULDN'T WAKE HIM UP, LIKE YOU ASK ME TO
LITTLE GIRL HE LOVES YOU AND YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE
LITTLE GIRL JUST LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER HE IS RIGHT BEHIND YOU
LITTLE GIRL PLEASE DON'T CRY ANYMORE
IT MAKES ME SAD TO SEE YOU IN SO MUCH PAIN, I WISH YOU WERE STILL FOUR WHEN A KISS WOULD STILL FIX EVERYTHING
poem by Christina L Johnson
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A Wet Day In July
Such wild and chilly weather with heavy showers of sleety rain
That flood the spouting and the creek and the storm water drain
And the paddocks around the Powlett river seem like an inland sea
And water everywhere about as far as the eyes can see.
The old bloke Mick scratches his head as he looks up at the sky
Saying more rain clouds o'er the ocean 'twill make a wet
July
On either side of the highway from Bass into Wonthaggi there's water everywhere
The paddock by our house is waterlogged 'tis like a quagmire there.
In July in south west Gippsland the weather often wild and cold and wet
But according to Mick from Bass this one the wettest yet
In more than sixty years of life he has known big rainfall
But yesterday is the wettest day he ever can recall.
In the paddocks between Kilcunda and Dalyston water everywhere about
And the Powlett river is overflowing it's banks and it's surplus water is flooding out
Making the land look like an inland sea and cattle on the hill bellow for hay
And in the coastal lands of south west Gippsland another rainy July day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Stole your life
He destroyed your confidence, girl,
He’s the cause of your pain, girl
You got to be stronger than that, girl
Innocent girl you once were.
He stole your innocence, girl,
He took your love, girl
He buried it with others, girl,
Loving girl you once were.
He tore apart your faith, girl.
He turned everyone against you, girl.
He made your parents not trust you, girl.
Worthy girl you once were.
He took your life, girl.
Gave it a new name, girl,
He drew your blood, girl,
Living girl you once were.
poem by Maura Hunt
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I Need You
Girl, my heart is in your hands, I need you to understand.
Please, swallow your pride, I want you to be my guide.
Girl, I love you, I want you, oh, how I care,
When you need me, Ill be there.
I need you, yes, I do, girl.
Girl, my love is all for you, no one else will ever do.
Please, open your heart and let in a brandnew start.
Girl, I love....
Girl, I need you.
Girl, in me you got to believe, Ill be loving you and this you will see
I need you, yes, I do, girl, I need you, yes, I do.
Girl, I need you, I need you, yes, I do, girl, I need you.
(spoken:) baby, you gotta know how much I want you, I need you oh so much,
I love you, girl.
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I have a girl
I have a girl
~
I have a girl, a good one
a girl who looks after me
a girl with a winning smile
a girl who makes me laugh
a girl who is beautiful
a girl who is kind and strong
I have a girl who ticks boxes
a girl who is something special
a girl who is loving
a girl who has great patience
a girl I'm lucky to know
a girl you'd dream about
I have a girl I'd fight for
a girl who makes me think
a girl who feeds me
a girl I'd write poetry for
I have a girl, a good one
a girl I wouldn't swap for the world
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Your Little Girl
you dont understand me
i'm your little girl trying to break
free
i'm your little girl thats lost trying to
find me
i'm your little girl trying to ask you to help me
i'm your little girl but don't know what to do no more
i'm your little girl just trust me i need your help
i'm your little girl crying at night
please mom hold me tell me it's going to be alright
i'm your lost little girl i just got
raped
i'm your little girl and he put it
on tape
i'm your little girl trying to survive
i'm your little girl hoping to stay
alive
i'm your little girl asking you to love
me
i'm your little girl and don't know whats coming
i'm your little girl tired of running
i'm your little girl scared of trusting
i'm your little girl waiting on you
i'm your little girl please just understand what i went through
i'm your little girl with a brand new start
i'm your little girl with a broken and hurt heart
poem by Leticia Starkey
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A girl...
A girl.
I met this girl with a beautiful personality, but had a lot to hide.
A girl with compassion.
A girl with sorrow hidden deep into her heart, that only a key can open it.
A girl that hasn't found her full potential, but yet knows where she wants to be and what to do with her heart.
A girl who wants to explore the world.
A girl who loves and hates.
A girl who is awake, yet she sleeps.
She's just an ordinary girl who does ordinary things.
A girl who gets mistreated because she's in a residential facility.
A girl who has no one to love her and care for her.
A girl who has to deal with teasing and bullying everyday of her life,
as long as she can remember.
She's just a girl...
And that girl is me!
poem by Shannon Monroe
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How I Want My Girl To Be
I WANT MY GIRL TO BE SHORT, BECAUSE I WANT HER TO GET HIGHER WITH ME
I WANT MY GIRL TO BE FEARLESS, SO IN THE TIMES OF BATTLE SHE CAN STAND ON HER OWN FEET
I WANT MY GIRL TO BE A LEADER, SO SHE CAN WALK SIDE TO SIDE WITH ME
I WANT MY GIRL TO BE RUTHLESS, BECAUSE NOTHING IN LIFE IS FREE
I WANT MY GIRL TO BE STRONG, BECAUSE WHEN I AM WEAK SHE BE THE ONE CARRYING ME
I WANT MY GIRL TO BE EDUCATED, BECAUSE MATERIALS CAN FADE TODAY, BUT NO ONE CAN TAKE KNOWLEDGE AWAY
I WANT MY GIRL TO BE FAITHFUL, BECAUSE LOYALTY IS PRICELESS TO ME
I WANT MY GIRL TO BE UNDERSTANDING, NOT JUDGMENTAL BECAUSE WE ALL FACE TRIALS YOU SEE
I WANT MY GIRL TO BE SEXY, NOT SO PHYSICAL I MEAN, LIL BLACK DRESS & BRAINS IS ALL YOU NEED
I WANT MY GIRL TO BE EXACTLY WANT SHE WANTS TO BE, YOU KNOW BECAUSE ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS TO ME…
That's exactly how I would love my girl be! I may not be a KING but I'll try my hardest to be!
poem by DeJota Barajas
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Who's the Girl?
Who's the girl in the mirror?
Who's the girl in the frame?
Who's the girl with the smile that has faded off her face?
Who's the girl with the tears slowly rolling off her cheeks?
Who's the girl that cared about you?
Who's the girl that gave up everything?
Who's the girl that can't smile?
Who's the girl that's in denial?
Who's the girl that hit the ground, thinking that you'd catch her now?
Who's the girl that was betrayed?
Who's the girl that's in pain?
Who's the girl in the shadows?
Who's the girl in the shade?
Who's the girl whose light can't shine?
Who's the girl that's been left behind?
Who's the girl in that world that's been left? , There's no doubt.... she's not there.
Who's the girl that was once deep inside your heart?
Who's the girl that has cried and slowly died inside her mind?
Who's the girl you've forgotten?
Who's the girl you have hurt?
Who's the girl that has left?
Who's the girl?
Who is she?
You've forgotten her....
poem by Evelyn Castillo
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Who Is This Girl I Have Met
The girl I can't talk to,
The girl I can't reach to.
The girl my heart beats for,
The girl my soul hopes for.
Who is this girl I have met,
The girl I love for,
The girl I live for.
The girl I wait for,
The girl I wish for.
Who is this girl I have met?
Her name is five letters of the alphabet,
To know them is ''LOVE''..
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The Return Of The Curlews
At Mcloughlins beach in the Spring of the year
The beautiful flute of the curlews one hear
The eastern curlews they sing as they fly
Their music echo through Gippsland's coastal sky
From the colder northlands they journey on down
Above coastal City and Village and Town
Above beaches and foreshores in September they reach
The mudflats on the foreshore of Mcloughlins beach,
In fancy i can hear them fluting today
Above the white mudflats from here far away
The wild voice of Nature is a beautiful thing
The eastern curlews how lovely they sing
Their unmistakeable song in my memory remain
And in fancy i visit South Gippsland again.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Marie (unattainable love)
When I wake up in the morning my first thought is of Marie,
She’s the girl I think of all the time, she’s the girl I want for me.
Her smile is so inviting, her eyes of full of glee,
She’s the girl I think of all the time, she’s the girl I want for me.
Because she is so beautiful, I love her tenderly,
She’s the girl I think of all the time, she’s the girl I want for me.
Though she is so far from me, so far across the sea,
She’s the girl I think of all the time, she’s the girl I want for me.
At times I raise my head in prayer, Oh Lord please hear my plea,
She’s the girl I want to be with, she’s the girl I want for me.
My heart’s in Indiana, where the rest of me should be,
With the girl I think of all the time, with the girl I want for me.
And though I’ve never met her, to my heart she has the key,
She’s the girl I think of all the time, she’s the girl I want for me.
And in my dreams she whispers that she’ll never set me free,
But she’s the girl I think of all the time, she’s the girl I want for me.
It really breaks my heart in two that my dream may never be,
With the girl I think of all the time, with the girl I want for me.
And when I close my eyes at night, my last thought is of Marie,
Of the girl I think of all the time, of the girl I want for me
poem by Stuart Rae
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