Gumbaingirr Woman
(The Sea And The Rock Gives Us A Feed)
80.000 years or more a heart has beaten inside this land
Its spirits guided its people and its stories guided their hand
Generation upon generation the stories had been told
But its journey was interrupted by the “Kings” search for gold
Its people lost their dreamtime in this ‘uninhabited’ place
What happened to their sanctuary was long the “Kings” disgrace
Divided by the church to save them from their ‘dismal’ fate
Assuming they needed saving and that the church was great
We all know the history of what happened through the tears
The pain and the suffering of the last two hundred years
The dry seasons over now, the wet season has just begun
It will sweep the land clean and the black fella will bask once again in the sun
The flowers will grow higher; the creatures will all come back
Walkabout will start once more along a brand new charted track
A different type of phoenix has now proudly begun to rise
A new story will unfold through the modern black fella eyes
The traditional way of life has sadly been long gone
The connection to the red earth has always remained just as strong
Many things can be taken away and a people hammered down
But they never lost their connection to this, their sacred ground
The way of the aboriginal is to look for the good in everyone
To live life to the fullest even when money you have none
Your heart is worth more than any of the white man ways
You can live without materialism and still enjoy the days
I envy the proud inhabitants of this great sunburnt land
I feel no right to walk the upon this, their dirt, where I stand
My heart knows no stories from where it is that I have come
Aboriginal people have a mob to connect with, myself I have none.
Jeffrey Goudy 21/12/08 Poetry in paradise 1028534
(The Sea And The Rock Gives Us A Feed)
80.000 years or more a heart has beaten inside this land
Its spirits guided its people and its stories guided their hand
Generation upon generation the stories had been told
But its journey was interrupted by the “Kings” search for gold
Its people lost their dreamtime in this ‘uninhabited’ place
What happened to their sanctuary was long the “Kings” disgrace
Divided by the church to save them from their ‘dismal’ fate
Assuming they needed saving and that the church was great
We all know the history of what happened through the tears
The pain and the suffering of the last two hundred years
The dry seasons over now, the wet season has just begun
It will sweep the land clean and the black fella will bask once again in the sun
The flowers will grow higher; the creatures will all come back
Walkabout will start once more along a brand new charted track
A different type of phoenix has now proudly begun to rise
A new story will unfold through the modern black fella eyes
The traditional way of life has sadly been long gone
The connection to the red earth has always remained just as strong
Many things can be taken away and a people hammered down
But they never lost their connection to this, their sacred ground
The way of the aboriginal is to look for the good in everyone
To live life to the fullest even when money you have none
Your heart is worth more than any of the white man ways
You can live without materialism and still enjoy the days
I envy the proud inhabitants of this great sunburnt land
I feel no right to walk the upon this, their dirt, where I stand
My heart knows no stories from where it is that I have come
Aboriginal people have a mob to connect with, myself I have none.
Jeffrey Goudy 21/12/08 Poetry in paradise 1028534
SIX HUNDRED MILES
Six hundred miles and its still in the back of my head
The specialist said I was lucky and that I really should be dead
You see I swung the axe up pretty high ready to slam it down
But the bloody head went flying off and I just stood there like a clown
My wife was in the kitchen when she saw it flyin and thought “hey what was that’???
So she came out side to look and ponder
The specialist said I was lucky and that I really should be dead
You see I swung the axe up pretty high ready to slam it down
But the bloody head went flying off and I just stood there like a clown
My wife was in the kitchen when she saw it flyin and thought “hey what was that’???
So she came out side to look and ponder
twas then she found me lying flat
The head had found a target and was imbedded inside of mine
My wife was not surprised when she rang 000 and got
The head had found a target and was imbedded inside of mine
My wife was not surprised when she rang 000 and got
“what’s he done this time”
The ambo’s got their quickly, they came equipped with camera in hand
He said maybe this will win funniest home video
The ambo’s got their quickly, they came equipped with camera in hand
He said maybe this will win funniest home video
and I’ll win meself a brand new van
It wasn’t really bleeding and they said I had such luck
Just little bit deeper and I would really be stuck
At the hospital they were waiting seven folders on their tray
The doctor said I’ve really topped it,
It wasn’t really bleeding and they said I had such luck
Just little bit deeper and I would really be stuck
At the hospital they were waiting seven folders on their tray
The doctor said I’ve really topped it,
this is the best by the longest way
Its beats the fingers in the mower and ripper stripper in the eye
It beats run down by own trailer or poisoned by a pie
It beats the bottle thru the palm and being shot in the leg
It beats being set on fire or run over by a keg
It beats oysters thru the toe or the fish hook in the jaw
It beats the motorcycle crashes when out running the law
So now I sit alone in Sydney
after flying 600 miles from home
While my wife jokes back there with the family
about the biggest cluts they’ve ever known.
Copyright Jeffrey Goudy 18/10/08
Poetry in Paradise 1028534
Its beats the fingers in the mower and ripper stripper in the eye
It beats run down by own trailer or poisoned by a pie
It beats the bottle thru the palm and being shot in the leg
It beats being set on fire or run over by a keg
It beats oysters thru the toe or the fish hook in the jaw
It beats the motorcycle crashes when out running the law
So now I sit alone in Sydney
after flying 600 miles from home
While my wife jokes back there with the family
about the biggest cluts they’ve ever known.
Copyright Jeffrey Goudy 18/10/08
Poetry in Paradise 1028534
YOUR HONOUR PLEASE
Your honour please the drunkard said
I didn’t see her on the mattress
I thought I was in my bed
I didn’t think much when she argued
As she had argued much before
Then when we rolled onto the carpet
It reminded me of when I was young
We used to frolic in the lounge room
Oh your honour the things we done
When she hit me I thought she liked it
As she has hit me once or more
Like when I pass out on the top Sir
Or in mid-flight I begin to snore
Well you see your honour
When the drink has hit me hard
And I’m not thinking all that good
That’s when I lose me concentration
And the shouldn’t becomes a should
In hindsight you honour
When I picked me self up off the grass
And then I entered via the backdoor
I should have noticed it was made of glass
Then when entering from the wrong side
I turned left instead of right
And if I had of turned on the light Sir
It would have been a different night
I’ve punished me self over and over
I felt sick and near to death
What I did last night your honour
I don’t deserve to have drawn a breath
In my defence your honour
As on the bible I have swore
If you let me out of here today Sir
I’m off the bottle that’s for sure
The human conscious is relentless
I have a life of hell in store
Then could be no pain inflicted greater
Than to know you mistook your Mother-in Law
Copyright Jeffrey Goudy 16/09/08
Poetry in Paradise 1028534
I didn’t see her on the mattress
I thought I was in my bed
I didn’t think much when she argued
As she had argued much before
Then when we rolled onto the carpet
It reminded me of when I was young
We used to frolic in the lounge room
Oh your honour the things we done
When she hit me I thought she liked it
As she has hit me once or more
Like when I pass out on the top Sir
Or in mid-flight I begin to snore
Well you see your honour
When the drink has hit me hard
And I’m not thinking all that good
That’s when I lose me concentration
And the shouldn’t becomes a should
In hindsight you honour
When I picked me self up off the grass
And then I entered via the backdoor
I should have noticed it was made of glass
Then when entering from the wrong side
I turned left instead of right
And if I had of turned on the light Sir
It would have been a different night
I’ve punished me self over and over
I felt sick and near to death
What I did last night your honour
I don’t deserve to have drawn a breath
In my defence your honour
As on the bible I have swore
If you let me out of here today Sir
I’m off the bottle that’s for sure
The human conscious is relentless
I have a life of hell in store
Then could be no pain inflicted greater
Than to know you mistook your Mother-in Law
Copyright Jeffrey Goudy 16/09/08
Poetry in Paradise 1028534
