To Know Real Authentic Aussie Poems By Australian Author

Real Authentic Aussie Poems By Winning Australian Author

 

To Know Real Authentic Aussie Poems By Australian Author
The Australian Outback Picture Of The Uluru Rock

 

 

Aussie Poems About The Australian People

The Author of the Aussie poems about the Australia people are written by my dear old Mum and she gave me permission to put her Aussie Poems here for all you folks to enjoy. Whilst some of her work has a humorous theme, a lot of her poetry tells of the colorful people that work and live in the cities and outback.

 

What is Australian Bush Poetry

My Mum has been writing Aussie poetry since she was a girl and comes from a small town called Leigh Creek in South Australia. She won the very prestigious Bronze Swagmen in 2009 and was Runner-Up in 2015. Val has won many competitions and has numerous Highly Recommended Awards for Australian Bush Ballads. She is the proud author of an Aussie poems book called, “Whistling Foxes.”

 

Aussie Poem 1: Remember When the Postman Called

 

Remember when the postman called; his whistle loud and shrill?

He used to bring Gran’s letters down and leave them on the sill.

He’d stop and chat if Granny came to take them from his hand,

You’d hear him yelling all the news so she would understand.

 

Remember when the milkman came and left milk near the door?

We’d hear glass bottles clinking; sometimes Mum would call for more.

Or he would fill the billy can with milk fresh from the cow;

it tasted thick and creamy, not like what we’re buying now.

 

Remember when the ice man came with solid blocks of ice?

We never locked our doors those days ’cause everyone was nice.

His horse would clip-clop house to house; he knew the road so well

and Jack would often say to us”I’m sure old Ned can spell.”

 

Work Horse with gear on to toe a milk cart.
Olden Day Workhorse.

Remember when the baker came with crusty loaves of bread?

You’ll never buy such bread today. (I’ve often heard that said).

Becuase our house was at the end of Winterbottom Street,

he’d often give us rolls and tarts. Oh! They were such a treat!

 

Remember when the grocer brought your order home for you?

He’d even give us extra spuds for Mother’s rabbit stew.

She’d always make a meal for him because he lived alone,

We kids would watch him gulp it down and finish with a groan.

 

Remember the old butcher’s shop? The blowflies buzzing around,

We’d buy a week’s supply of meat that cost us just a pound.

The health inspectors of today would shut the place on sight,

but we were weaned on Conlon’s meat and we were alright.

 

Plasticine character feeling sick.
Feeling Crook.

Remember gulping castor oil when you were feeling ill?

No matter what the symptoms were you had to take your fill.

Our Mums would fill the tablespoon and make us open wide;

we’d yell and scream and jump around till she got it inside.

 

Remember how we roamed the streets from dawn until dark?

We rode our battered bicycles or gathered in the park.

And no one ever came to harm; we had no need to fear.

Remember, friends, those wondrous days of our sweet yesteryear?

 


 

Aussie Poem 2: Brolga Dreaming

 

An Aboriginal Didgeridoo displayed on grass.
Aboriginal Didgeridoo

White folk don’t understand it, plagued by strange, compelling dreams

that take me to a strange land; rugged hills and tortured streams.

Back to Brolga Dreaming; distant land so far away;

back to the tribal dancing where ancestors stamp and sway.

 

I ask my old grandfather if he’ll tell me what he knows,

but he cannot remember in his alcoholic doze.

My parents will not tell me of their childhoods dark and grim

when taken from their gunyahs, authorized by white men’s whim.

They drink to drown their sorrows and to dull the ancient song

that calls them to their homeland; to the place where they belong.

I’ll find no peace in cities, nor in my place. I’ll roam,

for ancients of my Dreaming, all my life will call me home.

 

Aussie Poem 4: Working Out

 

I thought it time to venture out and have a taste of life;

a widow now for twenty years, I longed to be a wife,

I’d tried to fill those lonely years with charity and such,

but came the time that didn’t help – I didn’t like it much.

So I enrolled in Thommo’s Gym; I had some flab to shift;

I’d sort of lost my youthful charms – I’m sure you’ve got the drift.

 

I bought myself a lycra suit in yellow stripes and red;Gym room equipment.

I tied a black bandanna around the gray curls on my head

and off I went to exercise; I’d soon be taut and slim;

I never knew the horrors that were waiting in that gym.

Two amazons were waiting and they grabbed me by each arm;

they sat me in a steel machine – I pleaded with alarm.

The pain was so horrendous that I heard my ribcage crack;

I felt my muscles tearing, then some tendons in my back.

I’d paid five hundred dollars for three hours of sweaty bliss

each Monday, Tuesday, Friday, not an ordeal such as this.

I’d heard that desperate rate people find a last reserve of power;

a force that is prime evil when their dreams are turning sour.

 

I felt a flame surge through me as I kicked a trainer’s rear;

karate-chopped the other with a left foot to the ear.

I’d left in such a trauma I forgot to take my clothes

and looked a real banana in my yellow pantyhose.

Twas then that I decided there’d be no romance for me;

I’d settle for a brandy and some fish and chips for tea.

 

Thank you for visiting, To Know Real Authentic Aussie Poems By Australian Author.

We hoped you enjoyed these great Aussie poems and would love your comments below. I would like to thank Wikipedia, Bush Poetry, Bronze Swagman, and Catalogue.nla for references used.

 

A Billabong lake in the Australian Bush.
What Is A Billabong

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Jeff.

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10 thoughts on “To Know Real Authentic Aussie Poems By Australian Author

  1. Hey Jeff:

    Thanks for giving me a heads-up about your Mom’s poems. I especially love the “Brolga Dream” one.

    My own thought on it is that the old ways withered some, but they never really die.

    If your Aboriginal culture is anything like our kanaka maoli one, there are young ones who listen to the winds and the waves, who remember that the stones and the plants and animals whisper the real, and that the old knowledge and stories and songs wait to be resurrected again, often in new ways that speak to the heart.

    It’s all good….

    1. The Young Aboriginals learn about their traditions and the Dreaming of Elders that tell of Yesterday Years. This interaction between the Young and Old is most common in the outback areas of Australia and sadly it rarely happens in the City’s.
      Kind regards,
      Jeff.

  2. Hi Jeff,

    I love your mothers, poetry, it brought such wonderful pictures to mind. I will be back for another read later, though I must say, I have never read any poetry like the Working Out poem, how did your mum manage to bring such wonderful pictures to mind, I did giggle a lot at the idea of your mum beating up the Amazons, then running home dressed in her work out gear. A very talented lady.
    Steph

  3. How refreshing!
    Poetry of the modern Australian culture….

    I’ve been hunting for poetry on the net that isn’t archaic in nature and found it on this site…

    What a story that can be told through this art form, what a shared experience and communication….

    I’ve tried my own hand at it and noticed I needed to step out of these bounds of writing old-style, no longer relevant-type poems….

    This website has given me an idea of how it can be done otherwise…..

    Thanks for your creative work on the web!

    Cheers,
    Therese

    1. No worries Therese, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. The reason most poetry online is archaic and out of date is that the copyright on them has run out. I am really glad you found what you were looking for…
      Best regards,
      Jeff.

  4. I love poetry no matter where it comes from. In fact, my dad had shelves full of poetry books when I was a lad and I used to read a lot of it even though I didn’t understand most of it. I like the words more than pictures.

    Loved the poetry your mom wrote!
    Thanks for sharing!
    James.

    1. Thank’s James. I love to read Australian Bush Ballad poems when I’m sitting next to the river on a sunny day. Lets me forget about things for a while.
      Sunniest regards,
      Jeff.

  5. Well good on ya Aussie Jeff really enjoyed your Website. Fun, Amusing and very Informative!
    Loved the Aussie Slang, and your mom, such a creative writer, I see where you get your creativity from.

    Thank you so much for the wonderful information, as no one likes to be scammed. I now know what to look out for.

    Cheers!

    Michelle S

    1. Thank’s Michelle, glad you enjoyed your visit. Yes! We all have to be very careful online to avoid home business scams on the net. Scammers are everywhere now and unfortunately, a lot of people fall for these every day!
      Kind regards,
      Jeff.

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