Category Archives: DESTRUCTION

“A bushranger’s life is wretched and miserable. There is a constant fear of capture and the least noise in the bush is startling. There is no peace day or night.” Matthew Brady Tasmanian bushranger, (1799 – 1826)

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Maids of The Mountains

(anonymous)

 In the wild Weddin Mountains there live two young dames

Kate O’Meally, Bet Mayhew are their pretty names;

These maids of the mountains are bonny bush belles,

They ride out on horseback, togged out like young swells.

They dressed themselves up in their brothers’ best clothes,

And looked very rakish as you may suppose,

In the joy of their hearts they chuckled with glee –

What fun if for robbers they taken should be .

Just then the policemen by day and by night,

Were seeking Frank Gardiner, the bushranger sprite;

Bold Constable Clark wore a terrible frown,

And thought how Sir Freddy by Frank was done brown.

 They sought for the ‘ranger, but of course found him not,

When suddenly Katy and Betsy they spot;

‘By Pott!’ shouted Clark, ‘that is Gardiner I see!

The wretch must be taken – come boys, follow me.’

 ‘Stand!’ shouted the bobbies in accents most dread,

‘Or else you will taste our infallible lead.’

But the maids of the mountains just laughed at poor Clark,

And galloped away to continue their lark.

 The troopers pursued them and hot was the chase,

‘Tis only in Randwick they go at such pace;

Clark captured the pair, then to show his vexation,

He lugged them both off to the Young police station.

 The maids of the mountains, the joke much enjoyed

To see their brave captors so sadly annoyed;

Next day they still smiled as they stood in the dock;

Their awful position their nerves did not shock.

 But Constable Clark did not look very jolly,

He had no excuse for such absolute folly;

He admitted the girls were just out on a spree,

And hoped that His Worship would set them both free.

 

And so the farce ended of Belles versus Blues,

Which caused no grerat harm and did much to amuse;

But the Burrangong bobbies will place in their cells,

No more maids of the mountains, the bonny bush belles.

nb. Kate O’Meally’s brother was one of Ben Halls gang members.

http://dreamsis29.tripod.com/MaidMountains.htm

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“To me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal. You see, I could conceive death, but I could not conceive betrayal.” ― Malcolm X

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Elegant Violence

Aufie Zophy

After five days of gloom 
and dark monsoon, 
sparks of colour in the sunrise
betray an enticing pause in the season

Strong winds still stand 
and sweep up white chunks of water
that jump out of the sea
in violent bouts of elegance

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/y-elegant-violence/

I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible and when I leave you will finally understand why storms are named after people.”

 

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The storm

My mind swirled
like a storm that day:
my mouth the wind,
my heart the rain.

The fire scorching in her soul,
the deluge poured and did annul.
Her ship awash on eddied seas,
the wind a breath to bring her peace.

Dark thunder broiled with bodies toil
as Thor did rend from sky to soil.
I gave the girl a quenching passion
and left a rainbow in refraction.

 David Donovan

http://www.independentaustralia.net/australia/australia-display/the-repellant-australian-poetry-scene,3868

I learned why they’re called wonder drugs – you wonder what they’ll do to you.

Harlan Miller

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“She wasn’t about to go down that road herself, which was a testament to her spiritual awakening and her commitment to sanity. It was a real blessing that she didn’t follow me, because oftentimes, people go out together and one comes back and the other doesn’t. Or both of them never do.”

― Anthony Kiedis, Scar Tissue

In your days – things like this happen to you… You get a tap, a nudge, a gentle shake, and life whispers to you, “I know you’re tired – but I don’t want you to miss this.

Mary Anne Radmacher

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“Nothing is ever truly set by fate. In one blink, everything changes. Even though it should be a clear, sunny day, the softest whisper into the wind can become a hurricane that destroys everything it touches. (Acheron)”

― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Sins of the Night

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”

― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

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Keep it simple, surrender, admit defeat, abandon all destructive forces, form new beliefs, heighten your strength of mind, be honest and open-minded, willing, faithful, and hopeful.

http://www.recoverytimes.com/terry8.html