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HUMAN GRACE

By Laura Davis 2014

They called my mum a murri,

A bung, a gin a black.

But one thing they could not call her,

And that was fuck'n fat.

Her fingers were not bony,

And her legs were lean but strong.

For she could walk a thousand miles,

And no thing could be wrong.

The Earth supplied my mother,

With everything she'd need.

And she returned her love for life,

By planting many seeds.

She planted for the future,

For generations time.

A transcendental garden,

That did not cost a dime.

But then along came white man,

And called us heathen cunts.

They burned our precious gardens,

And left it black with stumps.

They stripped the life from most the land,

For cattle, roads and grain.

And treated us like animals,

Without a heart or brain.

I say to you my white man,

For this you may not know.

You still have no motherland,

For love and life to grow.

You sell her off so easily

And move from place to place.

Yet every time you lose your land,

You lose your human grace.

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Wert has inspired me to share a poem or two.

Not intended to offend anyone. Just how I feel and see the world.

Scared motherfuckers!

By Laura Davis 2012

I'm so scared that I cry,

I'm so scared that I will die,

My haunted heart,hurts so much,

To buy my life is so tough. chorus

Kill me and release this pain,

My broken heart is no ones gain,

I wonder why I cry in vain,

I feel like I have gone insane.

My mother left me by a door,

She must have felt that she was poor,

Nowhere in her heart to store,

Another sleeper on the floor.

Now I need my mother back,

My motherland and I intact,

My heart can bleed into my track,

So I can have my real world back.

This white man's way is all so wrong,

They can't even sing their song,

They certainly wont right the wrong,

They say I must just move along.

I'll die if I don't know my land,

I will die at white man's hands,

They stab me every chance they get,

And then they hope that I'll forget.

I don't forget and can't go on

These motherfucker's stole my song

I'm so scared that I cry,

I'm so scared the land will die.

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Thanks for sharing :-)

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The first poem is metrical--mostly constructed of iambs. If you didn't intend this, you almost certainly have a natural aptitude for writing in meter, which is quite a natural ability to have. I will do a scansion later.

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That was very moving Woodwoman. Thanks for taking the time to post it.

It makes me think of the way Aboriginal people around the world view their place in the world and the way land has been reduced to a commodity to be traded like anything else.

Aboriginal people didn't believe the land belonged to them, they believed they belonged to the land.

I hope you get your song back.

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Nice work.

Glad to have inspired you woodwoman.

Be happy.

Wert.

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I get emotional every time I read them. Not sure what metrical or meter or scansion means but I think I know what iambs are. Next time I write a poem I will try not to be so lazy and grammatically incorrect, thanks for the hint starling. Looks like I need to be more conscious of iambs in my posts too :lol:

I have always been gifted with the ability to form words around an image or a feeling I am trying to communicate.

I am shy and often keep my feelings hidden but find that with poetry I can express myself freely In this safe outlet. I have books of poems I have written, mostly on heartbreak and hope, the odd one about a dog or a car.

I play the guitar and can make a song up on the spot, when provoked by a subject.

Thank you all for feeling with me.

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The first poem is metrical--mostly constructed of iambs. If you didn't intend this, you almost certainly have a natural aptitude for writing in meter, which is quite a natural ability to have. I will do a scansion later.

In m opinion scansion is a natural ability of a decent reader???

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must wear my glasses more often... i thought you were talking about lambs :scratchhead:

very nice (but we're not all bad). :innocent_n:

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