The Anointed
Reply Wed 16 Nov, 2022 10:40 pm

On the old Barcoo River, where Banjo Paterson wrote his poem "The Bush Christening," at a bush camp site, there is a tree upon which, many visitors over the years have hung their old discarded thongs. One morning while sipping my first cup of steaming hot tea, I listened to this song that the throng birds sang to me..

I heard the Thong Birds in the tree
As they sang their foot sore song to me
They'd been replaced by brand new shoes
And abandoned here by the old Barcoo.

They had served their masters, Oh so well
Now in their song I hear them tell
How their masters walked them o'er this land,
Through scorching dust and burning sand
And never once did their feet get sore,
Now hung and abandoned----They'll walk no more.

Come back! Come back! I heard them cry.
Come back once more before you die,
And sit with us by the old Barcoo
And remember the days, we walked with you.....
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Reply Thu 17 Nov, 2022 12:12 pm
Season 2, Episode 8

Tortuga’s head blew them all to hell, so
Frank’s not feeling very well.
Jane and Jesse did the deed, and Jane’s
sobriety? Girl, take heed.

The Anointed
Reply Fri 18 Nov, 2022 03:38 am
If you're gonna use this toilet mate
I think you should forget it
For though I used the odor eater
I think the odor eat it.
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Reply Fri 18 Nov, 2022 04:36 pm
Emily Baker, my YouTube attorney
describes in legalese
The de-finger-ation of John C Depp
as profanely as you please.

Her purple hair, atop her head,
her enormous coffee mug,
her tabby cat across her keys
upends that coffee jug.

At least three times she repeats each phrase
So loves the sound of her voice
She navigates each pop case
Knowing the guilty choice.

The Anointed
Reply Sat 19 Nov, 2022 01:05 am
Come----Dance with me my darling, Come----Dance this one last time
And whisper all the sweetest things, to thrill this heart of mine
Then say that you still love me even after all these years.
Weep no more my little one and wipe away those tears.

Save your tears for others, for those you’ll see no more,
But rejoice with me my dearest one, as I pass through life’s last door
For there our throne awaits me, we have won the victory
And "Death" the ruler of this world, he has--------no power over me.

Now death where is your victory, now death, where is your sting?
Rejoice with me my better half, and with the angels sing;
Then kiss me with your tender lips, and whisper your good-bye
Til we meet once more, there in our throne ------- together, "You and I."... The Anointed
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