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2012 Poetry Theme Challenges

#23 Happy Families




At this time of year there is a lot of emphasis on the family and family get-togethers. I am pretty sure the reality isn't always as wonderful as it seems in the media. Behind the scenes who is bearing the load in the kitchen, has Auntie Flo had too much sherry again or has the over-excited noise of children gone to the head. No matter how much we love them, family gatherings are stress-filled so this theme challenge is set for you to let off steam, have your rant and let it go. Most of all have fun.

Season's Blessings to you all

Jemmy
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Happy Families



Terry Clitheroe

Christmas Day BBQ
Family Dinner
Unwanted Return

Divena Collins

Christmas Gremlins

Jem Farmer

A Christmas Angst
Christmas at Grandma's

Peter Willowown

Owlets from the Age of Glory


Terry Clitheroe

Christmas Day BBQ

Ita Buttrose got Aussie of the year, bloody good oner, fair bloody dinkum. Blood oath bonzer of a sheila!

Another beer mate?
Love one thanks mate!
Is there any more beer in the Esky darl?
Anybody know the cricket scores ?

Unless it rains we'll have water rationing! Yea and look at Missus Kovelovski watering her bloody driveway, silly old bugger.

Slipslop slap the sun cream on! Looking a bit red on the scon son, better slap a bit more of this on.

Tattersalls lotto, got yer ticket yet? Yers Gorrit on my way here knew I’d be too non-compos to gerrit on the way home. Yer right there sport, hope yer missus is driving. Na mate we got a rent a driver picking us sup at leven. Fair dinkum. Bloody oath mate. Shit, what a good idea.

Racing at Flemington goranything going mate, nah mate prefer the dogs myself. Went to the trots last night Fair dinkum!! Owdidyergo. Bloody rotten mate, did mi dough. Bastard! Fur coat!

Another beer mate?
Love one thanks mate!
Is there any more beer in the Esky darl?
Anybody know the cricket scores ?

See them bloody wogs is kicking up a stink in Woomera, bastards! Fancy sewing up their kids lips. No better than those pricks who threw their kids in the sea. No bloody right to live in shitland if you ask me. Bloody mongrels anybody that would do that to a kid….. Fair bloody dinkum…….. Pricks on legs if you arsk me. Yep ship the bastards back to where they come from, bet they haven’t got a bloody air con and three meals a bloody day. Blood oath mate if they raised their voices there some prick would shoot em.
Bloody bastards'll probably breed a load of bloody lawyers. Shit yeah!! Should nuke the place.

Them bloody snags ready yet, don’t forget Rhonda wants em bloody winged.
Get yer bloody hands outta the rabbit food wait till the hot tuckers ready

Shit I'll have to knock the top off, need a snakes.
Well go behind the shed the dunny has a line of sheilas.
Fair bloody dinkum you’d think they'd learn that coffee makes you piss by now.
Yer mate heads like mice someovem.

Another beer mate?
Love one thanks mate!
Is there any more beer in the Esky darl?
Anybody know the cricket scores ?

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Family Dinner

There is no snow just heat
Winter admits defeat for now
So birds and pig and cow
Purchased with a sweaty brow today
On the 25th make its way
To families who will stay awhile
And to each other smile
Dining in a happy style and eat
Far more than what's normal
In a manner less formal this time
Family together is fine
Talking'n eating's no crime today
Everyone wants their say
It's another form of gay and normal.



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Unwanted Return

Once again winters misery has returned
And no more morning birdsongs can we hear,
And last week they called out loud and clear.
When last week promises of summer burned
Every winter's day we prayed for rain
And we cast aside our winters layers
Now once again we sit round blazing fires.
But fickle nature decided to abstain.
Until spring we were promised drought,
But with spring it has bucketed down
With several floods in all parts of town
I suppose in reality we should not shout.
Once again winters misery has returned
When last week promises of summer burned



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Divena Collins

Christmas Gremlins

Beware of the Gremlins on Christmas eve.
For mischief making is a part of their plan
They shall hide within wherever they can
For they are extremely hard to retrieve
It was they the thieves at Christmas tide
The Gremlins shall try to eat all your food
Mince pies and turkey and Christmas pud`
And blame it upon the children with pride
After they indulged upon a midnight feast
Only the truth shall outweigh all their lies
When they are soon discovered by surprise
For children are innocent to say the least
Beware of the Gremlins on Christmas eve.
For they are extremely hard to retrieve.



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Jem Farmer

A Christmas Angst

I'm sat here staring at their smiling face
I've heard their jokes so many times before,
Another slice of cake, sweet cherry wine
My heart's longing to see another place
I can't stand the same stories any more
But I hear my voice whisper 'yes, I’m fine'.
There is nothing to do to make it right,
I want to be dancing with her tonight.
Someone is singing of Amazing Grace
My mind is thinking of kissing her lips
My eyes looking on revealing no trace
Of the passion that has me in its grips
The Christmas feast has become a new race
From child to youth this teen in love now slips.



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Christmas at Grandma's - Gwawdodyn

In the tinsel trails above the stair
Her wrinkled stockings are hung with care
Glittered with stars and paper tissue snow
Fairy lights glow for the Christmas fare.

In a crystal cut glass whiskey waits
Mince pies and carrots laid on to plates
As we kids run quickly to make shift beds
Our Joy filled heads hoping he’s not late.

Parma violet kisses goodnight
Between mothball scented sheets tucked tight
We listened in the dark for old sleigh bells
The sound, we're told, is Santa in flight.



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Peter Willowdown

A Christmas Angst

Owlets from the Age of Glory,
to my claws thy tribute bring,
fieldmice, voles and caterpillar omelettes,
unidentifiable things with too many wings
- boiled or fried they're quite delicious
but best of all is freshly killed!
If I had two lips I'd smack em;
instead I needs must strike my beak with a stone
until it rattles and doth sing.

Join me in a moonlit supper,
just the seven or eight of us.
Moon Sister has made a special dessert for afters:
Mexican Jumping Frogs tied up with string.
Suck em squeeze em em , make em ping!
But please do bash their tiny brains out first
- you know its the only really honourable thing...

Sorry I have to refuse you though it pains me to do so
But you'll just have to excuse me, I really have to say 'no.'
It's just that the creepy choices scare my stomach ‘til it screams,
And living things with warts and hair are sure to give bad dreams.
Keep the caterpillars, field mice, all the voles too if you wish
I'd prefer curried meat and rice, that for me's a decent dish.
As for dessert I'll pass as well, jumping frogs don’t interest me
Thank Moon Sister and please tell her next time I’ll have her to tea.

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