Author: John D Farley

BRUNSWICK HEADS HARBOR, MOOLAY

BRUNSWICK HEADS HARBOR, SAFETY FOR FISHING VESSELS AND PRIVATE CRAFT. Brunswick Heads Harbor and Moolay.On occasion huge schools of ocean Mullet, aka; Moolay, (French), will enter the river system and linger for some days. Suddenly, as if by some call from nature, they will all move back to the Ocean. Brunswick Heads Harbor and the little video OF THE MOOLAY is one of many that I have uploaded to Youtube. Most are just passable, someone will buy me a decent camera one day then watch out. At this point in time I have had 631,000 views, lots of comments,...

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RHYMING PROSE, THINK I’M GETTING BETTER

RHYMING PROSE, GETTING BETTER AT IT. So, I had never attempted to pen a poem, recite a poem, except for the bawdy boyhood renditions, negative thoughts about poetry abounded in my paltry brain. And then a rush of motivation entered my Psyche.In my line of work we sometimes are encountered by tragic incidents, one did, my brain trembled, and so here comes more official reports and debriefs, offers of counselling together with secret mental mementos that are part of the “contract”.   Out of left field came the impetus to record my thoughts and engage in a type of...

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THE ROCKY BOARDWALK SOUTH

THE ROCKY BOARDWALK SOUTH. Sitting out on the breakwalls, watching the pounding relentless ocean, meeting all the ‘Village folk’, this has been my brain explosion. Time flies, ‘gotta get home and write some thoughts down, now what was the question? I remember, poetry, rhyming prose, write a poem about the breakwalls that’s what. With that in mind this is the dubious result; THE ROCKY BOARDWALK SOUTH. It’s not unusual; there are places where people are just drawn. Every Town, every city, every country has one. Best not be too descriptive, you will all know of your own special place,...

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A POET, MUST BE, HE CAN’T AFFORD SHOES.

A POET, GIVE ME A BREAK, COULDN’T EVEN RECITE HUMPTY DUMPTY. And so folks, just to set the mood, I have included a little ‘cogitation’. I will add more as time progresses also adding a link to my book of rhyming prose, hope you get the gist of my story.   MY AUSTRALIAN “BUSHY” POEMS.   ARAGUNNU BLOKES HAVE I STUFFED UP? HAVE I BROKEN THE SPELL?  The greater Araguunu Aboriginal tribe, The Ngarigo, the Bogan people, the original people, they are still there. Let me share with you my misty visions of that little boy above. I sincerely believe my young...

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SPELL CHECKER HERE COMES A BUDDING WRITER

Spell Checker here comes a budding writer, why do I say this…….WELL; A few years back my boys said to me;”Hey Dad what did you do before we came along”. Well now where do I start. Is there a beginning, when I begun to evaluate my life, well it was just ordinary, so anyway a book was the end result, I repeat; Just ordinary. So I wrote and thought, then I would write again, soon you will see the results. But wait you can get to see some...

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