My Current

There is a currency
That alternates
Of electricity
And other which directly
Delivers its energy
Yet of current
Will the currency
If for money be
Normally
Never possible by declining memory
Unless for protecting Earth and her children it be
That to profit might well best need
That which we all need see
The flora and fauna of Earth’s worst nature
Playing the part of its being
The only route of our eternal [...]

Why this weblog’s name is.

ANungarrayididitdotCopas is as I wrote, A Nungarrayi (that’s a name for me and all my sisters in Warlbiri language and Kinship), didi, randomised “t”, and a dot, as in dot com but instead it is dot Copas (that’s my surname).
The story is didi really is what my Irish ex tells me to be that he names [...]

About the nature of Citzenship and its failure

  This poem I wrote recently is one I might post in the New Matilda website forum, and so I am tagging this post with a “Matilda’s” tag, especially for us Aussies, and sort of experimentally.  But whether it came from Matilda herself, found in Waltzing her to the grave, or is one you want to blame [...]

The Haneef Case For Peace in the Middle East; is it real?

Salam, and g’day, to whoever you are reading this; I am an Australian Muslim.  But I am also an Indigenous Australian, and but also, a white.  Therefore I am most often well mannered, but ill taken.
I have a few observations born in an unusual life experience from the start.  Our indigenous culture, as I became [...]

What to you an embarrassing cut, paints me as the dozy . . . but.

After the Wallabies Won 20th By Four

Scary Muslim bag lady
Wonders upon what lately
That curly haired cowboy
With Artistic professional employ
As he instructed belief
Her fashion not yet in grief
Only her own work brief
That evening he drunkenly
Confused her for having had of him
An idea they would met
For the words of a poet
Were never written to hide in a [...]

We be really peace loving, or did we said the snake!: the pond be really peacey if . . .

Bee Re- Pea- Sea 
Who is she
That lady whose chin
Was too big to begin
As at no shame therein
Of a crocodile grin
Of how many whose peace
Of oceans of grief
Has she falsified this week
And which way did we have it
That here might
Like a man tight
With Iblis tonight
Was taking me
In too many
Pieces of specific
Lost meanings because
Of broken up Dreamings
By [...]

Was it the silversmith who did it: a gold bracelet situation

Bracelet  
Did the secret begin
Way too soon for the sin
Of denying reality
Has become of those who in secrecy
Were portraying the revelation of reality
As though offering the self to a murdering
Sort of criminality
When the gold bracelet’s worth
Was stolen
And to be taken seriously
Its owner has noted
To the thief
That there seems to be a lodge of interest [...]

Priority Poetry times three

Priority
 
I think with my pen
All good will is to send
That work for socialist
Priority
To dominate our economy
 
They assumed wrongly
Of me
 
 
 
Was The Wealth of No Man
 
Did they feign
Their own belief
In Jesus
So as to corrupt
Our Islamic worth
Of belief in such
As His teaching
Is in Eternity
Without corruptibility
Or had they
Accused our Muslim Ummah
Of not believing in
Until they themselves
So fell
For of which [...]

Four poems to start a competition entry are:

 
Four poems at the start of a manuscript I will be entering into a local poetry competition, July 2007. Copyright here differs slightly from other of my work, but only in that it is straight up front in being, here in Australia, that equivalent of the Creative Commons Licensing system, with sharing enabled so long [...]

That disturbed me

Tonight I noticed
The disturbing fact
For the first time that that
I see the pornographers
Who frequent the internet
And particularly those
With the absurdly supposed
Concept that children are sexy
Have a preference in their spam
For a certain sort of a tag
And parenting is among that they prefer
A fact which is inimical
With that of my own psychological
Research in the arena of
What makes [...]