Marco's Poetry — Live Performance
Please enjoy these offerings from Marco’s extensive repertoire. These poems were chosen for their wide appeal. Not included are many of Marco’s comedy hits and poems suitable for adults. If you would to hear them, book Marco now!
Irreverent and comical look at a family Christmas Day celebration. They try hard, eat and drink a little too much and make mistakes. Marco fits right in here. He also loves a day at the Race Track which becomes rather obvious. Not recommended for younger children.
I don’t kill any animals if I can help it, but grew up at a time when the following rule was applied, ‘The only good snake was a dead one’. My Granny, Ivy Afflick, having been brought up in deadly Taipan Country on the Atherton Table Lands, was the toughest old bird I knew. The real lesson - leave them alone!
The North Gregory Hotel Winton is a great pub, but stupid me left the doors open at the Outback Festival all night and woke up scratching. I wrote this poem for the Breakfast Show that day.
Marco served almost a decade in the Queensland Police Force, attaining the rank of Detective Senior Constable before leaving. He was a naïve country lad, and begins this performance with a brief story of how he became a copper. Marco then performs 'Pay Day' a serious true crime story/poem in memory of a murder victim Earnest Norton Barnard 87 years of age, murdered in Innisfail, North Queensland.
For my mate Dave, a great dad, amazing shearer, and after this encounter, one of the bravest men I know...
I remember seeing my Dad, an Italian migrant who worked too hard and died too young, in the back yard of our small town avenue house, one night, staring up at the stars and obviously contemplating life. There is no better place to do it than in Australia, nestled in the arms of Mother Nature and tucked under the blanket of the Southern Cross; what a wonderful place to dream. Help preserve it, and take the time to experience her spirit.
The greatest Army mankind has ever created is our legion of volunteers that appear in times of despair. This is Marco's ode to Volunteers.