Poem Number 33 - Binding Love - 29/12/1983

The last couple of days,

I have been acting so strange.

I have felt jealous and pity,

And somewhere in-between that range.

Is it that I am not so mature?

As what I feel I should be?

As, “ Boy you are younger”.

This has been told to me.

My love for her, is a love that’s binding,

And Michelle wants to love and live with me, as well.

We have no definite intentions of separating ourselves, from each other,

Nor do we think of ourselves, just as lovers.

I might not listen too carefully, to the words that are told,

But now, I listen with ears open so wide.

I might have broken some new times of importance, to us,

As I pick up the remainders and look up, towards the stars.

Poem Number 32 - Test After Tests - 29/12/1983

Noises of the corridor, I awake,

The clacking of the tea lady’s trolley,

Footsteps are heard from the medical staff,

Pacing up and down. The hours are getting close.

It’s the operation that will make me frown.

                                                                       

My husband thinks, he knows how I feel, today,

Little does he know, that this one’s a major one. 

Test after tests, they seem to work around the clock,

Makes me think of all those bloody shocks

Mother is there, just to make sure I’m O.K.,

Husband is working all during the day,

Afternoon arrives, as I want my husband here,
Every moment is precious, as I stare at the door…

Poem Number 31 - Happier Are The Days..... - 29/12/1983

A woman is afraid of her man she weds,

Especially when the marriage is near.

But, if she is strong within herself,

Her man will be endowed to her, until infinity.

She enfires his life,

And then, she will forhow,

As she dreads the thoughts of monophobia,

When he is not with her, at times.

He shows courage, in all the things he does.

He makes decisions without conversing.

She accepts him, as he is,

As she knows that it’ll take time for improvement.

Happier are the days of both hearts, being content,

They’ll argue no more, for their own display.

Yet, the ball is always in the mans court,

To serve the righteous, for her return.

Poem Number 30 - Family Christmas - 20/12/1983

Christmas is a time for all the family,

Gifts are given to the family, all around.

Times of rejoice and happiness are remembered,

As Christmas, is in the month of December.

Pretty collared Christmas wrappings,

Are tied up, with bows on the presents.

There are all sorts of boxes: large and small,

And on them decorated: red and white ribbons.

The decorated Christmas tree, lightens up the room,

We are all going to open the presents, real soon.

While wrapping the scattered paper, on the floor,

Smiles all around and no one says<”that doesn’t matter”.

As each gift is explained to everyone; one by one,

All parents enjoy, while the children have fun.

Christmas is not yet over, after all that,

The family has their Christmas lunch or dinner, which is a great feast.

 

 

Poem Number 29 - Advice - 16/12/1983

I go for too much advice,

Yet, I never think twice,

As the trouble I make,

Is “thrice”.

Poem Number 28 - Consequences: All In One - 16/12/1983

It was early one morn,

I woke up one dawn,

And I couldn’t find my misses,

Suddenly, I remembered she was in hospital.

Oh! The prayers I had prayed, the night before,

It was like God, knocking on the front door.

As the thoughts of her operation, floated in my head,

And I’ll see her in the arvo, crook-looking in bed.

Little did I know, what had been done,

So I went right out of my own way, and ignored her mum,

What I surprised to know, what I had done?

I know, I wasn’t. And I was ashamed at once.

Stupid! Stupid! Poor old me!

I didn’t seem to listen to anyone at all.

I hope no one dislikes me, for what I had done,

As I realized the consequences: all in one.

To my fiancé, I do apologize,

For making you angry.

It’s not what you need,

Even the same for me, to see you cry.

I know I said, “I’ll never do it again! Before,

I will change,

To suit you better,

And start from the beginning, again.

Poem Number 27 - Accidental Killing - 24/11/1983

Echo’s are in the mind, of the days of battle,

Men who are strong, with their guns they rattle.

Changing the colour of the soil, to red,

Imagining all the motionless bodies, just lying there “dead”>

It doesn’t matter, what sort of leader you are,

You would push your armed services to war, at any day.

You! Who controls the armed services, will not physically fight,

As all the rest of the real soldiers, will not make it back home, tonight.

Poem Number 26 - Thankyou (Mother-in-law) - 22/11/1983

Something’s bothering my mind, tonight,

Everything seems to be better, for me.

As you listen to the clock, ticking in my heart,

Pounding stronger and stronger, forever and ever.

“Thank-you Mother-in-law, for all the kind words, you have said to me.”

I know that you will always know,

How I feel at any time.

Advice, laughter and criticism, is what I need from you,

“Thank you Mother-in-law,” for all.

Then again, my real mother doesn’t understand,

She doesn’t really like the way; I’m living my life.

She’s prayed and prayed, in all her days of recent,

For me, not to marry 'Michelle', at all.

One day, she’ll wake up and then realize,

The harm she has done to Michelle and my own life.

Then there will be, nothing left for her to be happy,

As of course, she has done all the damage by now.

Poem Number 25 - Roses - 21/11/1983

In summer, the roses seem to die,

As the wind blows the sand away from the heart.

What makes time change and also the weather?

Like the farmer whose getting up, from early dawn to sow.

In winter, the roses stay deep red, a little longer,

As the dew from the morning, is ever kept.

Maybe, it’s the best time of the year for the rose to last,

But the stem reaches out so tall, as tall as a yacht mask.

Poem Number 24 - Hearts Of Love - 16/11/1983

The deep blue sea,

I can see in your eyes.

As the sun shines brightly, over your head,

And then, the sun is reflecting onto me.

I don’t like to see you unhappy, in anyway at all,

As I see the smiles on your faces, run away.

The splendour and the glory of our hearts of love,

As we’re really feeling happier, than all the clouds above.

I know that we’ve remembered all our cheerful times,

What we have shared, in our lives so far.

We both have the courage and the strength, to endure,

We are also young and also a loot more mature.

The days are gone, when we knew where we went wrong,

As the days are shedding, the darkness makes the light stronger.

Poem Number 23 - I'm Going Out - 16/11/1983

Lights turned on in the shadows of the dark,

Numbers of animals, running from Noah’s Arc.

Softly, the southerly blows on the windowpane,

My God there’s nobody else at home!

And for that, I don’t know for whom is to blame.

As waiting, the front door opens so fast,

I seem to worry as the time passes by

To whom or to where, do I search for my lovely girl?

I can hardly do, anything at this stage.

I jump to a sound of a ringing telephone,

As I Listen to the words that tell me, “ I’m going out!”

Quietly, awaiting for the woman, that I love,

Coming home and then, nothing do I hear.

I know, she has friends atat work,

Who talk and drink with her, everyday,

As I am her number one, 

Doesn't it (what she does) make me feel so swell!

A tap on the door and I assumed that it is her,

But as it turns out, it’s not her at all.

It is somebody else, trying to find out whether she is well,.

Now, I am starting to feel a little uneasy….

The cat wanders around, to see what’s anew,

Feel her I do, but she tells me more of what she needs.

The new duckling we have, is making a few quacks,

And also I am wondering, when she is coming back?

I finally receive another telephone call,

To tell me, to meet her down the local pub.

Thinking, how could I tell her?

That her mother was expecting us for dinner.

As I knew how tonight would’ve ended up,

A drinking night, for her.

But I felt our need was, for us to be at her mother’s house,

For we had not been there for a while work,

Who talk and drink with her, everyday,

As I am her number one,

Poem Number 22 - Weddings At The Scout Hall - 12/11/1983

Have you heard about our wedding plans, at all?

Do you think that we will include for young and for all?

We have definitely made our decision,

For a very good, well known reason,

“The Wedding will be at the First North Bondi Scout hall”.

When the Wedding bells start ringing,

Both man and woman will be singing.
Come to the gathering,

All our friends and relatives!

The pageboy and the flower girls,

The bridesmaids all dressed up in nice gowns,

They are all waiting to hear the music band,

And to see the future of ours, from strength to strength expand.

Poem Number 21 - Men Of The Future - 12/11/1983

The colder goes the winter,

The warmer the summer comes.

We are the children of the present,

And the parents of the future.

As our elders seem more wiser,

They aren’t definitely old timers,

As they open their ears, to hear us,

Their breathing slows them down.

It’s within themselves, to advise us,

In what to do, with our lives,

So we can live our lives,

Leaving them all the time….

That we can look at each other,

And be certain that we can live, a smother life.

For does a man, practice to criticize,

To a woman he loves? And she wants to survive.

Men of all nations, don’t you realize?

That a man’s love to a woman is a love of life.

Poem Number 20 - Bondi Bush Basher's - 9/11/1983

We are the Bush basher’s

The best you’ve ever seen.

The Bondi bush basher’s,

From first North Bondi Team.

When we go out hiking, we always find the right track,

Then we meet our Scout Leader,

And suddenly lose our tracks.

The patrols we have, are the Kookaburra’s,

Watch out you mighty dingoes

Cause, when the when ever we run,

We never lose our breath.

Our Troop Leaders are the eldest,

In our bush Basher’s Team,

Our P.L’s show some courage,

When only, they want to be mean.

Poem Number 19 - Music - 2/11/1983

Every day of my life,

The music seems to play,

Whether the volume is on low or high,

It always seems to cheer me up, even all night.

Poem Number 18 - Dream Of The Wilds - 2/11/1983

Trouble within humans, are mostly caused by,

Continuous friction between two or more people.

They cause the outer world some deep red concern,

While the whispers are realized, on a temporary basis,

Like the wind, blowing across the top of mountain ranges.

A volcanic eruption then co-insides,

While our minds are in a dream of wilds.

The pressure of verbal disagreance, seems to appear,

While the humour and laughter’s, all disappear.

The questions raised in each of their hands,

And the ones who started all this and to who to blame?

Most people’s predictions are right, but all are at fault,

It takes time for the cooling-off process to commence,

As it makes us all think, to see one cry,

Doesn’t matter who’s at fault, but how we feel ashamed.

Damned the world wars!

They bury our past.

We are both individuals,

Who of which, helps each other’s feelings,

With all kinds of decisions made.

We are the grownups and boy we certainly know that!

Now is the time, to do what’s best for us,

To think of our future family,

And happiness for the rest of our lives!

We do our parents a great deal,

But they must accept the way we decide to live.

If either parents want to help us,

We, of course wouldn’t say, “No”!

But, if we would like to do a lot of things by ourselves,

We would definitely appreciate, some little privacy.

Don’t take this wrong!

As we do not wish to criticize,

The moment we have any news, of any kind,

We would gladly share the news of any kind.

Poem Number 17 - Panicked! - 2/11/1983

Everything seems to happen to us, both in one go,

I really feel guilty about our first big blue,

My lady, she left me when I was pissed and sick,

Not knowing what to do, I panicked!

I felt jealous about her ringing up “David”,

It took me more than a few drinks, to calm me down,

And she deliberately wouldn’t tell me. Who was she ringing?

But when I use the phone to ring up someone,

She would always like to find out, to whom I was speaking too!

I know, I shouldn’t be jealous, if it really can’t be true!

It’s like myself, trying to do the same to her.

As my love for Michelle, is on of concern,

I would never act the same way, towards Michelle, at all.

Poem Number 16 - My First Big Blue - 2/11/1983

As my mind was so confused,

On the first night of my big blue.

My heart was pounding: faster and faster.

Why did Michelle annoy me with all those telephone calls?

Why did she hurt me and say that those guys were her boyfriends?

Is it bad for me to get angry?

When she rings up her old boyfriends?
Would it be right for me to do the same to her?

Yes. It would definitely be bad for me to do that.

She, did not realize how bad I felt that night,

But, I know that she felt so unhappy and sad.

I pleaded guilty, as I had quite a few drinks,

As well as the drinks she consumed.

The woman that I love and I thought was so swell!

According to other people, who care about me,

Is it the reason that I am so immature?

For the first time, to me,

I drank like I was drinking straight water.

I could not find any words to say, at the time.

It’s like, if I rang one of my ex-girlfriends;

That is something I would not do,

As I know, I’d be doing something wrong.

I am a man, who is still trying to grow up and learn,

To be more of a man, can that be a big task?

Can’t I find the openings, of my own can?

Breaking out, with precious feelings, just to be opened at one end.

I know which hand I should take things in,

As I’m not such a person, who would like to hurt anyone.

I’m growing tenderly feelings of love, every day,

As both of us feel, the same about each other.

There never seems to be a wonder or question, in mind,

When She is not feeling very well.

I seem to feel the same as well,

I try my best, to comfort her and make her happy.

Poem Number 15 - The Time Of Forgiving And Forgetting - 1/11/1983

I have a song in my heart,

That I would like to share with you,

It makes me feel like,

I’ve got tiny new hairs, growing on top of my head.

As I give my heart.

To my dear, sweet love,

It will always be you,

And knowing that your heart beats and never stops,

As I will always take care of and be around you.

This will be the beauty of our love.

The time of forgiving and forgetting is right now!

Remembering the good fortunes,

And the time we’ve already had together.

May it glow in the fields of green pastures,

Cause when we’re together,

Our feelings are so strong,

And we’ll always both know that.

Like a raindrop, falling on a freshly painted window sill,

And another raindrop, joining up with the first one,

Life is not like a raindrop,

But the strength of it is like the two raindrops, linking together.

Like an author who will not write,

Until he or she, thinks out the words, so clearly,

Like a conductor of an orchestra,

Who doesn’t start playing the music, until all are tuned.

Like a person whom admits,

That he or she is wrong.

Nothing else is better in the world,

Than two lovers, “on their own”!

Poem Number 14 - My Dear Love - 23/10/1983

My Dear Love,

            Can you help me, to grow?

            And be more of a man, than I am now?

            I, at times have tried to cry,

            And let my tears out.

            But now, I cannot cry.

            So I thank you so much,

            For that little bit of help.

                                                            Lots and lots               

                                                            And lots and lots

                                                            And lots of love

                                                            XxxxxxJohnxxxxxxx

Poem Number 13 - Outdoor Bush - 23/10/1983

As I hear, the wind from the outdoors,

I listen to the nice sounds of the bush.

And then I turn on the TV, radio and video,

Listening to the voice that records the day’s events.

While I awake, a new day is beginning,                                            

To reveal the history of the day, before,

I then turn to see my darling wife, asleep,

She doesn’t know the news of the day.

Sadness seems to be, the depression on the “News headline”,

Songs are being sung, like two lovers rowing down a flowing stream.

Then, you watch the heroes of the academic world,

Leaders are they all, fighting their battle with thunder and lightening.

Poem Number 12 - Move Out To The West - 23/10/1983

Coming home from work,

Finding furniture we both earn, not there!

Someone had been right through the place,

And they damned well, didn’t seem to care.

Missing important items, which were needed,

As I reported this robbery to the police,                                      

And asking our neighbours, all around the place,

They said, “They didn’t hear a sound in this vicinity.”

The dogs were not barking,

As they usually do, to strangers.

And the windows in the bedroom, seemed to have been, a little bit open,

Things like that really scare me and make me so frightened!

But, from that, I know what we’ll do in the near future,

Leave this flat we’re living in, and move out to the west.

As this would make us feel a lot better.

Whether moving, will be sooner or later!

Poem Number 11 - Down Pouring Rain - 21/10/1983

”. I don’t believe, that some parents of today,

Never know how or why their children steal.

As every crime they do, is to fill-up their own time.

As they find that life is harder for them,

To survive in our human-built cities, every single day.

Everyday of my life, I hear the bad news, of the recent past,

All the crimes caused by both men and woman.

To listen to drunken men, trying to talk to me on the train,

Looking at the overflow rivers,

Which is caused by down pouring rain.                                 

As the children of today,

Do not know, what life for them will be?

Not many parents seem to talk or listen to children, at all.

All they seem to know is when they should shout at them.

Listen, to the one who speaks out loud!

Listen, to the right one now!

I am your children and the father, of my children,

And certainly a proper father, I will be!

Ail say to you my dear friends,

“The truth is: not to mistreat your own children”.

 

Poem number 10 - Shaking Out My Past - 21/10/1983

Yellow is the glow, of the sun,

Which portrays the beauty of a person, I know.

We both do come from different backgrounds,

As I have lived a life, for many years in a shelter,

But my true love “her”, has uncovered all of that.    

My eyes open, as my ears listen more,

As my mother grieves and always interferes.

We have been with the rich an also with the poor,

And her mother is a mother I would always like to have.

As I grab my hand and shake out my past,

With her life, my life just feels so fast.

I used to feels unhappy myself, at some nights,

But tonight, has really turned on my only light.

A friend from her work it was (according to her),

She needed a female friend. So they became!

I know and understand, what friendship means to Michelle,

As Michelle is what a true good friend should be.

Today I opened up, myself,

Letting her know how I felt.

I firstly didn’t tell her….

It took me time to tell.

But from now on, I will only say to her,

How I feel about anything, that’ll ever worry me,

This is because; I love her too much,

To say, “YES” to her, at every single time.

I know that we’d both be happy,

If she was found, pregnant by me.

Certainly, I wouldn’t be too positive,

Until all her tests, prove so positive.

If she can bear, this child of ours,

Even though, if it is, later in the future,

This would make our feelings and dreams,

Of each other, become a lot more true nature.

Poem Number 9 - Young Couples - 13/10/1983

If you weren’t married to the one, you love?

And your relationship is going very well,

Like an innocent young couple,

Getting to know each other, for the first time, is well.

Do you think this is wrong?

For two compatible people, living together?                            

Husband and wife, its such a smooth life,

No real hassles or biffs, between each other at all.

As when we’re together, the warmth is within us,

As we both know so very well.

And all our friends care so much for us,

To see us getting married, as 'husband and Wife'.

Then there’s my mother,

Who thinks she understands,

That our love is a true love,

That’ll always extend.

And my so-called, “Father,”

Who seems to cause more trouble with my mother,

As it doesn’t seem to help,

The relationship between Michelle and me.

We’ve just spent some more money on ourselves,

Buying things together, bringing us further happiness.

Taking away the strings that is attached to my mother,

And finally enjoying, the result of our expenses.

We went away, one long weekend ago,

Away from our troubles and problems, of everyday

I made Michelle cry,

On the night we stayed away,

I know and I will always keep from her,

The reason for letting her cry.

When it hurts, to hear one’s past,

To talk about the future,

You talk about more confusion,

And remembering, how we both got together.

As we found, that in life, there is a lot more worth living,

In this small world of ours.

Poem Number 8 - Mamma Berry, Happy Birthday! - 13/10/1983

This is a poem for “Mamma Berry!”

Who always, seems to be so very merry.

Everyone she knows, she gives them a little smile,

Especially, on the day of her birthday.

                                                                                                                 

Mamma Berry, is a mummy’s mum,

She loves her children, when they are so placid.

And she never seems to have a single moment, to herself,

All because she thinks about is all her family, first.

Making sure, there are hardly any quarrels, at home,

Keeping an eye or two, on her lovely husband, “Bill”.

One arm on the sewing machine, a leg in the kitchen,

Finding any tiny space, for any uninvited guests, to live in.

If there’s a decision for 'mamma of the year?'

If there’s a decision for the 'Nobel Peace Prize?'

Would it be gratification, if 'Mamma Berrry' could win them all?

Wouldn’t it just be one great big surprise?

Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday!

You’re a little more older and wiser.

Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday!

We all love you! “

Poem Number 7 - Queens? Questions? - 9/10/1983

Do you always have to work?                                                               

Are you the breadwinner of the family?

Maybe, you should think about this, very seriously?

Questions? Questions? Why do we have to ask at all?

Answers. Answers. Do we have an answer at all?

Is life so important, that you don’t seem to see your wife, that often?

Is it possible, to explain that, you are such an understanding person?

Do you really treat your wife so righteously?
Do you think that you are so silly?

Yet, you love your wife, so much more than ever?

That your hearts are opened to, one another.

Poem Number 6 - True Love Of Life - 20/9/1983

Keeping our lives, so busy,

Keeping us living, from day-to-day,

We are the adults of the world, today,

As we wait to hear, the bells ring,

And the voices of our children sing.

Many thoughts are in our minds,

As we stand up, side by side.

Our love, is a true love of life,

An ever-lasting life, husband and wife.

As both of us know, how our children will grow up,

Even our parents feel the same,

With our own family’s problems,

We know, we really care,

As it wouldn’t be life,

If problems, were so rare!                                                                    

Our joyous hearts, our cheerful voices,

And the happiness that surrounds us, all the time.

From the first time, we had met,

We have learnt a lot, since the both of us.

Fell in love, at once!”

Poem Number 5 - Possible? - 19/9/1983

Is it possible to share, the company?

Of someone, so nice and pleasant,     

As the closeness and fidelity, is all the same.

The love, which the sun to a person creates a suntan.

Poem Number 4 - Stars Of The Future - 2/9/1983

We’d only met, just a short while ago.

As we had not realized that we’d end up, “So happy as can be!”
As the weeks, they past so past,

The months are drawn near.

The sharing of items,

Is a loving share?                                                                                               

As the rest of our friends and relatives say,                                             

“We’d both make a great pair”.

Songs of the rainbow are in our hearts,

For we are in love and we know it is a great art.

Singing together, colours our worlds,

So we live our lives, discovering more about ourselves.

Time is important, to us every single day,

Keeping us so busy, day-to-day.

As we treasure each other’s feelings, deep in our hearts,

We share the great love, which is within our hearts.

As I am younger, She just a little more older,

Age has no bearing with me at all.

We both think together,

For the future of our lives.

Parents, have we both,

Who are always so concerned.

But we love them for their worries,

And for always being there, when needed.

Stars of the future,

Brightens our lives,

For we found each other,

Like to quiet rolling of the tides.

Children do we like,

Forgetting all human strikes.

For everyone we know,

Would like to know our plans of future days.

Poem Number 3 - Operation - 20/8/1983

Darkness covers the mind,

As the dreaded thoughts are discovered,

Of the operation theatre, as it draws nearer.

Happier is she, who knows,

Those are all so concerned.

Her so called “Boyfriend”, over-reacts,        

And is anxious to hear the first results.

Suddenly, a nice call from her mother,

And all his worries are over.

He waits to rush and leave from work,                                                

Just to see her, straight away.

He sees her! He talks to her!

But due to her throat being so sore,

She is able to speak to him.

Words are written to enable communication.

He feels love, all around him,

While he notices, 'pink and red roses',

All around him.

Poem Number 2 - Understand This And Me! - 1/7/1983

Am I so affectionate, that I don’t realize,

What I am doing, to the person that I love?

Is it the woman that I love?

Can she put up with me? And change me, to a man I should be?

Am I jealous enough, that I don’t like it?

When she gets angry and upset with me?

Am I whom I am?

Life does mean a lot to me,

I like life so much, in caring for other people.

I am at present, so happy with my own little life,

That I have found hardly any problems getting back to my friends.

A close personal relationship, with someone so special,

I have in my past life, found hard to find.

A special person, who tells me that, “ I’ am silly”,

To leave my old friends, earlier this year,

To somebody,                                                                                              

Who was really using me.

I, who hasn’t been through a lot in life,

But for what I have been through,

This was something in my life,

I haven’t really learnt.

Sometimes, I do things without even asking.

So now, I ask people for their own opinion,

As to what I should or should not be doing,

I hope everyone understands this and me!