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”!