Poem Number 76 - All Wrong - 28/6//1984

Gees! It was fine to be my own lawyer,

To say freely, anything about her,

To legally get back all my belongings, together,

To speak to a court official, appointed arbitrator.

May this, small court know the truth,

And when her body is present, using her influential sweet voice.

She tried to tell side stories,

Which did not get her going any way.

She can try as hard as she can,

To give ”Bullshit” evidence.

But my questioning was straight forward,

Like I had just hammered a nail on the board.

My confidence did not show nervousness,

Right throughout the whole procedure.

But my case was just over half prepared,

I think, she was shocked to hear, what I had to say!

Waiting outside in a car, was her new (prey) fiancé,

Who did not walk out and had nothing to say.

Michelle wanted to find out from me (the same as before),

As why I have left her, just like a hat dropping on the floor.

But I kept my mouth shut,

As I knew, what she was up to.

But what I found out from her,

Makes me glad, that I left her at all.

She told me: she had two children,

And never before mentioned that to me!

Now, for a woman to keep that from a man,

That is totally wrong, for one to do!

Poem Number 75 - Encouragement Points - 20/6/1984

No nervous, I had presumed,

As I wait for the arbitration,

My own legal courthouse,

To mentally bite a piece fromher arse.

I will fight for what I live:

All that is mine will hopefully end up mine.

Let the world of my recent life,

To watch the end of the war (with my past so-called wife).

Fairness is not what I am after,

As she; the queen of unfairness,

Has always mistreated me,

Including everything (except my body), in her nest.

The little good, she had,

Was definitely lost with my friends,

She had made in the east,

They have since left her, for dead.

She may have gained a few points,

But they were not encouragement points,

For her, to say that she had a hard life,

What about the generation of parents, before us?

For her sexual habits had been always fulfilled,

For the only good word she ‘d always recognize was, “Screwed!”

You had to stay with her,

Until she was quite pleased and was finished with you. 

Poem Number 74 - Liberals - 19/6/1984

Should we subject ourselves, to a government in power?

Could they stop the wars, the cold and the rest of the weather?

With a choice of socialism or individual prosperities,

There is only one to choose and I’d leave that to your own capability.

Indirect taxes introduced by socialist governments,

Lead to unrest in communities and higher inflated rates.

“May those who aren’t employed, be employed”.

These are always to be said of men, of the two-headed.

Brining the employers down to the employees,

Let all have more legal 'Sickies',

Institutions and new government departments,

Be programmed to do new work.

Decrease our popular dole bludgers,

Make them work and they’ll be whingers.

May we tax private bank accounts of individuals,

And death duties, on top of every will!

May we legalize legislation, that hasn’t been passed before?

For example, the homosexuals: all they want is more!

May we squeeze what we can get from the rich and give it to the poor?

So that, when inflation is looked at, it skyrockets high!

Let those gun shooters aim their gun at us,

And we don’t see to make any fuss,

Whereas new community centers rise up,

Who pays the taxes? All of us.

May the government infiltrate all companies?

And suspend all inconsiderable union strikes.

Due to inappropriate regulations and laws,

Our society could end up being a socialist government.

Poem Number 73 - Squeezed Of Money - 19/6/1984

There is one extra thing than anything else,

That is to find out that, you are somebody else.

A year or so ago, you were lead by a dog,

Now you are feeling on top of the world.

The hurt you caused to outsiders,

Made you realize that they are not victims,

But a lot more closer friends,

Then you’ve very had before.

You have been squeezed of money,

You have been made unfinancial.

But you live and strive,

To fight for what you originally fought for.

It is not hard for you to induce,

And to be sucked in: by the opposite sex.

But of course, if you are strong and secure,

That sort of situation would put you to the test.

Let’s hope you don’t commit yourself,

To anyone else,

Or you would be definitely,

Be left by yourself, on the shelf.

May time take over from indecision,

Until you have such an excellent vision.

You consider the affect on other humans,

The way you approach and deal with them.

You are very fortunate, to stand on your own two feet,

To prejudge everything, towards our outward look, on life.

Seeing and realizing that not everything is not what it seems,

Like an awakening sun, and it’s rays.

Stand up so tall, even if you are small,

There’s nothing to stop the way you think.

You are the pace bowler,

The way you think can make all of us jump.

Poem Number 72 - What Day? - 7/6/1984

If yesterday’s tomorrow was Thursday,

Then what is the day after tomorrow’s, yesterday?

Poem Number 71 - Carol, Still So Young - 5/6/1987

A dearest person I know for quite a long time,

Always bright and thoughtful, with consideration.

Carol, still so young with a lively heart, ever breathing,

To her, everyone she knows is part of her living.

Sometimes, I regret having arguments with her,

But this brings out the best of survivors.

Apology is my return to Carol, if pressured by others,

As that’ll wipe off any hurt, of those worries.

Suggestive to her, I always agree but never listen,

As Carol to me, seems to know about any man’s reaction.

You can’t tell carol is a stupid woman,

As young as she is, she really shows her brilliance.

At times, since I’ve known her, she is somewhat mixed up,

Not knowing which result and direction, she’ll take.

It’s funny, as to me we are just good friends,

Even if one of us leaves work, our friendship will never end.

I do feel like a male chauvinist-pig,

If I win any fights, between us,

But at least, I’ll eventually think twice,

To keep us in our peace and paradise.

If any-a-time Carol needs me,

To listen or talk too quite freely,

I will immediately stop everything,

Lend a hand, ear or anything.

God, carol loves the life she’s living,

Do not harm for any part of her life,

As I can understand her, when she decides to be a wife,

Not wanting to bring in this world, a little child.

Poem Number 69 - Cold Air Around - 2/6/1984

Loneliness does not make anyone, really bad,

Nor does it make me feel any bad.

Sometimes, you don’t have anyone to talk too,

It is best then, to go for a long walk.

With my head down, cold air around,

A one-way to only one direction, I am bound.

Darkness and nothing ness, from all sides,

Listening to the water that determines the tides.

I’m almost halfway to letting myself loose,

But at twenty-three, I’ll have nothing to show for myself,

I’m just grateful for being alive and well,

For what I have been through, is just like taking a great big fall

Poem Number 70 - Leanne I know, Thomas I Don't - 2/6/1984

This poem I am writing is to a special person,

A woman, a friend, who will always listen.

Everyday I do my best, to make her laugh,

As a result, I get more than a grin from her mouth.

Leanne I know, her husband “Thomas”, I don’t,

I do hope that, they keep up with their religion,

Knitting her way to beautiful clothes,

House working hard, by her kitchen stove.

Timetable organized for daily chores,

To Leanne, there is nothing that bores,

They’re saving up money,

To live their lives, so happily.

Bearded Tom, caring for his wife,

Seldom getting into strife,

As he is a true-blue Hungarian,

Turned into a great “Australian”!

My dear prayers to both, Leanne and Tom,

I would like to get to know both of them.

Seeing that their dream future is near,

Coming up soon, in the next couple of years.