Poem Number 193 - Self-Organised Blind Date - 31/12/1986

It t’was just a night or two ago,

I decided to call up an ex-girlfriend of the past.

And in so anxiously doing so,

I was just a wee bit saddened of her residential move.

Demanding for Lisa’s new residential details,

And with kindness and courteously, I got it!

Thinking twice before phoning the new phone number,

To hear Lisa reply with a little shock and a little anger.

And to my surprise, Lisa wasn’t there!

She had decided to stay at her parents place in Coonamble,

And she wouldn’t be returning to the flat,

Not for a month or little, so………

While a cheerful young lass kept conversationally: filling me in,

And then me, asking her little private questions to this lass,

And with laughs and cheers,

I asked Julie, whether she wanted to go out with me?

I’ve never asked some girl, I don’t know well,

To come out and have an enjoyable night.

Just a bunch of roses I will give,

No sexual desires no intimidations give her with!

Julie, however your looks are in everyone’s eyes,

My own eyes can see through this phone, in sweet pretty colors,

Shape, size and looks are not my main attraction in a girl,

It’s her talking voice and kind of personality, she shares. 

Poem Number 192 - Catherine: A Sweet Young Cousin - 6/12/1986

For Catherine with millions of smiles galore,

Is such a sweet young-minded cousin.

For I have not met all my cousins in or of France,

But for when I do, I will be keen to have more than a glance at Catherine.

As a sensible mature young lady of admirations,

Her traditional beauty is the good companionship she shares with everyone.

Her wonderful personality rises to show the kind and generous heart she was,

While comfortably laughing and enjoying family and good friendship.

With the wide range of interests and hobbies,

From tapestry-knitting, to the pleasure of horse-riding,

To reading, to bush walking (not on her own),

Catherine can bring a beautiful worldly picture, into the limelight.

Being a family girl since she was born,

To previously meeting her aunty and her cousins,

To keep on writing and talking to each one,

Until one day Catherine arrives here, to meet me.

I hope that that my vocabulary is quiet good,

I hope my character will show good.

I just really hope I don’t cry (with happiness),

When all: Catherine, Lucette and Andre arrive in Australia.

Poem Number 191 - Babies Of Parents - 16/10/1986

Today’s world would be laughed at,

If we weren’t to wear any clothes on or ‘bodies’.

There would be all sorts of different reactions,

From the complainers to the complimentary.

Babies would look after usual, to their parents,

But think of not washing any nappies or untouchable parts.

Whilst as they grow to an age of seven,

They will want to know about testicles and vaginas.

At the age of thirteen to fifteen, they want to start to experiment on sex,

Learning different ways of caressing tits and touching the other.

By the time they reach an eighteen age,

They’ll joke of the opposite sexes, untouchable frontage.

Whilst young men will for all times be peering, at all the same women,

The women would respond by going to hide.

At twenty-one, they’ll be anxious to bed a young woman,

So that a child of birth, could relive their habits.

Over thirties and forties are the times, when they don’t want experience,

All the men would want to do, is tell their young, of so………

Over fifties, don’t worry about other walking testicles and vaginas,

As at this stage, they have seen it all!!!!!!!!! 

Poem Number 190 - Silentness Combined With Reality - 14/10/1986

Stare at face you don’t know at all,

And you’ll get different reactions of each one.

Stare at faces you do not know so well,

Then it would mean ‘terrific’, for you.

To look at mouths of faces,

And see very little smiles expressing some joy,

You look around and what do you see?

Answer: down to earth, trodden down faces.

You search on the outlines of their cheekbones,

You search across to their dark hidden eyes,

You wait until they glance back at you,

Nothing on their faces will be enlightening us.

You search for positive feelings towards happiness,

And little response is your final return.

Not even one! Not one damned movement!

Just silentness combined with reality. 

Poem Number 189 - 'Goodbye To Carla' - 14/10/1986

Well, it’s been ‘Goodbye to Carla!’ for over one week,

For the six months that we had shared together,

Has given me a prolonged sense of lasting love,

At least, I can say she cheated me.

As a complete mature twenty-fiver,

I know that this breakdown was due to me, and how I felt.

That is, a feeling of not being tied down,

A feeling of being pushed, just to go out socializing on weekends.

I left her with hurt, but only just a small touch,

To be waiting upon her, hours upon hours.

With my total frustrations hitting the top, boiling point of water,

While revenge was given to her, by using her own medicine.

There is no hatred that is within myself, of her,

But there will always be remembrance of good times.

I would like her to be strong with herself,

Just like muscles flexing, in and out, by herself. 

Poem Number 188 - The 'Today' And 'Past' Friends - 13/10/1986

A true friend or a true evil-minded friend,

Is one of our prolonging constant thoughts, running inside our head.

When we look at the ‘today’ and the ‘past’ friends,

How many can we actually say are true blooded friends?

To answer this, is to think back to five or ten years ago,

And count slowly on your fingertips, the number of these ‘past’ friends.

Write them down, whether it is a hundred or one,

Include your wife, husband, parents, in-laws or partner.

Now do the same for your ‘today’ friends, carefully,

Write these down, whether it is a hundred or one.

If you’ve increased by a majority, you know that is because of growing up yourself:

You’ve changed your lifestyle and standards, leaving the real and only credit, to you!

Then again, if you’ve decreased by one or more,

You’ll have to lay your cards on the floor.

And talks to yourself, in why aren’t you satisfied.

If so, try changing your life to meet more people, so they bring happiness into your life. 

Poem Number 187 - Deserveth To Be Rewarded - 13/10/1986

A sudden softness of friendly love,

Has jus touched myself a few days a go.

Not a feeling of ultra wet unfresh kisses,

But the feeling of a feminine, caring person.

Teresa, of which we only met for a short time,

Is a woman of long-termed goals; all worked out.

A woman of completeness of direction,

A woman of which a loveable man should be with her, until eternity.

The fragrance of flowers, the touch of soft petals,

The looks of a warm climate and beautiful green country land.

The reality of a true blue woman,

Are the beautiful major qualities that ‘Theresa’ has, within all herself.

We cannot wait until we meet again,

On the first instance of remeeting, we’ll talk,

Talk in honesty. Talk of honesty.

And also the likeness, we’ll both share in.

For god said, ‘let man meet woman of the fruit,

And woman meet man of the bread.’

To mix the right fruit with the right bread,

It is up to you (as the individual), to persist and maintain God’s planned task.

For that we can only do so, by following one’s demand,

So that the pathway to the gate of heaven,

Will be open to those who choose the right path and believe in God,

“For they will reward who deserveth be rewarded’. 

Poem Number 186 - Possible Promotion - 13/10/1986

Just a day back and it felt like I was being used.

Just one flex day off and all changes are made.

With one resignation last week and two this week,

There is a great big problem occurring ahead.

To Graham, I approached in the first instance this morn,

To be told to do a job that I really don’t want to do,

Just because one young John Kennedy, they wouldn’t sack,

And that one nineteener was approached before me, for a vacant job.

After consoling my boss and my old boss,

They told me to see the “Administration Manager’.

So I did, in a calm and relaxed atmosphere,

To release what was held in my chest.

Wally had said, that graham had said, in prior,

Published on

That is they can depend on me to get the work done.

Ensuring that the proposals will be through on time,

And routinely do my duties, of day to day.

Also said, was the last chance for ‘J.F.K’ to improve,

And his decision was on a temporary basis.

For then, I felt relieved to be told of what I had been told,

Especially that ‘Wally’ will be trying to bring the department’s moral up to a high standard.

About an hour and a half later,

Graham called me to his office.

To let me know of ‘J.F.K’s’ resignation,

And have a future Section Head in weeks to come.

I did not know that, that it was coming to me,

But I can see why out of the flock I had been chosen.

So when John Lees goes away to another department,

I’ll be running the Section with constant supervision.

No jokes will be, of any nature and kind,

No mucking around, of any kind.

We must work as a complete team,

Not to grudge, but to assist each one another. 

Poem Number 185 - Sports 'Gold And Green' - 8/10/1996

This is the time when the sporting season changes over,

All the crowds that flourished over to see their winter sports.

Now the turn of summer is around the corner,

The little crowds will cheer when the right time is due.

There aren’t any sports that have just been invented.

There aren’t any sports, which aren’t taken seriously.

For it leaves the individual, to perform to a high class,

To represent the famous ‘Gold and Green’ of its own country.

The competition is not so easy………as others may stand in your way,

But when ever you take a chance on the field,

The yelling voices of the hidden crowds will outcry,

To boost you’re emotional feeling of both internally and externally.

Very few individuals survive their sport, with years of being on top,

Very few will take an injury for being hurt on the grass.

A lot will remain consistent, within their own abilities to use their skills,

And just a few will be paralyzed, or even killing themselves.

The killing sports would be: motorcar racing, bobsled racing,

Motorbike racing and other forms of heavy duty racing,

To the sports of rugby League, Union, Aussie rules, soccer, cricket,

Athletics, swimming marathons or hard endurance races.

Leaving the lighter, pleasant and enjoyable sports:

Tennis, badminton, squash, and ten pin bowling.

Swimming and diving, bicycle riding/racing, gymnastics,

To canoeing, kayaking and all sorts of rowing events.

This gives you a split up of all the cautious sports,

Yet, if you don’t believe me,

Then don’t remain as a spectator,

But be cool, calm relaxed and ‘Good sport’! 

Poem Number 184 - Resigned: Pauline - 7/10/1986

Maybe it’s best to let things of enormous decisions,

Be put aside and lay directly, on the edge of the table.

But to hear of such a beaut persons to resign,

Only my thoughts of that news, would like me to be drowned in a pool.

Pauline! Pauline! You are many of many, that have passed and gone,

You’re pay packet will rise so high in the sky,

Your home loan will be slightly easier to pay off,

Of the little time I’ve known you (as a working companion). It’s hard to believe!

You may leave with a paycheck of big interest,

But don’t think that’s the last you’ll see of us,

As we’ll keep the friendship you have shared with us,

Wrapped up, like golden ribbons, glowing through a bright new rainbow.

No tears, will you shed at your last day of work,

But the memories of different characters, will ponder you through the years,

May we just say, if what you are doing is good for you,

Don’t stop or change your mind, cause you’ll never like the workload here, at ‘Pru’. 

Poem Number 183 - Video-matic - 7/10/1986

Video-matic and self-brainwashed am I,

My first big expensive item of my own,

Since I have run out of paying unduly fees,

And boy, doesn’t that make me feel so good.

While my girlfriend screams of self-neglect,

My mind is set on extending my library cassette.

After a week or two my excitement of my new day,

Will diminish to an overlapping boredom.

There’s no excuse, not to be attached to a new object,

Of which, pleasure and leisure can be gained.

There’s no excuse to be not caring for the one that loves,

But an excuse to be left on your own shelf.

So play and record, all movies of all kinds,

But the word is, don’t use too much of your time.

For then, all your lives of nine cats, will be used up,

To be ridden of the present, you have just brought on yourself.

Poem Number 182 - Disco Kate - 1/10/1986

I’ve met a very pleasant woman of fun,
just discoing by madly footsteps in time, or no time.

There wasn’t a moment we didn’t smile,

We twisted and turned for all songs, for quite a while.

It has seemed longer than a few hours we’ve known,

But to no surprise, our feet kept on tapping.

Tapping until we both decided to leave it at rest,

Then I was over heated by the continuous dance.

Then Kate (usually called ‘disco hotfoot-woman),

Asked me to dance with Denise.

I said I would but only but only if I danced with Kate, in return,

Well, I’m still waiting for my return, not drinking a ‘fluffy-duck’!

I kissed her, just gently,

And her lipstick gleamed like silver.

I couldn’t talk to her because of another guy,

But I would have like to talk to her, closer.

I’m not a sexual guy of first night sex,

But maybe the second or more………will do for me!

Fun! Fun! Fun, is what we should all be about,

The people in this world, we should all shout out, ‘Disco Kate’!

To have a pleasant atmosphere all around,

To let me believe that she is fun,

For her to believe I am fun,

Is what I think is the concluding end.

Poem Number 181 - A Pre-selection of Preselectors - 29/9/1986

I was one of the first to arrive at ‘ The Hakoah’

Some people I spoke too backstabbed some candidates to stand.

They spoke with a fiery torch in their hands,

The audience was to decide: out of ten a good man.

To myself, the first round of speeches show all the difference,

They all outlined that to win, ‘Phillip’ needs a team of full campaign management and working.

That all discussed why they should win,

Not at all ‘why’ and ‘what’ would happen if they lose!

Not at all had good qualities to be represented,

But at least six should have been given a proud dance.

That was not to happen, everything went haywire,

The results of elimination were quite clear of the numbers.

For one ‘Dickhead’ of a candidate (the youngest of all),

Had brought out a prepared speech of not his own,

And read out in staggered sentences of which he couldn’t understand,

The laughable comments, which slipped out of his mouth.

Then when the question time commenced,

He had answered the few, by a short ‘Yes’ or ‘No’.

That he was ridiculed by himself,

And left us, our entire crowd with laughter.

This young bastard had the audacity to run,

This young hoodlum had the idea he’d win.

For his numbers had grown to ten,

And the day had arrived for him to go around, the bend.

He help eliminate, one by one; the candidates,

His end ambition had been rather surprising, to us all.

One should have 303’d him with no breath alert,

To ensure that the mockery was not made into reality.

Ray Collins was elected our new candidate for ‘Phillip’,

Ray has the suave personality to make us reach him.

To tell the community to rest assured,

That his representation to Canberra will be heard of, for sure!

Poem Number 180 - Ron Morris: My Good Old Friend Of Years - 27/9/1986

Ron Morris: a good friend whether drunk or sober,

Has been a great assistance with me for over two years.

We do not use each other within the word: friendship,

We rely on continual communication and discuss major problems.

These problems may be mostly political,

But we help each other, by words of advice.

Some people can’t stand his attitude of appearing stone drunk at functions,

But Ron is only human and can take little pain.

His nice side (of which everyone has!), ids the care of his parents,

Although around their middle seventies and eighties, both his mum and dad come first.

A staunch Carlton supporter (VFL), since younger years,

He’ll watch every game they play, until they take home ‘The Cup’,

Ron’s been supporting the ‘Liberals’ in campaigns of fifteen years,

And by true Aussie nature, the colors he’ll wear for joy.

And like me, he likes to assist in the organization of the party,

Because he’s in there, with spirit and he’ll back up the right people.

If anyone bad-mouths Ron, for any reason at all,

I tell him instantly, so he is aware.

I do not say this to him just to create a stir,

I do so, so Ron is put in the right picture. 

Poem Number 179 - Stunned Amusement Or Entertained Confusion - 27/9/1986

Only a three-hour sleep within the last couple twelve hours,

And yet, my body is forcing me to sleep it off.

While awaiting my girlfriend, finishing her Saturday work,

I sober my thoughts on the night of the last.

A grand opening of a Kings Cross disco/night club,

A grand night of requesting the vegetation of girls to the floor.

Free drinks galore to cater Lionel and myself,

An occasional joke of satisfaction and entertainment swapped between us.

The city sights from this disco/night club of ‘The Cross’,

Had the upper class touch of feeling, with warm smiles around.

The women of such stunning dress appearance,

During songs, in pairs light-footed, to a dance.

Oh, how I wish today wasn’t today, but yesterday!

With rememberable thoughts of approaching the human female,

And the swallowing of drinks going all the way down,

Adding a touch of class to the feet tapping, on the disco floor.

Knock backs after knock backs, fell flat on my face,

Acquaintances of us, all watched every move, I made.

The overall reaction left them either with stunned amusement or entertained confusion,

The end result of this ongoing persistence was three out of twenty-four to dance. 

Poem Number 178 - The Mulot Family - 24/9/1986

I thought I only had my Australian family,

My Australian family, of Mum and Dad and Anne-Marie.

But now, my mother of great courage has traveled,

To resee and relive her family of much esteem.

I was scared that my mother, wouldn’t come back,

I tried hot to shed my dreaded tears away.

But, by drop and drop: they counted the days,

Of her overjoyment of reuniting this great family.

I telephone-called from thousands of miles away,

Just because I was jealous to miss her,

But as soon as I spoke no real feelings did I hide,

Just tender loving care of words, on another’s’ countryside.

For Anne-Marie, my sister of whom I would care and die for,

I didn’t realize such great brotherly love, I share for her.

As the weeks did turn the days so fast,

I was thinking of the hurt, I caused to her in the past.

If you look back at me, this very instant day,

No money, just be loving of the greater futures, in my way.

I feel as if I should know you all ‘Mulot Family’,

But not being or seeing anyone of you here, determines it to be that way.

All I can say for a large family of integrity,

Are that and what my Aunties and uncles had suffered through WW2.

In an experience that only you’ll share,

And that’s why your children with you, will care.

For cousins who aren’t married by their beauty,

They will, by the time of 1990, be man caring.

To such a lovable man who’ll won’t rip you off,

But be home by day and by night, and all the time.

For the young cousin, who is a thinkable man of prestige,

Let me share your experience of a lifetime.

Be it what come may. We are all of the same blood,

For let us all reunite with the gate of open floods.

The ‘Mulot family’ of love and personal strength,

May the world be lingered towards your golden hands.

I am John of man-like Mulot, of such kindness,

Open your hearts and minds; come over to see us, in Australia?