Poem Number 159 - Tracey Lawrence - 26/8/1986

For a sweet young lady called, “Tracey Lawrence”,

To know a nice young ‘John Lees’,

Should mean more than special, is he to her,

To be in deep thought of, by day and by night.

Tracey at present, has worries of all sorts,

But in this day today, if you don’t you wouldn’t be human,

Too mature from teenage years to adulthood,

Is for some of us, hard at first.

For she continuously worries of leaving work,

Don’t let that worry you, for a change is usually a good reaction.

I mean, a good reaction to make you feel at ease,

To look around and block your ears, to hear peace.

How you, yourself do things is what decisions you make, at the end,

With all ironing out at the end, and you’ll be a great self-manager.

To listen and talk to a close friend,

And then coincide to change opinions to facts, is what you’ll do.

You always determine the future,

By which way you will lead it and using what materials are needed.

Most of us have ‘up and down’ futures,

But because you will decide your future, there’ll be no worries at all.

Friendship and family are the main groups, which will help you,

That is, that one doesn’t reflect the other.

But you have a large close-net family,

And a small peered-group of friends (or visa-versa).

But as children grow with separated parents,

It is extremely hard to feel more close to one, than to the other.

So you try both directly and indirectly,

To bring back that family unit, to one.

If all else fails, you let your parents be,

Be living their life, their own way,

Cause the day they call upon you for advice or need,

Being treated like an adult, you will be more than pleased.

Having many good friends makes everyone feel great,

But when you think of the ones that really care for you most,

Well then, that would limit it, to a few,

The few of which you would die for them, and them for you.

For a young lady, with a golden heart passport,

To be reached by such a ‘Prince charming john’,

Who’d sell the world, fifty-fold,

To live with you on a private paradise, on a palmed island.

From what john lee has told me,

From how John relates to you, in words,

To see that john’s love for you is a hard solid rock,

That no other man or woman can overturn, by any means.

For a young lady to comprehend my poetry;

Poetry of good sense and of highly excellently personnel.

Shows the patience of your goodwill,

And the generosity of your precious time. I am thankful!

To Tracey of love,

To Tracey of most common sense,

To Tracey the dream girl of a lifetime for john lees,

From a poet: who is silent, but his words truly show the correct feelings of everyone.

Poem Number 158 - In Sickness And In Health..... - 26/8/1986

‘In sickness and in health…’it is known to be said,

By both woman and man who decide to join hands and marry.

But now-a-days, does none care for the health of the other?

Can one still show some real love for one’s weakness?

For the man or woman, that is suffering from terminal illness,

Do you just comfort them with kisses, touch and love,

Or do you just neglect them and let them be sick?

And while doing so say, “I’ll be back in a tick!”

For any kind-hearted human of god’s creatures,

Would surely not ill-treat or not treat at all!

Their own blood-sake fellow men and women,

And leave them out to die on their own.

Help you brotherly needed fellows,

To strengthen in love, personality and prosperity,

And to attain the highest degree of quality,

With all the extra requirements of quality. 

Poem Number 157 - Peace On Your Own - 13/8/1986

How many times have you felt like a beer?

How many times did you want to puff a cigarette?
How many times do you want to make love with the same woman?

And how many times you thought deeply of self-peace?

Peace can come in many forms,

Peace can also be broken down and torn,

But for peace for amongst ourselves,

Can be treasured for more than a lifetime.

I believe in wars of any kind,

Only when I have looked at the reason why,

But I do believe in peace for individuals,

Of which, in today’s world is rare.

How can we enjoy peace in comfortable surroundings?

For this I will not answer, as only God could.

But in my own wisdom of words,

And deep sunken in these words.

First of all, you need silence all around you,

Or if any, very little at all.

It could be waiting for everyone to arrive back home,

Or down a not known beach, getting a bright suntan.

Up in the forest of mountains; listening to a waterfall,

Down in a city park, with no crowds to be seen,

Driving in your vehicle; so some unidentified place,

Not getting involved during peak hours of the rat race.

As long as your body is relaxed, to its’ full content,

And your mind is completed at rest,

Your blood circulation is running at ease,

And nothing will interrupt your entire composure.

Poem Number 156 - 'Phil' A Full Meal On His Plate - 12/8/1986

There is a young gentleman called,’ Phil’,

Whom I’d certainly would put in my will,

But to no shame, he has stacks to claim,

As he plows through the papers, on his desk.

 His neat crew-cut hair, coincides with tallness,

Looking neat and presentable everyday,

And yet, when you ask him for advice,

He’ll give you his utmost reassuring answer

With jokes aside, while you talk of bread and butter,

He will speak, asserting himself with correct point of view.

Pen to paper, paper to pen,

For Phil, who’s eager for high promotion,

His one staff (when awake0,

Works through his one work, with no mean time,

And asserts himself daily,

By continuing walking around like a “golliwog”.

By six every evening, Phil looks at his watch,

And to his belief, he has completed the day before work,

He keeps on plodding on, in his own time, till home,

Then he arrives home to a full meal on his plate! 

Poem Number 155 - My Week To Week - 12/8/1986

I just don’t know where to start to explain my week,

Maybe, if I should control the time button to recommence again.

A weekend of arguments with my sweetheart,
A Monday that started what I would call ‘ a long weekend!’

Many of us workers can stand little pressure,

But when it boils down to gaps to be filled in,

One staff on annual leave; one staff anew, two staff who will not assist (outside their jobs),

One manager away for a week, two bosses away for the last day of the week.

The three Underwriters provide me with advice,

The old boss will still advise of his knowledge,

With work getting slow behind,

Today Friday, I’ve decided I’ve had enough and leave at peace, at five.

Throw away all papers and pen!

Wipe off the aches and pains, off your feet!

Take off your working clothes and don’t worry till tomorrow,

Soak yourself in a bath and fall off to a deep sleep.

Wake up fresh in mind, with a daily potential to meet needs,

Sit, sex and relax yourself.

To think of sweet nothingness all day long,

Don’t give orders; just pretend that you’re giving them.

Now does that entirely describe to you, your work,

Is that how anyone else’s week has been?

Well, if it isn’t, put pen to paper, with yours,

Is that, has anyone’s week has been. 

Poem Number 154 - Twenty-First For John Lees - 21/8/1986

If you called this young intelligent man, “Arnold Swartzeneger”,

You’d definitely be called, ‘crazy’.

But as I am not you and so it be true,

I will call him by name: John Lees.

If there wasn’t enough ‘John’s’ in our world,

I would resign mine to change to ‘Tarzan’,

But as ‘John’s’ are the most important men,

They will meet their, ‘Jane’, in time.

With such a life ahead, in front of John,

The clear blue sky will let the sun shine.

To bring out colorful reflections of his personality,

And to obtain a job, of such responsibility.

With different classes of employees at ‘Pru’,

This is nothing so special, not even now!

In the short space of time (allowing training on the side),

The company of friendship, he will treasure not hide.

Happy twenty-first, on this day of the twenty-first,

May your ageing years approach with care,

May your future be easily packaged,

To no surprise, you’ll know what’s in store. 

Poem Number 153 - Energy Consumed - 12/8/1996

We as people, daily consume all sorts of energy,

Whether it is from within us or outside us.

We will never realize how much we do use,

Until the days you are by yourself, paying bills.

It gets to me, especially in such a big city,

That there is traffic control signals, still alight,

Running right through the twenty-four hours a day,

Advising the vehicles to “stop” or even “go” their own way.

And yet, only an hour before sunset,

The streets light are alit, so bright.

They glow to ensure drivers can see better,

But little do they know they are turned off, as soon as sunrise arises.

The concrete man-made constructions of buildings,

Leap up towards the dark not seen sky,

Some of which have patterns of lights,

Some of them will remain in dark, till peak hour crowd.

There are businesses of all kinds,

Advertising them to open a door to a new customer,

And yet, how many of us would reach such a thing,

Just as you’re driving yourself, to and from home. 

Poem Number 152 - What's In A Name? - 11/8/1986

My name means a lot to me,

My face, I cannot stand.

My chin, I cannot see,

As it is covered by growth of mainly fuzz.

My teeth, feel so disjointed,

My neck, to short to bob up,

My shoulders are never so broad,

And now I feel like a toad.

My belly seems to overgrow,

My thighs cannot make me stretch so hard and long,

And yet, my feet still keeps me standing high,

While unconsciously, I don’t know which way I’ll walk.

To me, I’m all there!

Not just bone, but Braun as well!

To me, I don’t really have a care,

What’s in a name, like mine?

Poem Number 151 - You Can't Live, What Should Be Dead - 7/8/1986

What is the most inhumane thing in this world?

And will never disappear from the sight of the earth?

Homosexuals, who will walk: hand and arses together,

Earrings in each ears, and extremely tight blue jeans.

In their relationship both sexual and emotional,

There will be one man who performs the role of a woman.

I’ve heard of homosexual couples getting married in Melbourne,

And I’ve heard of “Closet Queens” turning into different weird lifestyles.

These men will be dressing as transvestites,

These men will continue to be transsexuals,

And eventually end up as a sex-change woman,

With actions and words under-reacted by them.

They can call themselves “gay”,

They can call their political group, ‘The gay rights lobby',

But there’s no way, I would like to see ‘gays’ married,

If you’d ask me, we should throw them all, in a concentration camp.

The ropes should be swinging for them,

 By night, all right through the day

By no means, should they be getting away,

As all they do are all the beds, we never will.

As the men-to-men relationship, aren’t the only queer ones around,

We have the woman-to-woman relationship,

Of which, they all should not be served equal justice,

Which will at the end, stop these woman burning their bras.

Don’t give them food! Let them starve!

Whether there would be a friend, family, of same race or color.

Or even the most mentally important human, you know,

You can’t live, what should be dead! 

Poem Number 150 - The Living Dead - 4/8/1986

The day I arose from bed and peered through my fogged window,

Yes, it had been raining for quite a while, this morn.

As the ‘Poms’ would say, “coming down like cats and dogs,

To freshen and soften the garden beds of lovers.”

To keep in, the people that wanted to go out,

Driving away for a daily outing of a fun holiday

Keeping out the spectators, that would’ve watched any sport live,

And stop the amount of surfers wanting to surf all day.

It makes the street cleaners so happy,

For it makes it so much easier,

To continue with their job after drying,

While keeping inside and eating a good old Aussie pie.

The streets flow with overflowing gutters of rain,

As the vehicles push themselves, with splashes on either side,

Then skid after skid will end up in accident after accident,

Some; resulting in minors, while the major ones, list the dead.

Hungry, dry crops have just required this fresh on spurt of rain,

To end up as the normal outstanding crops of food we do eat.

The sheep and the cattle will not enjoy standing out in the rain,

But when a few days are gone and they can graze, on the new grass.

For us, we don’t have to perform any sort of rain dance,

To let the above clouds drop their rain on us,

It is like other things created by God,

God for the living and God for the dead. 

Poem Number 149 - Bringing Into Birth - 4/8/1986

So joyful to see a littler of pups,

And witness the end result of such pain.

To share such a great life, emerge in our world,

To think and imitate, the happiness of the little ones.

To be brought into new life,

A new life that will eventually be shared,

By the other families that will buy for a good price,

That will ensure and confirm that (no illtreatedness will be done!).

For now they can only feel around,

And pounce round to find a comfortable, restful spot.

They yet cannot see and won’t be able to see,

Even in three days of the eyes, widening apart.

Only within a week, to a week and a half,

Will the seven little ones, see their mother.

Their mother, who won’t let them out of her sight,

Their mother, who suffered from darkness to light.

Mother’s nature is full of surprises!

Mother’s nature is timid and feminine!

Mother’s nature is such wonderful memory of happiness,

When it comes to all sorts of animals, bring in to birth.

Poem Number 148 - My True Future Wife - 2/8/1986

Well, after a week we can see,

That we are both “still in tact”,

And that sensuous glamour of our relationship,

Is and always will be oh, so true and nice!

Maybe, this had meant to be,

To feel so relaxed with my lady of my life.

And to be accommodated with drinks, food and music,

With no outside pressures interfering, in one’s mind.

Me, with my so called, “Tuxedo” of my own,

My lady, with their stunning black silvery dress of shine.

And our marvelous future lying in front,

Making constant decisions between both of us.

Machine of my mind working so hard,

On the complete destiny of our lives.

Making real outcome, into progress of life,

With my true future wife and me.

Soft, tender sweetness surrounding us,

With the right touch, dim light atmosphere.

Shee4ts of love, everlasting love,

Turning us into the true adults, we are.