Poem Number 239 - Belief Or Disbelief - 31/12/1987

A cheerful drinking session it was to celebrate,

Standing under decorations of Christmas remembrance,

It was the day our Lord Jesus Christ was born,

From a virgin mother of God, Mary and her husband Joseph.

Yet to commemorate this special day,

Is one half-day stop work?

To ‘guts down’ all the food laid in front of us,

To guzzle down the entire alcoholic drinks, all cold in ice.

And whilst this was to be, jokes or serious conversations was in store,

Many of which were singularly attack each young man and woman in the office,

But to one man to whom I hold this famous esteem,

My value of him dropped like a tone of bricks dropping from a hundred-story building.

When our Administration Manager came down to give us good wishes,

There he was with ‘coke’ in his hand, covering up his mouth,

Ears pierced and mouth open, he put his two cents worth,

By an interrupting statement, of which I’ll never forget.

The Administration Manager stated that this would be his first Christmas for me,

As a true and happy ‘God-willing man’,

Then this ‘Coke man’ said something like,

‘We’re all taking bets, to see how long my marriage will last!’

So whether you believe it as a joke,

O r you believe it as being serious,

At this time, I believe it as the truth,

But to now, I’ve have kept my mouth shut.

I’ll one day say what I want to say,

To let some hair go off my chest,

But till now, nothing is needed to be said.

Just wait for the right moment, to give a yell! 

Poem Number 238 - Christmas Cheers - 24/12/1987

How drowsed am I after a few Christmas cheers,

To be toasting and celebrating to a feast of a home.

Now married, with no children in view of the near future,

There is a completely different that accompanies me.

No means of destroying the things that has to be done,

As they will be the traditional happenings of each day and of each year.

To be ‘the happy’ as the family wants you to be,

To feel the ‘electric emotion’ of unbeaten happiness.

Yet, as the morning after comes to dawn,

The bubbly cheers and laughter come from loud to unseen,

The moonlight that lasted as long as an hour or so,

Was disappearing like the sun being tanned to an icy cold snow

.

No voices of neighbours could be heard from the unborn outside the sun,

The stubbornness of myself let out steams of cry,

For thousands of reasons of ‘I don’t know why’,

But most of all, of importance was my wife had fun.

Poem Number 237 - Card Sending - 17/12/1987

A simple decision to decide which persons you send a card,

Do you send your wishes to someone you haven’t met in a long time?

Do you send to people, who you have known for a long time,

For the answers are of importance, to yourself.

Think of it this way: every thoughtful card you send,

May bring some happiness to the person that receives your card,

But for every person that doesn’t receive one,

They may not communicate to you for a while or forever.

So be thoughtful around Christmas and New Year’s time,

Cards are to be sent to everyone that you have to send too.

I mean, if you send one and don’t have a return of one,

You will not feel sorry of yourself, as you have done more than your duty.

Poem Number 236 - Staff Retrenched - 17/12/1987

Since the discrimination act has been introduced,

For a long time, nothing or anything had been heard,

Now a day you must watch out to what you say to anyone,

As even a true good friend of yours could take you to court.

This incident that has happened to one young office worker,

Started off as nothing but as a joke of a rumour.

For another office worker who had just a year ago,

Who admitted that he had sexual contact with another male officer worker.

For this young office worker, to whom it was told too,

Made sure that this would remain in his mind forever,

For the rude bastard he is to speak to anyone else.

When we found out that the other male officer worker,

Had a girlfriend at the same office,

He took her to task, called her an, ‘Aids carrier’!

Now this is the story, for which I have been told,

The story of which grown to be old and bold,

And there are no real witnesses to be of his defence,

For she took this matter to the company: with three main witnesses to back her up.

These people are too young to be fighting amongst themselves,

To be backstabbing each other from the front to the back.

This will go to an outside court, to be heard by a judge,

And I hope that whatever decision is made, that the judge tells them not to play childish games.

Poem Number 235 - A Womans's Breast - 15/12/1987

An intriguing thing a man finds of a woman physically,

It’s the way a woman shows off her breasts, in public.

For her, it amazes he, that of the two sexes of mankind,

She is only one that develops two breasts, on her chest.

For this reason, some men choose their woman with this method,

The wolf-whistle when specific woman wears tight clothes,

To show the rest of the world how stunning and sexy she is,

By letting her protruding breasts be seen by every man!

Some men ponder of how at that very instant,

They would unclothe her to bare skin,

So that they would fondle her breasts with their small hands,

And eventually devour them in a deep sexual encounter.

But to women who just don’t believe that men fall in love with them, because of the size of their breasts,

They consider that if a man so loves them so nicely,

It would be of many mental and physical reasons,

Of which neither one would be first. They’d both be equal.

It is hard for me to see in this world,

Al women to develop their breasts to a large extent,

But it is not hard for me to unblindly see,

That her love to her special man: grows everyday, warm and contently.

Poem Number 234 - A Smooth Road - 14/12/1987

It’s been over a week since my one and only marriage,

My one and only marriage to a wonderful woman: Nirmala.

Such an evening it was for me before the night and during the ceremony,

To be joining my hands (of truthful life) to such an adoring truthful wife.

We felt love spread within us, from the first time we met,

We felt honesty, genuine, trust and total fulfilment of each other straight away.

Yet, till this day, we both cannot believe what has been done, in such short time,

To be going out together to know where we both sleep together.

I had two dear friends of mine tell me not to rush the marriage,

They begged and begged me to cancel the wedding date,

But my heart had been set on Nirmala: I just didn’t want to lose her,

Already post-phoned the wedding date a week for my benefit.

Such had been so carefully planned to ensure a smooth road,

The marriage celebrant was a call for our little expense,

The venue to be a backyard garden of her elder sister’s place,

Whilst the food and the drinks were to be catered for by her family.

But there were weeks of searching for an abode to call, ‘Home’,

I wanted to live in the eastern suburbs close to –ex-home,

Yet, after searching for the cheapest in price and décor,

Our last resort was in the southern part of Sydney, lovely ‘Cronulla’.

So in love it was to find a place,

There was plenty of preparation to be done,

To find matching curtains for the bedroom and kitchen,

To purchase some furniture so comfortable to live in.

To purchase the food and drinks to eat and drink,

To pay the bold and rent to officially live in,

To connect the electricity so that power can be used,

To connect a telephone line, so that direct conversation can be made.

To be given a new fridge. Lounge suite and all sorts of towels,

To purchase a suite for myself so that it would match her ’Sari’,

To not cause or create headaches while deciding so,

Just feel so content whilst making these important decisions.

And that is how a married couple should be, in our strange society!

Poem Number 233 - My Cousin Olivier Et Laurence - 10/12/1987

To arrive in a strange country of known,

To meet a family you haven’t met before,

Leaves such an excited feeling before arrival; to Australia,

For my funny cousin Olivier and his girlfriend Laurence.

It must have made it worse to learn of his cousin’s marriage,

To a special bride of beauty and excellence,

And within three days attend this lovely marriage,

Whilst providing a gift that took time to hand make.

For both cousins, I feel so pleased they make it along,

To be and feel part of such a newly extended family.

For Olivier who is a fun cousin who speaks very little good English,

And to Laurence who does not understand when I speak too fast.

My cousins of far away country of France,

My pronunciation of ‘Voici’ instead of ‘Tu” in French,

Our communication of English to French and to French to English translations,

Finally, everyone understands what one person is saying.

Such an experience it has been to finally meet ‘Olivier’,

Who in the past has mocked on the phone and letters,

Of me smoking with many cigarettes smoking out of my mouth,

Drawings of ‘Jean-Francois’ bearded with goatees and moustaches.

‘Ne pleur pas. Souri en peut!’

For my promise to you on my one and only wedding night,

That I want you to remember till the rest of your life,

Is that not only myself but also my new wife will be going to see everyone in France.

Poem Number 232 - Such Beauty - 5/12/1987

Wonderful it is to be married to one of beauty,

A woman who loves to love me, for evermore,

Our special moment of total unity of man and woman,

Combines the holy binds on marriage into one.

The sun that glows and then shines on our eastern front,

Whilst the stars and darkness turn night into the west,

This is the love, trust and undivided understanding,

That will keep us together, for the rest of our lives.

Nothing or no one will break our joined hearts,

Nothing or no one will keep us apart,

Every time we both share,

Will be shared in complete happiness.

Every spare moment that we have,

Is a one and only moment of love.

Time is plentiful in loving and carefulness,

The splendour and gracefulness of love making mankind.

Such beauty and a different pleasure is all about,

The atmosphere of being married to the one you really love,

In a tremendous feeling not to be alone for life long,

And to make decisions to ensure nothing goes wrong.

Poem Number 231 - Last Single Man - 23/11/1987

How I feel so, so warm to be the last single man,

It is so pleasant to not be so free and to so love.

Such a sight, such strength, such manly thinking to do from now,

It is the only chance to prove to myself that I can decide for two.

It is only days away before I agree to love,

Days on end to adore with graceful kisses.

A kind of day where two people of different sexes,

Decide to bond them to a knot of continual love.

A bond that never ever has any loose ends,

A bond of forever tightness towards: each other.

Yes! A bond of fruitful scenes forever told,

For a lifetimes memory of ever old.

The golden rings of two peoples love bind altogether,

The orchestration of friends and family that blend together,

The fruitfulness of both physical and mental, we both share,

The fruitfulness of love, that is unleashed from one’s heart.

Gone are the times where another does not affect the decision of one,

Past are the times when you have has fun by yourself,

Greed and jealousy will have to be forgone,

Like the echoes of a recently hit instrument: ‘The Gong”!

Poem Number 230 - Stock Market Crash - 11/11/1987

Investors who have spent more than half their wages in shares,

Have suddenly seen recently a downfall in such values.

This is a heartbreaking event for large investors,

But if they’re really so smart – they shouldn’t sell at all.

The stock market crash if so left alone,

Is just on paper until it reaches its high.

So don’t fret or worry that much now,

Cause when there is a downfall there is an upsurge!

Poem Number 229 - The Sun To Darkness - 10/11/1987

With the sun cooling the air, from the heat,

The wind blows right across my startled face,

To witness the turning on of the bright city lights,

To see such a magnificent red glow of the sun disappearing.

To watch the standing commuters await for their own bus to arrive,

Whilst no one says anything to anyone as no one knows him or her all.

Speechless looks of no interest are indivualy shared,

As I think of a way to approach anybody for any word of discussion.

Then, I talk like a dumbly, feeling stupid outside,

Whilst my happiness in emotions are being felt inside.

I wonder whether to make other people happy is to make me laugh first,

Or is it better to make the last laugh, before everybody else.

And here it is dark, not to be found a spark from the sun,

You can see the people rush to get their buses,

You can feel just a fresh very light wind, rush across the street,

While I’m left standing there in a stupor of amazement. 

Poem Number 228 - Soundless Rewards - 10/11/1987

As the clock of years strikes my seven years of working time,

The remembrance of jobs completed with high distinction is in my vision.

Whether it is seven years of good or bad luck,

This is something to me, which is not clear.

For it is for work we have to do, even if we don’t like it,

And just to perform to your standard of high quality,

To receive your just deserts, your thankful reward,

And these to spend to save on the cash you have on your hand.

But for seven years, for seven nice years,

I now feel as old as the furniture in the office.

At times I felt I do too much in a days work,

But this makes up, when little is done next day.

Not one word! Not a simple thank you is mentioned!

Anyone who is anyone that is decent, would have said,

But soundless rewards for years and years of service,

Not even a meaningful handshake to give myself importance of today.

Shame and disgust I can see in front of my eyes,

Hurtful feelings I have, mixed in my own heart.

That’s all right, maybe I expect too much from everyone,

Maybe I want more than I ask for, being greedy,

But not for the sake of being respected: for being myself

Poem Number 227 - Melbourne Cup Fever - 3/11/1987

Melbourne Cup Fever is not such an illness,

It is a historic and family approach to excitement and entertainment,

Continuously enjoying the markets of different horses weighs,

Taking off to the winners and losers of races gone past.

A new winner is won in every race that is held,

A new loser is lost in every race that is held,

And a mare or a stallion is born to be bred,

Bred amongst us all, to nothing other but win.

Is there a chance in life to succeed amongst the best,

Or are we taken upon the true reality of whose best.

Maybe as we race each other just amongst ourselves,

We race against justice, peace and the everlasting life of us.

So be it may, that we endeavour in so peacefulness,

So be it may, that we carry on the job of non-war,

But be it ever so truthful that to survive is to win,

To make us look happier than the bloke in the thin jockey suit.

Are we weight properly amongst ourselves, in true prosperity?

As the wealth and fortune stabilize the society we live in.

Glorious are the days hen victory is so present,

Glorious will the day be, when we all enter heaven.

Poem Number 226 - Life Goes On... - 2/11/1987

For us, we live our lives in unplanned succession,

We speak to others every while or so,

To give and take enjoyment of others,

While we recognize their existence, in our society.

Much of this daily, weekly, monthly or annual visitation,

Releases an atmospheric condition of comfort and total relaxation.

Yet, we cannot all speak to everyone in one instance,

We have to plan the amount of time and volume required,

As to what’s being said to put everyone at ease,

And to put ideas into today’s world of reality.

Death to us doesn’t mean much to us,

Unless we personally suffer directly from friends and or relatives!

And when it does, it happens in an instance of schock,

Yet after a few weeks of time passes by, life goes on...

Life goes on until the next news of tragedy comes about,

There is no first warning, just the last: which is death.

Death is of all kinds: massacres, killing, suicide,

Homicide, accidents and of course all of a sudden death.

Everyone treats death as unhappy part of life,

And so it is!

Everyone knows that they ‘themselves’ are the lucky ones still alive,

And so they are!

Life after death goes on…

Poem Number 225 - Sun Burnt Feeling - 2/11/1987

There are times I feel like (jokingly) killing myself,

There are times I feel like listening to my conscience,

And of course times I haven’t heard from anyone else,

Which leaves me to say, ‘What a fool I am, at times’.

Taking my girl to Bondi Beach just to sun bake and have a little dip,

Well, I could have stayed all day, just staring at bare boobs,

Of which, sometimes were planted in front of your face,

But of course, I enjoyed the warm soaking sun on my back.

After hours of no suntan lotion splashed on my body,

My pains of intensive heat started to cause that sun burnt feeling,

I arrived home, with no sweat to bear,

But plenty of moans and groans, as I lay bare.

Silly me, I’ve learnt my lesson,

Silly me, the results are being shown,

Silly me will never do that again,

For Christ’s sake, I don’t want pain! 

Poem Number 224 - Another Application - 30/10/1987

This bureaucracy of departments within ‘Aust’,

Is to the finer point, so legalistic,

To enquire for permanent employment,

On behalf of my future wife, who holds a holiday visa.

They tell me that legally she can’t be employed,

Until she receives an ‘O.K’, from the Immigration Department,

Whilst I am speaking to an officer of the Department of Commonwealth Employment Service,

So I make my excited call to this office.

And to my great surprise, there was more problems arising,

Since we are both getting married on December fifth.

On the seventh day, we lodge the application for permanent residence,

With another application called, ‘Application for Permanent Engagement Employment’.

Now, if you just submit both forms together and leave it with the ’Public Services’,

It may take another month before they agree to the ‘employment one’.

But if you are smart enough, you arrive there at nine in the morn,

Explain your circumstances and request for ‘Quick Assessment’.

This, if the request is accepted will be ‘O.K’d’ straight away,

Then my wife could legally start employment, straight away.

So that we both have incomes to build on in our life,

And live a life of a proper husband and wife. 

Poem Number 223 - Time To Come - 29/10/1987

Isn’t it wonderful to start a new family?

To decide in stars, how you will live with the woman in your life?

Each day presenting problems to solve, of which affect your family,

The problems of keeping to a unique plan for your everlasting life.

A new beginning, starts today with no end to the night,

The early morning shines after a short spray of showers,

To show the magic colors of the rainbow with the pot of gold,

For it is the rainbow, that leads the pathway to your lives.

Where there is an ending, there is found good fortune,

And for most living people of good Christian faith,

Their good fortune takes years and years of inner search,

With love of God’s family and all the families you know of.

There’s harmony of music in the soundless air,

But when you finally reach the end, the good fortune will be written there,

Satisfaction you will feel, if you so be deserve so,

Otherwise God will shake his head to say, ‘No’.

To have extend a family of a woman in my life,

To enjoy calling all of my in-laws, ‘Hello’,

To be thinking of children of the children we birth,

Is to be secure, important, sensible and positive of time to come.

Poem Number 222 - The Leader Of The Family - 28/10/1987

Decision making for another person I care for,

Is something that I haven’t had the chance to do before,

In some ways it makes you feel a little bit important,

But to be asked to do small jobs that end up with the decision feeling so good.

As a man of the future, marriage to the woman I dearly love,

I feel proud. I feel like the man I should have been years ago.

My pride is of my fiancé, who is perfect for me,

She pleases me to my hearts delight and stretches my daily smile.

To enquire of canceling her flight away,

To enquire of her important future employment,

To organize employment interviews, home dinner and togetherness sleep,

Is to pre-act the role of a true husband to mind.

How lovely it is to make the final assessment,

How unusual it is for me to make the important decision.

Does it mean that with my believe that a man is dominant,

When a man and a woman are in a deep relationship?

 I know that saying that, will cause the feminists to wonder,

They may think I’m a male chauvinistic bastard,

Let them think of whatever enters their mind,

For centuries, the man has always been ‘The leader of his family’.

Poem Number 221 - The Human Cycle - 25/10/1987

We are all born to live and eventually die,

But yet, there is a life, everlasting life,

After this death on this human earth,

This is the human cycle that is made of its worth.

Poem Number 220 - Women-Men - 23/10/1987

A marriage to a sweet young genuine woman,

A woman of such beautifullness, offspring’s of tender love,

A woman who respects a man, for the person he is,

As long as he looks after with proper sense of mankind to her.

No displeasing actions of hatred or anger,

No feelings of jealousy, or any sign of unhappiness.

Just mature adult reactions of good-natured people,

To soften the hearts and minds of one’s such loved.

Men are not considered to be, the most softhearted of the sexes,

And the ones that are to the extreme soft-heart, in styles of life,

Are considered the female of a homosexual relationship,

Of which society disregards their performance of life.

Women are considered not to be the stronger in strength of the sexes,

Yet the woman who are so strong, in their styles of life,

Are considered to be the male, of a homosexual relationship,

Of which society ignores their performance of life. 

Poem Number 219 - Fire, Land, Air And Water - 23/10/1987

My day of glory of everlasting happiness,

Is such a time of joy and smiles.

To my true hearts future, there is a bright light a shining,

A shining with glows of a startling rainbow stream.

The water, land, air are being sensed about,

The fire that burns the land, to bring new bush,

The air that helps the fire burns or stops the fires movements,

The water that puts out the fire and with air helps mother’s nature grow on land.

To be the fire, I am not,

To be the land I feel touched,

To be the air, I may be,

But to be the water, I will be.

This day of finalizing our marriage arrangements,

This day of warm, friendly and unforgettable forth comings,

Is a day of remembrance for my sweet fiancé and me,

To be proud of being together, with such love and tender care.

I am so proud to have met and to have loved,

I feel so happy to be loved and for me to love.

Yes! For the first time in my life, I will be joining my hand’s wife, a beautiful life,

A wife who cares, a wife whom loves and a wife who completely understands. 

Poem Number 218 - Marriage Of Future - 23/10/1987

To this date, marriage has not meant more to others,

Than just two people signing a legal document of ‘life binding’.

People seem to marry divorce and again marry & divorce,

Yet so many first marriages seem to represent false images of two people’s love.

Marriage is such an important step and decision in ones adult life,

That we even hear of marriages of conveniences.

Who knows if they couple that sign this document a both?

Are genuinely interested to share the rest of their lives together.

And yet, dramatically once living together under the same roof,

There seems to be a change in lifestyle for the individual.

Not realizing that for a continuous happy marriage,

Joint plans of every nature must be to both’s delight.

So correct decisions must be made on behalf of two not just one,

And on the way to the futures success, there should be a little fun.

Communication of all sorts must be attended too,

So that doesn’t get his or her wires crossed.

My marriage of future will be one of thoughtful thinking,

With my wife I will talk and listen for anything of importance.

Whilst plans of long term goals are passed by us,

I will always have fun, laughter and happiness with my gracious wife. 

Poem Number 217 - Fruitful Love - 21/10/1987

Sleepless night I had of last, leaving me with two hours of rest,

With Nirmala, I was entangled between the bed linen sheets.

Thousands of kisses were exchanged throughout the night,

Our passion for love was expressed in real action of desires.

The warmth of her skin had touched me like an alarming sweet sound of music,

And her lips of soft abounded flesh, meeting me half way for a gentle kiss.

We awoke up a few times to comfort ourselves to sensible talk,

But like no time was passing away, we had rested all night long.

Like two lonely people living on earth forever more,

With not one other living soul, not even the poor:

No one to disturb us, no one else to talk too.

Just us two: you and me, having a snooze.

I kept my mind on the fruitful love that was brought upon us,

The love, a million of love could not be matched to Nirmala’s love.

Like a solid castle of love and understanding,

With the outside guards fighting to save the ‘King’ and ‘Queen”.

Poem Number 216 - Face Of Smiles - 20/10/1987

Smiles galore, was the message of last Sunday,

Where it was my first outing with my decided girl of future.

We had kept our hopes on it being such a warm and adventurous day,

And I think God must have made the day for us, and not for anyone else.

Being so excited in this such memorable day (in my diary),

I woke up with such anticipation, eager to start the day on time.

Writing down my lively plans of the kind of marriage, we’d like,

I felt like, to push the train, closer to my point of arrival.

Before I could knock on the front door, of her sister’s house,

There she was in such beauty of a woman, with power of flowers.

Her hair all combed to suit one’s own delight,

Her dress that flourished with soft green flowers, also with a touch of with ray of light.

Her lips creamed with red lipsticks of deep fresh strawberry,

As I sneak-looked upon her charmful face of smiles,

From the moment we were dropped to the train station,

Our hands wouldn’t separate, the love we shared.

We talked of our future, we asked questions of our future,

We walked so slowly, to join our lips together,

Showing each other the care, love and affection,

That we will share for the entire rest of our married lives.

Our hearts came so close to throbbing on time,

As she touched me with such tenderness and care of a kind lady,

And I kept stopping from talk, to a passionate kiss

Yet, neither one of us were embarrassed of being publicly known.

At times I kept thinking of the living life we will be living,

To be satisfying each other’s, by most of the methods of all mankind.

As I feel so warm and happy, deep down inside me,

The doors of locked dams open out to be seen.

Leaving a smooth air of security, for a long time I haven’t had,

With dreams and thoughts are bound in realistic love,

To chosen and to be chosen, is a gift from almighty God,

But be wise, careful and to be true selectively on your partner is a dream of your life.

For a woman to agree to what is aid by a man,

For a woman to listen so carefully, to what is being said,

To keep the peace, whilst minds and bodies are set at ease,

T’is the proud ness of a strong and very good relationship between any people.

The close of the day had seen the opening of hearts, for both of us,

Like a discovery of an untouched country of many desires.

Poem Number 215 - Fulfillment In Happiness - 19/10/1987

Our hearts keep on pumping to the tune of merry words,

It is this day that the sun shines its bright rays of light.

Whilst the night sparkles with stars that glow forever more,

The darkness of which, reminds us that ‘badness’ is about.

We, as each human want us to be glorified, in every way,

Yet we cannot take the unfortunate answer as ‘failure’, at task.

Is it that we do think of ourselves too much, as to say?

Or is it our trusting ourselves of reaching individual goals?

Where does our strength lie, in reaching our priority opportunities?

Do we realize that we tread on others, to completely wipe them out?

Are we (whom of which we believe in), love others in a so alike fashion?

Why is it that we treat others like dirt and yet don’t like the same treatment?

Standing up in such a comfortable position,

Both moving from side to side or forward and backs,

May seem to be an easy task to do and take on,

But as soon as time passes by, you collapse and fall down.

This just goes to show you, that your strength in life is not by yourself,

The people around you, that helps you when you fall down flat on your nose,

Are the much personal strength you gain and how you perfect on them,

Is the ultimate result of your life’s fulfillment in happiness.

Poem Number 214 - Black Friday - 13/10/1987

Today is the thirteenth day of the month,

Today as well, is the Friday of the good week,

But the day is supposed to have an evil touch about it,

Only because it is commonly known as, ‘Black Friday’!

This is where people who are physics’ are having a bad day,

A day where everything goes completely wrong for them,

A day where the end and beginning wasn’t right for them,

A day where the next day will be comforting for them.

Poem Number 213 - Joy And Sweetness - 13/10/1987

A sweet anew of a young lady I know,

Her sincereness has brought good faith back in me.

Soften are her hands, her eyes glow in the lime light,

Her face is as pure as a newborn child.

With startled eyes I look so, in love.

To have gone out with the girl of my true dreams:

The weeks we have shared together,

The days that seem so precious to us all.

Clearer is my thoughts of current life, not to be drunken in the past,

I stand tall with beautiness fulfilling the earth.

Whilst the unclean air smothers children to the ground,

I want to marry Nirmala and take her a home.

Has God’s light striked upon myself, with no evil fears/

Have I the courage to tell my parents of my trueborn dream?

May I be so blessed to have met such a wonderful character woman?

And does that liketh me, want to hold her hand with me on the altar?

Till death to dust and ashes return to ashes,

We (I am sue) are blessed with the fruits of God:

The fruits of everlasting love, for evermore,

And the needs of eternal growth of joy and the happiness.

Poem Number 212 - Daytime Dreams - 10/10/1987

Daytime dreams walking ‘around’ town all the times,

Imaginations of the past, present and the future,

Make us live a life of a nomad man,

Not finding the right way to lead our life on.

And there she is, walking on her own,

I want to go and ask her to come back to my own love home.

Yet I have never met her pretty face,

Maybe I should join the walking blind human race!

A strangled rope, I see right afore me,

My senseless life, I want to cut myself off,

But no sooner than my committed suicide attempt,

She had saved me from the darker side.

A walking kiss she gave to me,

Hugging me tight, not letting me go,

Laying me down to a sexual sleep,

She had stayed with me all night to morn. 

Poem Number 211 - The Wife - 18/9/1987

Sleepiness and tiredness shown on wintry nights,

T’is not the reason of being such alike.

Though, the countless trips to and from work and home,

Can present a different story of the thoughts of one’s own.

Anxious to get back home to bed the wife for the night,

Whilst the wife fears of the food preparation ahead,

And cuddles her children with words of a human housewife,

Then ponders of wild dreams of murder, for the husband arriving late.

His drunkenness shows no respect for the family,

Her questions, a little to make him feel left out.

But to no avail he awakened the very next morning,

And demands for his wife to make bed and breakfast for him.

Angers feelings grow in her heart of broken glass,

She hides these feelings when her children speak to her.

She telephone calls her mother and also her best girlfriend,

As they comfort her from making her mind, go round the world.

Lead her not into darkness; she pretends to commit murder,

But he that has caused this entire nightmare only wanted her for money.

Rich as she may have been, before the children were born,

The memorial rose he gave to her (just ten years ago), she thorns! 

Poem Number 210 - Important Campaign - 15/9/1987

On the twenty-sixth of September, ninety eighty-seven,

There will be a Statewide Local Government Election.

And in the Municipal Election in Waverley,

The Liberal party will duly be elected.

For Richard Davidson who’ll win the Ward of Lawson,

For Jim Markham who’ll win the Ward of Waverley,

For Carolyn Markham who’ll win the Ward of Bondi,

And Derek Nathan who’ll win the Ward of Hunter.

They will all work hard in the important campaign,

To bring the promises of the party to the Waverley community,

To remember that all the promise of the last election,

Have been received well throughout the whole Municipality.

The Bondi Junction redevelopment program,

The Bondi Beach beautification to restore the buildings.

And to redevelop the Hotel of Bondi Beach for business and for tourism purposes,

But to the State government that had blocked this development ‘with rocks in their head’!