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

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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.