Poem Number 301 - Speechless Nights - 18/11/1988

Speechless nights are calm throughout the coldest seasone,
It's too old  for us  to talk about it forever, now,
For the fog is seen throughout the day's air,
For it is the cool of the night, going beyond us

T'is the sky that shows us the weather,
T'is the  earth that beareth the weather,
And thouh monlight shines all around the surfaces of the earth,
T'is the darkest shadows that live within us forever and ever.

Dust and winds brngs  our communities far apart,
Rains and storms drain away all people's rich hearts,
Look deeper into our every day lives: search wider for that love,
For the one you haven't heard or seen before,

For the bells are soundless, ringing for, today,
To be a  playing a big part in this world, today.
T'is the sunlight that is seen on the first new dawn,
And feeling of eternity, right from the start of a child newly born.

Poem NUmber 300 - For Richer, For Poorer - 30/10/1988

Nimala, I can see  how at times,
That we both get  on each other's nervous.
The hurt of meaningless word that are said,
Show no good and yet, both are hurt for bad.

Nirmala, as a man I try not  make you sad,
But you show anger by all physicall and verbal means,
And lead me  to reflect the same feel as you,
To no avail we then rest and feel detested.

Next day, I always  say to myself as I see you lying  in the warm 
      bed,
Head side,  half awake  or fully asleep in peace of mind,
'Please make today an understanding pleasant day of which we     
     both share,
To end up by resuming our thoughts of another good day to come'.

Nirmala, silence doersn't show respect of sny kind,
Spoken words are softly toldto the one that listems,
Snd whilst the listening is in practice,
You are getting ready or your repose.

Once the other words are spoken,comments are made to the other,
when  we make our vows together: peace, traquility and love were 
     to share,
For richer, for poorer, in health...... nd so,
I will keep my vows to you as a man as you should still keep your 
    vows to me as a woman.

Poem Number 299 - Worries Of Lives Never Ending Families - 29/9/1988

To this day, the word 'work'  has been easy for me,
And yet I complain in spirit and with endurance,
 for some 'work' id their life of families,
To support his or her partner, for life for their 'Youngers'.

And so comntinues the daily routine of the office paper network,
To do just what is instructed to them to do, and that is,
To go with full speed to plough through all the mess,
To do such easy work, yet by helping someone else out.

Poem Number 298 - Your Rewad - 23/9/1988

To Nirmala, on her special day, Sunday twenty-fith September,
A day of celebrations, smile and cheers for all to share,
A day of family reunions to bring veryone together,
A day not be  destroyed by any means or will.

To Nirmala, a heart warming very close friend of my heart,
May you forgive me, for lying to you the last week or so?
But this lie of mine, I will not bring upset or anger,
Or spoil the day that has planned with evryone that loves you.

Happy twenty-five Birthday, Happy Birthday to my love of all life,
For you care and love me till the end of my life,
Your rewards will be given to you in kindness snd with thought,
It will be such a special reward for a very sepecial person.

Poem Number 297 - A Child Of An Adult - 11/8/1988

The treasures I still have, deep in my memory,
Of such golden day of my sweet marriage,
Yet still anew my wife with love of mine,
The crystals still  shine high into our lives.

For the peopel whom were invited invited to our special day,
I, as John, will not delete their faces from our life.
Neither  will my wife, 'Nirmala' may be distracted  by them,
But for the record, of one's ultimatum to discourage for pleasure.

For he that talks with such disgrace of our love,
As he himself is of the same background of my wife.
For he will never live such peaceful lives,
But for the day, he will marry himself forever will he see.

A person can be taken to certain  limits  of his or her life,
Jokes aside can cause damage or harm to one's own anger,
And most frequently this backfires onto the original person, whom jokes around,
Yet the peaceful attitude and condition of a man will bring prosperity and weath to another's life.

The person of whim I have to work with,
Has turned me away from him by accidental conversation abuse,
So this child of an adult is not grown up to make decisions,
But to to his name he lies like, 'Lionel'.

Poem Number 296 - Unnknown Person Called 'You' - 3/8/1988

To thirst, to starve, to realise one's own weight,
Is to put this person into trail by daily tests,
By means  of sticking to a diet is rostered for you, week to week,
To ensure no extra calories are consumed to waste.

For he that continues to expand one's own gut,
Had better pop his head in for a hangman's loop,
And hang loose in the midst of air,
With less breath to inhale each second.

Whilst you lose what you wish to lose,
You'll be more appreciated by others of unknown friends,
And you'll experience ban uplifted good atmosphere in your life,
As well as such  great self-respect towards your new body.

A new 'You'  will be up to you to keep,
And maintain  the same body weight all the  way through,
So that there will be  no neglect and reverse attitudes,
To be back to the unknown person called ' You'.

Poem Number 295 - All Your Sun - 3/8/1988

T'is this day of a beautiful sunshine day, named 'Today',
Thus has brungeth us to live on this very day.
To our surprise  of not knowing what'st the future is,
T'is the glory and courage our God has ourselves.

Yet, to this day called, 'Today'  never we fear of sorrows or cries,
Of the day afore today, which  leaves little survivors of the great 
     floods of yesterdays,
To call us all proud of the world we live in 'mankind',
Or in non-sexist terms as it can be of natural' humankind'.
For the greatest gift our God has given us humans,
Is the gift of unbreakable love of this  world  and of his word.
It is up to us to how we live or love our life,
Yet he or she who gives and not takes.

He or she that loves but not takes,
He or she that truths  but not lies,
He or she  who thrives on God's words,
Will not need to eat  of own hand once you enter glorious heaven.

The water that is poured on the surface of the earth,
To make visions of endless beautiful island dreams,
Where the heat  of the sun, keeps you away from the sun,
And yet the water blessed  by the  Lord Ford Himself, cleanse all 
     your sin.

Tomorrow of yet unknown presence is always felt,
To grow t,he  fruits of colourful long life,
To do something new, to do the Lord God 'Good',
And to pray for the other days of life, that determine our future.

Poem Number 294 - Brotherly Marriage - 3/7/1988

We were newly married and yet we were asked to help a new 
      marriage,
Our brother 'Ali'  had been working with Nirmala and didn't know 
      what were the stages,
He had little friends and  the friends he had  not approached them,
Of recent, he had  approached us assisting him in marriage to his 
      lady of dreams.

He originally was from Pakistan and was Muslim,
Imagine he asked a couple that practice Hindi and catholic to 
      assist him.
We had no regrets, we felt honoured with joy and happiness,
We met his wife to be, we were all smiles wound our nest.

We felt a new bond was formed,
 bond of friendship that would over last others,
All we did was arrange a marriage celebrant,
And advise them the requirements for marriage in Australia.

All (to me) was a man that wanted to continue his life in Australia,
Not re-enter Pakistan will all the trouble they have.
We think of her, we think of the glowing sun,
Her smiles makes us all have the moistest fun in the world.

The funny thing  bout the wedding is that after working for  his 
     boss,
At 'Mumtaz Mahal Indian Restaurant' and also Nirmala working 
     for the boss),
But to see the boss act like a servant to us all: the guests,
Calling us 'Kind Sir', and 'Kind Madam'  that was  a slight to 
     share.

The day was glorious and we hope  that both Ali and Susie,
Have long lasting relationship forever and ever, Amen!

Poem Number 293 - Golden Heart - 26/6/1988

The tears of hurt, the tears of over loveliness,
They are the waters that fill the earth,
Filling the earth with such floods and international disaster,
The resting down to the original condition it was in before.

Thus the  ventures and schemes to hide  from one  above all,
Leave trails of leftover pieces that led to a 'white lie'.
Yet, to me I did hurt myself to break a kept truth to myself,
To yet give the last hurt to Nirmala of golden heart.

Poem Number 292 - The Wisdom He Has - 3/6/1988

The wisdom he has is kept within his own self,
He has learned knowledge like all university professors buying 
     fruit from markets,
You listen like a learned man so you can learn yourself,
With the  softness of our bottoms relaxing on the comfortable 
     carpet.

It was such elation that from deep within us,
We could talk to each other with our minds at peace,
Then Taji, he had wanted to show his plans,
His plans of family and of unforgettable past.

Like treasures of centuries past: the paper of gold appears,
Displaying what was left behind:  a career a family.
I could see how a difficult decision it was,
To leave the old country of life to start anew.

How tears would not drop from Taji: hard working good-hearted 
     face,
How important my life had been until I seen these approval plans.
How life was so different in the old country, yet he left to come 
    here,
How I felt special by him showing that is private?

Poem Number 291 - Another Human Life, Like Yourself - 30/5/1988

Children who are born into our wonderful new world,
Have so many choices and decisions to make in their early years.
Their future is decided by themselves,
All in all their problems will be cured by them.

Yet amongst all their decisions they will decide on,
There are two main ones that are decided before them.
One is the right to life of birth by God and parents,
Two is the choice of sexes that is decided by human chemistry.

Yet most children will learn to adapt with their sex,
And others will not adapt to their sexual parts, personally,
And these people who go through life, living as the opposite sex,
Will always be uncomfortable when true sexes are found.

In early years the parents will plan their beginning years of life,
To provide all the  energies and necessities that will help grow the 
      child up,
But physical movements and individual daily decisions will be 
      there,
To run around, play and put crayons to paper and draw.

To chose the career after educational skills, to further one's own 
      life, 
To chose the travel that needs to be done to oversee our beautiful 
     world,
To chose to decide upon holy matrimony with the common opposite 
     sex,
To chose the delight of entering our world another human life, like 
    you.

Poem Number 290 - The Beaut Powers Of God - 26/5/1988

Icy waters that melt the crystal snow,
The animals eat what's left, little on tree branches,
Till the sun glows down to unfreeze them,
Let the air  blow lightly amongst the woods.

The springing of coloured plant of nature,
The untouched early morning dew appears,
To bring to birth of the whole earth's complete softness,
To reign forever, the beaut powers of God.

Let the sweetness of soft classical music be heard,
To be jollying around outside in a huge herd,
Stop the tears of sadness flow,
To see appear the happiness of smiles and cheers grow

Poem Number 289 - The World Of Happiness - 19/5/2988

The marriage of importance and all my own doing,
Had come about due to loneliness and depression,
Of multiple of years on end, search  for my truelove of mankind,
And with the grand finale present: there are no wife's parents to 
     see.

So, I was a little  unhappy of my father-in-law and mother-in-law 
     in non-attendance,
This was not their own fault for not being at our wedding,
And the truth to the matter, in my my concern,
Is that even though there were not there physically, they were there       in heart.

For just on three months after our marriage of truth and trust,
 I had  met my parents from my wife's side for just a few minutes.
Yet, we all had hours upon hours of waiting for their arrival,
And I indeed greeted  them with a warm friendly smile.

With the little chance I have had to speak to my new parents,
It's been a tiring affair with them living with others,
And they are not able to speak to my wife and I on the phone,
But to wait days from when we can all let out our words of peace.

To Taji, which I  have grown to liken as my new father,
I will give any of my time and advice to build in this love,
To Amma, who has  showed me tears of sadness running down her 
      face,
I tell her that I will always look after her  well brought up daughter.


To everyone in the 'Prasad Family' I will show and give love to      
     them,
More than the love   of an in-law, just purely family love,
Whilst I care of my one and so beautiful wife of life,
My intentions are to bring everyone together, in the world of 
    happiness.

Poem Number 288 - Spending Spree - 19/5/1988

I find it easy (just like anybody); to  spend the money you save,
Especially when you can only save a certain amount of your 
      earnings,
But when you are working and living for two people,
You have to work out, so both your priorities are right.

Mostly you save to buy the goods you wish to purchase,
And save to utilise the days when turned  into long lasting rain,
When you're on an average income: just ending on  top after all 
      the bills are paid,
You can manage your funds properly without any waist.

But since you start on zero, from the start of your marriage,
And just like every else in society, you wish to live comfortably,
Then it makes it that much difficult,
To arise up above everyone, financially in life.

Poem Number 287 - Night Dreams - 14/5/1988

For the last few weeks my wife has had weird dreams,
Dreams of wild stories that could be true,
But is  fantasy vision in an atmosphere of calmness,
And its discussion is to remain in the mind until the end of the day.

These dreams  of nonsense actions of the reminiscent past,
Just seem to roam around and float high in one's mind.
To make imagining dreams come out not to be true,
But rule oneself  with images of false pretences.

During the day one's mind can be distracted by quietness,
Or by continual abuse of the persons work ability,
And spend a tiny bit of time daydreaming,
But not being fulfilled as one's mind wanders off.

The truth to the matter lies in the sleep a person perceives,
The quieter the person the room, the more comfortable the 
       surroundings are,
The deeper the sleep, if sadness has recently hit this person,
Or total  relaxation is sought by total unconscious sleep.

Poem Nunber 286 - Good News Or Bad News - 12/5/1988

Situations are happening everyday of our lives,
Where we here  or read  about some sort of news. 
They will differ at all times  but they travel so fast,
And most of all: it is chain news that  can be misconstrued 
        altogether.

It is news of goodness, there can be smiles and laughter,
If it is news of badness, there can be tears and sadness.
It just depends on how it is broadcasted,
       And how people perceive it.

Is it news  of good fortune to ones own heart?
Is it news of depression to tear ones heart?
For it could be  that of nothing is said of all,
It will make no difference to ones own hollow hall.

But as it is going down  from first to the last person,
The news is not the same original story (including changes a re 
        permitted).
For some people news will never be told,
But it will grow and mature to be fashionably old.

Poem Number 285 - Mothers On Mothers Day - 9/5/1988

For us dear little children, we prepare for mother's day,
They're a little decision making of what gifts need to be purchased,
where they will be purchased and what price they will be?
Well, it's hard enough to know one's gift of on's mother, but just 
        imagine two!

Yes, our are mothers are worth than the the token gifts we give 
      them,
But it is only once a year that there is a special day set aside  for mothers.
A day of family re-union, a day of continuous joy,
And t'is  this day that us children, think of their hard ordeals.

For men are glorified in business day to to day,
Their physique is trophied through all  their courageous sports.
Yet women, whole  in years have taken a lesser role,
To see of their own life's produces being neglected into non-
      existance.

So, we should put aside one family problems (if any),
And give more to our mothers of mother's day,
As they gave us life to live into  this current future,
To let our lungs breathe  in every second of every hour.

Poem Number 284 - Ingredients Of Headaches - 9/5/1988

God, get rid of this headache that longs in my head, please?
It has been and gone, pains to relief of ease,
Such long thoughtful delays are caused by the  disturbance,
Too long for anyone to suffer such indefinite non-assistance.

Do outsiders or insiders of our internal hunam body cause it,
Yet to give true to this answer, one must look at all possibilities,
Hence, once one's own thoughts on the ingredients of headache,
Can certainly differ from others who may not  have any paints at 
      all.

Can they occur while you're deep  fast asleep?
Or can they occur while just driving a car up the street?
Or can they happen while you are having one of your daily meals,
Actually, when can they happen to us, at all?

Some of us say, 'When they just pop up just out of the blue',
And some say, 'They can be caused buy the same person, they are 
     to blame'.
Whilst the rest  say, 'It's just a matter of outside pressure,
Outside pressure, like  a demanding situation where one's thoughts 
     are confused.'

Whatever it is can ruin your day or night; for others and for 
       yourself,
It can annoy you, so you lose your concentration,
And your mind is one hundred percent off the job,
You search until somebody or somewhere the cure tablets are fond 
       to be consumed!

Poem Number 283 - Beautiful Wives - 5/5/1998

He who is shy to meet beautiful woman,
He who is strong in physique and yet weighs very little,
He needs that extra push of a friendly nature,
For fulfil his requirements of life and complete his own future.

Yes he owns no little items of self-interest,
Sends waves of gifts to request conscious satisfaction,
And yet he that suddenly ponders continually of a woman of a 
    beating heart,
Opening her worlds of continual life to a man who's never been seen.

 Whilst  action of tenderness grows in each one's body,
The  motions of long distance feeling relate to each other.
For he  that plans to marry with enormous love to another's heart,
Creates a new living standard  of control of ones art.

To me, to help a friend of mine  find the love of love,
To explain in detail  how a relative will marry him about.
For overall joy will everlasting fill the earth of both their lives?
For dreams of every man's ideas, will harvest a reward by 
       marrying beautiful wives.

Let  he be free to do what he will do,
Let her hold  his hands for everlasting life,
Let the two of them be kissed by the fresh wind in the air,
Let their food be mixed with them, both cildren to bear.

Poem Number 282 - Silent Question - 28/4/1988

God gave gifts of such beautiful endless day to me,
From the beginning I had wished that the day had not come to an 
      end.
For it started at work with confusion and humour,
And finished with a blessing of gifts and laughter.

It was  born to be that the day would be such a wonderful day,
While arriving at work to see office furniture to be re-arranged,
Only for  one 'Boss' was to gain all view of his staff,
But, with not consulting with the other departmental officers                  provide negativism.

And as the other office arrived at work in disbelief,
The chief of the department called-ip a special meeting of needs,
With only two not liking the internal moves,
This caused upset and total confusion with all staff.

Then during the day the idea had popped up into my head,
To contact the Indian Consulate-General - to find out many things,
Like Indian movies, that are spoken in Hindu and subtitled in 
      English,
The consular General was open to me with everything.

He gave me books ( one especially Hindu religious one),
The other about India entirely,
 He had showed me his friendship,
Her also had a silent openness of excitement!

Poem Number 281 - Home Purchasing By People - 20/4/1988

With the upsurge of houses going into the market,
There is little or nothing much people can do.
They may have a few thousand dollars saved,
Enough to put a deposit for a purchasing unit or house.

Persistence is required to enquire about borrowing,
To every different bank and different kind of institutions.
Your total concentration is needed while people explain,
The final result is what suits you best in making your repayments.

Is it important to select your purchase wisely?
Is is cheaper and easier to buy in the future distance?
What makes you think that this is the time to fulfil your 
     requirements?
What final assistance do you need before you do your purchase.

Are there  after costs that do not appear in fine print?
Can you purchase without friendly advice that costs nothing?
Are there  traps of all kinds that you haven't considered?
Is the finale of signing the contract insignificant to you!

Poem Number 280 - Nick-A -Dollar -19/4/1988

It was justice that had  me nicking a dollar,
Just so I could  afford to travel to work,
Yet, now I feel guilty to pinch from my wife's purse,
I was too scared to asking  my dear wife. Oh God punish me!

But little did I know how much hurt I have caused her,
To leave for work, tears wetting the bed,
i, who do not steal from anyone rick or poorer,
 I had been caught forever doing the wrong thing Oh, God punish 
      me!

A sinful person I am to even think of such bad thing,
Now my wife won't be thinking of me being honest.
No, the damage has been done. I ask her now to believe me,
 But in doing so, give me a lesson or two. Oh God punish me!

Yet, there was a 'little devil' .me that utilised  my mind and body,
But that  now may have destroyed one woman's total confidence in 
   me. 
For I beg you  God, to forgive me,
 But in doing so, give me a lesson or two. Oh God, punish me!

 And to my dearest wife who will not talk to me, I know,
Please let me off to show you that I can be trusted again.
For my love for you is  deep, deep down from within my heart,
Be silent and I know you care, don't  lose you love of me!

Poem Number 279 - Great And Small - 18/4/1988

Roots of life generate power of living things forever and ever,
And the offspring of adults: they learn all the questions of life,
Before a new generation lives to  tell their offspring,
All living thing preach love and love of life: great and small.

Poem Number 278 - Dressed Up To Perform - 18/4/2988

The Pink-bloused tops that young girls wear,
With little of jewellery hanging down covered earrings.
They that smile, jeans and slacks that reach down before their 
       ankles,
To jogging shorts or softly lady shoes, with a show-off or 'no' 
       handbag at all.

These young girls are on their way to a  rock concert,
To yell with the songs they hear at this night,
To cheer and show emotions of young teenage girls,
Their fingers show no ring of love but they will love tonight.

 No signs of having boyfriends are shown on their facial  
      expressions,
They're chewing gum, which shows their puberty,
Yet they will be home in a few hours,
As they look back upon the night, 'They weren't dressed to  
      perform'. 

Poem Number 277 - House Worker To Bludger - 18/4/1988

A lovely dinner for two I always come home too,

My wife has  has prepared and cooked our dinner.

She has  physically hand washed our clothes,

She cleans the entire flat and  finds little time for herself.

 I admit I do little to improve chores around our flat,

 But I have less time than my wife that I spend about.

Once I come home from work, I have my dinner, ta, rest, talk,
And assist in cleaning up of dishes, rest then fall asleep.

I can tell that there is too much for my wife to do,
So I will go from a full-time bludger to a full time house-worker.
To tell and show my wife that I can do things properly,
Enabling more rest for my wife's weary bones.

So pull up my socks I do,
It not sit down and re-dinner enjoy,
To share the household duties,
No to become a bludger!

Poem Number 276 - Pauper's Richness - 18/4/1988

Flow across the glorious lands of our country, 
Of God, we work from strength to strength for money,
 And God , Oh God Creator, bring us into the wonderful being,
For it was  for you that we  so much mean to each other.

 For we give richness to the papers,
We give all our energy to you, my Lord.
For we, we ask for nothing much Lord,
Except to give us peace every day we live.

Our hands are sore  from working hard,
Our bones are aching from place to place,
And our mouths are talking to you,
For hearts are bleeding for you.

Our sorrow we give to you, my Lord,
Our sins you take away from us death  then falls,
The peace and love of Christ amongst this land,
Is nearly destruction without your love of mankind.

Son of the  father and of mankind,
Speak to me, for sweet lives,
 Amongst our flock is a black sheep,
To this day is meant to be a devil.

Poem Number 275 - Complainers - 11/4/1988

I hate  titter-tattlers, whiners to neighbouring complainers,
All they do is waste all their time.
What  they should so is pit a champagne cork in their mouth,
And 'Pop' every time they say a word,
 I'll then get headaches,
They pest, they tella, but they donita wanta  knowya!

Poem number 274 - Will Of Testament - 8/3/1988

I, John Philip Anthony Svoboda also known as,
Jean-Francoise Phillipe Antoine Svoboda,
Hereby declare that of my will I leave Lionel Singh of
77 Hampton Road, Atarmon and Mr Paul Dunlop, executors of my will.

Upon my death, I want it known That I always kept,
My life as open as possible,
And not totally one hundred percent,
In telling the truth but near enough, I start with my family.

To my wife, half of my insurance policy,
With Prudential it is  worth thirty thousand dollars.
Plus to my mother and father ( if not deceased),
And then to my sister thousand dollars other half of my insurance  
        policy.

To my friends in order:
Ron Morris -  three hundred dollars cash,
Lionel Singh - records collection,
Paul Dunlop -  my sterio system,
Ron Shelley - my drinks collection.

To the St. Vincent De Paul Society,
Any clothes that are not used by anyone else,
And property owned by myself or jointly with my wife,
To be  sold to a fair  high price and a new less expensive residence 
               is purchased.

Poem Number 273 - Chopped Finger! - 8/3/1988

When the mood is more than cheerful,
When the atmosphere is filled with fun,
This is a time when things go reversed,
And when everything turns into panic battle stations.

Last Sunday waiting for my wife to get dressed,
To attend a 'French community' family party at Mum's,
I was to pick up a pair of  very sharp scissors,
But to be playing with them, shaping then into the air.

And it so just happened this play stopped to seriousness,
Leaving me bleeding constantly,
As I chopped off some skin off my finger,
Leaving me yell and scream like as in thunder!

It took a while before the blood stopped bleeding,
And embarrassingly we  bandaged it up,
So everyone at the party knew I had an injury,
Leaving me to answer questions all the time.

Poem Number 272 - The News That Carried On - 26/2/1988

By now the time is over two months,
Since our much celebrated  day of marriage, 
And yet there  friends of mine still learning it,
With plenty of total shock also to my embarrassment.

But as more  know of such good news,
My emotions are enlightened by such passing of news,
And yet my wife who has little  of her own friends over here,
Makes good friends from day to another.

 For nearly a month she has committed herself to work,
To do a job that is physically hard tough work,
But her own reward is to have cash in her hand,
And be out of the hornet's nest, of our little home.

How tired she is to come home after work, of some days,
To commence the household  duties feeling tired at nights.
Yes Nirmala will finish what has to be done for us,
And to no rest she will end up collapsing in bed, waiting for me.

For me, many days have passed since our day of marriage,
A day that I will always remember in my heart, forever lasting,
A night and day that will show up in my memory of lightness,
And of course....the important decision of a life time comes true. That's news!

Poem Number 271 - No One Is The Real Boss - 26/2/1988

For a longtime my heart has been fulfilled,
My love of true life loves me to the hilt.
It may be  hard for me to imagine me being  single again,
But there's no doubt about it I love her, I really love her.

We can talk to reach each other seriously,
We can both be mucking around jokingly,
We can also be a little hurt for the joke words to be said,
But we can also make love to the tune of 'Sound of Music'.

There's little that separates us in any differences,
There are a lot of ideas and decisions we share,
And there's little to be said when our bodies touch each other,
But most of all we can work things out together.

No one is the real boss!
No one is equal to the other!
No one is indifferent with day to day life style!
And no one will separate or destroy what we are building!

Both our families care of us so much,
Both of our friends treat us like friends,
And yet young at hearts we may still seem,
 our priority is to fulfil our dreams.

Poem Number 270 - The Sex Appeal Of Man - 19/2/1988

Girls wolf whistle as they see men in tight stubby shorts,
And whilst they try to attract the attention of these uninterested
        men,
They are in a peer group of women learning first grab of a man's
        heart,
And wearing tight jeans, showing off their torpedoes enjoying this
       tempting time.

But the men keep to themselves and laugh at their own jokes,
And making sure that the women don't hear what they say,
So one of the sexes will have to decide to make the real move,
To separate the men from the boys and the women from the girls.

Each watches, each  every momentous move,
Gambling bets are taken to see who's got the 'guts',
There is no  music around, there is no building in sight,
Heavy bushes and forests surround them all.

There is no time to kill as dark will soon arrive,
To quieten the noises of discussions that followed on each day.
Now the trumpeters of background music do their entrance tune,
And now the crowds no talk and watch with alarming care.

To no gutfull feel the woman casually with across to the men,
So, their bouncing torpedoes  can be seen from a thousand miles 
      away.
The men take off their stubbies and their  underclothes,
To reveal, they are a real star of their own sex appeal.

Nine months later all  women give birth to a child,
Whilst the men are now concerned  of little independence they will 
      have.
They worry of a new life to look after,
And their star sex appeal now fades away.

Poem Number 269 - Millions Of Dollars Galore - 18/2/1988

Wouldn't it be nice to live in a dream that is real?

 To lie back on a banana chair and soak up each days sun?

 To be called up to a phone, yet no energy is used?


And to feel free to do anything you want to do?

Yes, wouldn't it be nice that your car is chauffeured around town,

You have a few party drinks in your limo,

While big business decisions you make by yourself,

And there is no need to touch any money you earn?

Yes, I suppose it would be nice to have an upstairs maid and

 also for downstairs,

Yes, I suppose that your mansion will be electronically fitted,

So that just a push of a button or two,

And all your dreams and wishes will come true!

Of course it would be nice if you were single,

And organising parties was the main event of your day,

But for the men who are married, to be divorced is insane,

And temptations to enjoy your life are limited but you can

 change that!

So you can still be free to do what you want to do,

With millions of dollars galore at your fingertips,

The way you spend it (or save it), is entirely up to you,

But you must remember most importantly to include your 

special partner in your life!

Poem Number 268 - A Helping Hand - 18/2/1988

Last week I received a nice special phone call,
To be asked to give a hand, where no one's pulling his or her socks.

What is it, 'He is asking me to do?

Is to give help for the State elections coming up.’

For who lives down in south in Cronulla,

It is a pleasure to do this for the Liberal Party,

But jokes aside the winning tide has arrived,

I only help for the party not for the candidate.

I know her chances of winning are strong,

And I know that there's only a slight chance,

I could be wrong, so to just enjoy the drinks and food of the election night,

To be with crowds of supporters who work hard all day.

And then listening to minutes of news reports,

That presents such stormy forecast for 'Barry',

And to eventually hear the cheers and laughter,

Of a hard fought courageous landslide victory.

With Neville out,

With Barry out,

With Nick in,

And he's forever holding on!

Poem Number 267 - Decisions Of Importance - 17/2/1988

It is not many times that a decision of importance,

Is made by myself to benefit the company,

But when you sit down, side by side of your boss,

You have a general feeling of satisfaction, when he doesn't know everything.

You realize that everything depends on yourself, When your decision is of high importance, And it concerns the Administration you are involved in, And of course the appreciation of service by our clients.

So there you are, doing a job that someone else should be doing,

Or really should have done months before the new complete system was brought up,

But to no avail, my boss and I carry on with wasteful work,

As it left no one else to know what is right or what is wrong.

So tedious and repetitious this job may be,

It is left to myself to carry the burden,

Up to us to waste time that could have been spent somewhere else,

To utilize proper working time to fulfil a day's work.

Poem Number 266 - Common-sense In Style - 16/2/1988

Time upon time, each and every single day,

You who makes the same journey mostly every day,

Experiences the different bodies of faces,

Of which also travel along the same route.

To men a woman's face is easily forgotten,

 Especially, if he's never seen her before,

And he knows he's never going to see her again,

 So there is no run away tears shed from him.

Where as to women, a face is always memorable,

Each face is recognized for its own merits.

Yet the faces of men are never forgotten,

They feel like wearing these faces on their dresses of medal.

You at times 'pop' your eyes open wide,

And suddenly push everyone aside.

For you want to touch and be with 'her' body',

This woman who has just bent over and showered her pants.

As a woman you prop yourself up and sit up straight,

With your little knees, no rattling, your lips so relaxed,

Ever-so-ready to be unzipping 'his' tight slacks,

To this man, who is just standing over you.

Yet to do these thing, to be able to do,

Is not such of an easy task.

For commons-ense should prevail,

To be using common sense in style.