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!