Poem Number - A Father Is A Father

A Father is there when a mother gives birth to their child that inhales their first breath,
A Father is there when the child has its first feed and sleeps day on to day nights air fresh,
A Father is there when there's nappies to be changed, washed and cleaned,
A Father is there when the child makes its first opening the eyes discovering its parents.

A Father is there to support the mother, when the she is exhausted, tired and overwhelmed,
A Father is there when the child  does its first crawl using hands and feet on the carpet,
A Father is there  when the child  start using the hand to touch to learn and be told,
A Father is there when the first walk is slowly and struggling to reach one end.

A Father is there when the first work is spoken as each parent finds out is it "Mumma" or "Daddy"!
A Father is ther when they make their first run and ensures there is enough space ready,
A Father is there when they ask their first questions, with many more to come,
A Father is there  when they go to their first day of school and makes sure they end up at home.

A Father is there when the homework is  homework and  and not just playing fun,
A Father is there when the child wants new friends to  come home and eat out in the sun,
A Father is there to take the child to places, for fun and entertainment,
A Father is there to assist and be a guide to dealing with life challenges, goals complete.

A Father is there when a child wins or loses races, games, exams and  be a sideline coach,
A Father is there when a child needs to talk more then listen, just keping in touch,
A Father is there  when a child completes their education, has a new partner and gets married,
A Father is there when a child grows up and becomes a father or mother, God's love fulfilled.

Poem Number - My Mother Was Your Mother! 20/5/2014

My mother was a mother who loved the world,

My mother was a mother that had many stories to be told.
My mother was gentle and was so so mild,
My mother, was to me so loved.

My mother spoke words of care.
My mother never made me dare,
My mother laughed and cried,
My mother made sure I was fed.

My mother worked outside of home,
My mother made her income on her own,
My mother with my father bought a house,
My mother to my father was a great spouse.

My mother made neighbours family,
My mother made family so friendly,
My mother had a gift of her own love,
My mother prayed to God from all above.

My mother was my Queen of my home,
My mother stayed at home and didn't roan,
My mother loved her children's children,
My mother gave her cooking experience to all men and women.

My mother was there when I played my sport,
My mother told me of my school report,
My mother make sure I did my home work,
My mother made sure I talk only when need be talk.

My mother became a mother to other people,
My mother always took to mass her missal,
My mother help when somebody asked,
My mother was beautiful like all mothers foretold.

My mother now rests in Peace,
My mother now will have her heavenly space,
My mother I will always remember,
As my mother was your mother!

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 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 252 - Is Silent Golden? - 2/2/1988

It depends on a lot of things,

Whether you consider being silent,

As if you are used to continual taking all day long,

Then maybe it could be the right for and then again it could be wrong.

But the phrase ‘Golden silence’,

Is a phrase not many humans in our society memorize,

To not say a word or two or even make a sound,

Yet others speak to let out their peace.

Knowing when you speak, is the moment of doubt,

If you are warm-hearted and lovable you will keep to yourself,

And by using this golden silence may lead to two things,

One is more loving, caring relationship of more boisterous partner.

So is Silence golden?

Only if you can’t answer that!

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 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 205 - School Children Of Yesteryears - 2/3/1987

The screams and yells of today’s school traveling children,

Bring back some of my golden memories of years,

Some of them are replayed with today’s growing children,

Some of these are attitudes, which have disappeared, although.

In the early years of primary education,

I was lead by my mother, to the school.

In afternoons, I waited to be picked up, by my working class parents,

Who in turn, would be keen to listen to all the eventualities of the day.

I remember one special day, when I so tried hard,That day, was a prize winning target, for jokes and laughter,

Known to all as ‘The teacher’s pet award’!

In later years of my Primary education,

There I had learnt what being bashed up (before and after school0,

Was all about and I didn’t take it, so kindly,

I told my parents, who in turn told the principal, who in turn took no disciplinary action.

Over to a newer more sensible school where dressing was the trademark,

It took me, years to find and make good friends,

Trying different guys, each year,

But to my surprise, I had won many a friends, in the last year.

It was my sporting interests, of which I had to disclose,

And show the strength in sporting major sports.

With my own activities as a captain of the ‘Second Eleven’,

To publicizing the ‘athletics’ and ‘first fifteen’ on the school P.A. system.

It was for Mathew Reed that got myself started,

His fitness at long distance and also his character,

I told him as the ‘Captain of the Athletics’,

That I would go to every meeting that was held.

So there I was, school learning with shouts of joy,

To every ‘Waverley College competitor of blue and gold’,

They were encouraged to perform at their best,

To win all the events of the day, ending up so excited about winning.

The next was Rugby Union, where I got to every game, after playing soccer,

To be number2 cheerer against a loud mouth caller,

Calling out the individual names at each player, by mockery,

Which enhances their individual ability to perform, very well.

But there was a game of a draw, where the teammates were upset: all in all,

This was the second last game of the long season.

And even I was moved at this!

So during the week, I had my own planned tactics.

These were set simple but hardly anyone would do it,

For it would take guts and firm determination, to do what I had done.

As a non-elected prefect of our year, I awaited on the queue,

Deciding when will I have the guts to go up and tell.

The assembly was not going to be long,

The assembly was for Andrew Ugarte to receive the Prefect badge.

I was waiting to be brought onto the microphone,

To speak to seven hundred students, of all ages.

Nerves and all tensed nerves, were clutched in the written paper (held in my hand),

Maybe something like receiving an award for not doing anything.

Was the total complete feeling, I had been feeling within my self,

Never before I had brought myself forward, to speak, publicly to a crowd.

And just for one moment………just for one flash of a moment,

I was thinking of what the guys in year:  would say to me afterwards.

Would they cut me off from themselves entirely and roar out to me, with laughter?

No. I thought not of evilualities, thoughts of the shock and goodness for all.

I rushed my words while I had the assembly quiet as can be,

The words of sweet support drowned out of my mouth, first.

The after affect was of entirely complete satisfaction,

A self-satisfaction that would lead to more than strength, to me.

Then the ‘Pat on the back award’, was repeatedly commented to me,

The headmaster’s reply to me personally, was showing his care towards me.

The Saturday of the big game arrived at ‘Knox County’,

And I scored my third goal and last goal of the year.

My mocked speech, jokingly knocking every player: one by one,

Made sure that this would ensure that a bit of revitalized spirit, was put back in these young men.

I wasn’t as nervous speaking then, like the School assembly,

And now I could see cheers and smiles creep up, in their stirred faces.

Applause from the coach, including the team was thanked to me,

My heart wanted the result of the team to be the result of my speech.

And yet, Warwick Negus before stopped me: warned not to speak to the team,

My answer to that was that the team resulted in thrashing the opposition 36 to 9.

The main feature of the game,

Was when for small minute I felt the fame.

When the players carried me off the field,

When by right it should have been our team captain.

Poem Number 118 - A Scene Of A Show-Off - 23/6/1986

I am eager enough, to show her,

How emotional I am, over her,

I want to die lying right beside her,

To be buried six foot underneath the earth.

So that, my corpse will mean nothing,

But only our two souls: running towards the gates of heaven.

With no hearts afire by the evils of the demons,

Just God-sent humans, who leave behind all their children.

The electricity is so strong,

It cannot and will not be cut off.

For the force is holding our hands,

It’s not a scene of a “Show-Off”.

Poem Number 106 - Hold Her, So Tightly - 6/6/1986

I am a man that loves to make love,

While asleep, in the middle of the night,

If a beautiful woman lies beside,

I would hold her, so tightly.

It’s not awkward, as it is mutual response,

And it creates sweet pleasant dreams,

Until the sunrise in the early dawn,

And both of our lips meet and are together drawn.

Most sexual relationships of partners,

Would not even think of this kind of making love.

They would do it first thing, at night,

And fight first thing in the morn.

There has to be a deep understanding,

A signal from both to know each other’s steps:

With the man acting like a silver-dressed knight,

And the woman with the laced golden brown clothes.

To enlighten the darkness of any night,

That encourages a strong and friendly relationship.

If the time is not right,

If the atmosphere and hours does not feel right,

If one of them don’t want to love, at that time,

Then just respond by not being rude, and accept it!

There will always be a better time,

There will always be better moods,

There will always be a better chance,

As there should be no feeling of guilt. 

Poem Number 98 - Kora - 22/5/1986

I’ve had a few ”K-niner’s” in parts of my life,

They are all the same (in which one comes in order of first).

There was tiny little “Bobby”,

When I was young, I could hold him.

And then there was mongrel “Rusty”,

Who’s color seemed so rich.

And then there was “Cindy” whom was as she was,

She would never stop being loved by us, all.

For nearly two years this 'Kora',

Who to me is small for a German shepherd?

It also was unique in her own way.

She has tender skin, where she might lose hair,

And she has not dug into the garden for four and a half months.

Now, since mum has been back from overseas,

She cultivates the garden and also alongside the driveway.

Yet she’s cute with her greetings at the side gate,

There’s not once, she’ll stop jumping up and down,

And smothers me with licks,

And leave her hair on my shoulder.

Poem Number 86 - So Blind - 15/5/1985

I feel like a sun, shinning so strong,

And no one thinks that she is wrong.

While a coloured rainbow,

That arcs across a river stream, flows.

My eyes look upon your pretty face,

Like I’m in love with you, forever.

Always thinking that I believe in her,

Standing right beside her place.

Whenever I speak to you, it’s just that I am so blind,

Whenever I look at you, I’m thinking of all mankind.

So, it is very true that is why I feel,

That I am falling in love, with you.

When the days will turn darker,

And the nights a little lighter,

I wouldn’t stop loving “Cathie”,

Until the day I stop living and die.

For the flowers are blossoming

That the caterpillars turn to decorated butterflies.

And the country is greener with lots of dew in the pastures,

For the times of wet and sad days can lead to times of joy and happiness.

Poem Number 85 - Sadness - 14/5/1985

Is it that Cathie hasn’t seen me for three days?

That people change their feelings so fast?

Or is it that Cathie thinks my involvement in politics,

Is a greater love, than to her?

I’ll admit that the love of politics to me, is so big,

But my love for Cathie is greater than greater.

As I sober my face, waiting patiently,

I drown my sudden sadness in the earth’s composition: Land, air and sea.

She may wish to live,

A life on her own,

And just have good friends everyday,

Maybe she does know where’s she’s going, but can’t just make up her mind.

I wait outside her living place,

Not just because I love her.

Just because I do care for her,

I’m not going to hurt her, at all.

I’ll give up my politics,

Once the time is due,

To share a complete life,

If Cathie desires so.

If she not want to be, so close,

I will be her good friend, at least.

And I will not hassle her,

As she will want to be on her own.

What’s gone wrong to the Cathie, I love?

Is it something that has quivered her heart?

Or is it a strange reaction,

That has changed all her feelings.

Have I pushed our relationship,

Or am I getting this, “Dumped feeling?”

Or was I a part of Cathie’s bad thought of yesterday?

Or was it, that we made love, so tenderly?

Is Cathie scared of me, at all?

Cause I aint scared to talk to her.

I don’t know what to think,

I just know how mixed I feel.

Poem Number 80 - Within Myself - 6/11/1984

I have found myself, within myself,

With the confidence I have re-earned.

Is this because of my important true love?

Which, lost as it were…………is now found.

Never have I decided to be so thoughtful,

To such a glorious, loving kind person.

I don’t need to say, “Will this new, be with me?”
As my mind certainly (and definitely) knows what the answer will be.

May our love, never separate us from each other,

For truthfulness is what has been holding us together.

Apart from the trusting love and affection,

This will make both of us head, towards one direction.

This beautiful mature love and understanding,

For me, cannot beat any other love I’ve had before.

I will look after and care For Barbara (and Wayne),

May I lead both our lives, neither feeling rich nor poorer?

One woman sitting in a shed, opposite her husband,

Watching, looking at every moment, I awake.

Shaded by firm tree, overlooking all over,

Footpaths, with consistent traffic, traveling to and fro.

Sun becoming coolly aided by a Southwesterly breeze,

Maybe, I’m in a state of mind, of self-control.

There are no factors destroying me,

Yet, now I’m only twenty-three.

Feeling so soft: from top to toe,

I look at my future, not being so bleak.

I think I’m gaining strength, within my self,

Yet I feel so lonely on the outside.

Yesterday I met a girl, whom by co-incidence,

Only met her mother, only a few weeks ago.

To God’s answer coming to me,

To respond to this girl? If so, let it be.

This Andrea, whom I thought I met before,

Evidently turned out to be her sister!

Barbara and I had decided both, to live in a flat of our own,

I agree with my full-hearted love, to care the same for “Wayne”.

Even though, I say to others, who question me,

“Yes, I care and love Wayne (yet I’m no real father of his)".

There will be many-a-time, when such an occasion will occur,

For Barbara to be pregnant and show me, our first child.

We both don’t mind pink bed sheets, to sleep on,

And we would definitely hope, our first child’s a daughter.

I insist in God answering our prayers,

In all our best days, in our lives to come.

So we can build and grow a family,

And that! We will of course work at that………..at home! 

Poem Number 78 - Barbara - 19/10/1984

To meet a very nice young lady, called “Barbara”,

Who makes sure that I do not keep on smoking,

Did I change, within the first night?

As we both enjoyed talking to each other.

Why should a man or so, call be,

Jump into bed without saying a word?

Is it just to show, how a man can feel so free?

So, he can just have a one-night-stand with a bird of any choice?

There is more to life, than being a man.

No pride is lost, by not making love on the first night.

As the smiles are shared between the man and woman,

And the time put into it, is such a great delight.

To Barbara, who care and loves her child, “Wayne’,

May I at least, try to help as much as I can,

As I have never felt, so needed before,

Neither richer nor even poorer.

Will Barbara want to speak to me again?

To a guy, whom she’d most probably want to see again?

Or will there be another guy, who steps in the way,

And for me, to commence my life again right from the first day.

I urge not, to have a cigarette,

As all I needed was a friendly pat on the shoulder.

May I pledge to god, that I don’t end-up, in strife-like before,

Having faith in you, in all I need to do: obeying your commands.

Friends may we be, at least to both our eternity,

For that is the importance, of our relationship.

So that cannot be changed, so easily,

Cause it would change our course of life-entirely.

I may not have much to offer to Barbara,

But my friendship and caring, is all I can give,

As I would not take any privileges,

Or show unlove or forgetfulness to her.

This maybe another change in my life,

A change that may have come at the right time;

For myself.

I know that my mother doesn’t decide in whom I like.

Passionate love, is how I feel tonight,

Holding her hands, as if I would not let her go.

But the confidence within me, was regained by Barbara,

And my body will keep on ticking, to the fast beats of my heart. 

Poem Number 75 - Encouragement Points - 20/6/1984

No nervous, I had presumed,

As I wait for the arbitration,

My own legal courthouse,

To mentally bite a piece fromher arse.

I will fight for what I live:

All that is mine will hopefully end up mine.

Let the world of my recent life,

To watch the end of the war (with my past so-called wife).

Fairness is not what I am after,

As she; the queen of unfairness,

Has always mistreated me,

Including everything (except my body), in her nest.

The little good, she had,

Was definitely lost with my friends,

She had made in the east,

They have since left her, for dead.

She may have gained a few points,

But they were not encouragement points,

For her, to say that she had a hard life,

What about the generation of parents, before us?

For her sexual habits had been always fulfilled,

For the only good word she ‘d always recognize was, “Screwed!”

You had to stay with her,

Until she was quite pleased and was finished with you. 

Poem Number 65 - Fatigue - 20/4/1984

For once this week, I am feeling tired,

At my home, resting to a sudden nothingness,

And feeling rather calm about any worries,

I don’t seem to feel concerned about my bad past.

Just lying here, listening to silence,

The noises I hear: cars driving past by.

Not thinking about any future fiancé,

Just nothing. Nothing at all.

No woman, to get upset at me,

No woman, to tell me off,

No woman, not letting me feel free,

As I close my eyes, just plain old tired me.

Poem Number 63 - It Wasn't Meant To Be Easy! - 9/4/1984

I have real good friends, who will help,

They know that I needed just that bit of a push,

To get me standing, on my own two feet,

It feels as if I was dirty and I’ve given myself a good wash.

My attitude towards staff at work has not changed,

Neither towards friends I had lost, via my ex-girlfriend.

May my life just run a little smoother?

And not be a little harder.      

Life wasn’t meant to be easy!”

As quoted, by on great politician.

Now, this is still the same,

I don’t think we’re all the same!

Poem Number 2 - Understand This And Me! - 1/7/1983

Am I so affectionate, that I don’t realize,

What I am doing, to the person that I love?

Is it the woman that I love?

Can she put up with me? And change me, to a man I should be?

Am I jealous enough, that I don’t like it?

When she gets angry and upset with me?

Am I whom I am?

Life does mean a lot to me,

I like life so much, in caring for other people.

I am at present, so happy with my own little life,

That I have found hardly any problems getting back to my friends.

A close personal relationship, with someone so special,

I have in my past life, found hard to find.

A special person, who tells me that, “ I’ am silly”,

To leave my old friends, earlier this year,

To somebody,                                                                                              

Who was really using me.

I, who hasn’t been through a lot in life,

But for what I have been through,

This was something in my life,

I haven’t really learnt.

Sometimes, I do things without even asking.

So now, I ask people for their own opinion,

As to what I should or should not be doing,

I hope everyone understands this and me!