Poem Number - A NEW YEAR BRINGS.......... 1/1/2018

A new year means a new begining for some,

From being born and planning life's future fun.
A New Year is supppose to bring greater joy and laughter to everyone,
Yet the New Year does not hide the fact there is sadness around the corner to be found.

So each New Year we glorify as better than ever before,
Then comes the year when we lose someone close to you: dear to your heart more.
The loss dampens your happy thoughts of your year,
There is no such way that your loses can be replaced so far.

So each year is a mystery year: as we always provide best wishes to each other,
So the New Years brings goodness of life to each other.
What we don't wish to each other is comforting someone with a loss of a loved one.

Now is the time in the New Year, to seek to move on,
Yet it is difficult when in your heart is your loved one,
People question the reason of loss,
But none will know the answers nether the less.

Poem Number - Warren, You Are Thought Of..... 11/7/2014

Your thoughts are with us in each & every day,

As you take time away and  be more happier every day,

All your mates at work are with you all the way,

So let’s hope that all your life good wishes come true,  as to say.

You’re a man that cheers up the ones that need cheering,

You’re a person that has suffered and come out strong,

You’re the one that talk of good and wants to rid all of wrong,

You’re the one that  is the best for me to learn from.

Your cheer for the winning team,

You help the ones that need that guidance and shine,

You straight talk to All Managers, Team Leaders and employees,

You are the fair  to everyone and the first to provide assistance.

You share your life experiences, with everyone around you,

You touch the old ones and even the young and new!

Your biggest strength is within your own self,

A man you are that even brings the best of pride to one self!

 

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 263 - Tears Of Joy - 3/2/1988

Today, while speaking to her parents on an overseas call,

My wife shedded some tears of joy that showed sadness,

This was so, because she has heard of such bad news,

That touched heart close to her heart of happiness.

To be disheartened by the news of her only alive brother, Sunil,

Losing his job as a service station attendant,

But to everyone’s affect: has now made his income to nil,

And so many other people are losing jobs and businesses.

Sadness by the military dictator, whom employs ex-criminals,

Expressions of country ownership in his small trained eyes: voices on his ground are heard around the world.

To anger the disappearing residents of the country of Fiji,

And leave the country to a bottomless pit of endless snakes.

Let the new leader of Fiji cause drunken fights,

Let the smiles be quickly wiped off people’s faces,

Let everyone suffer with hardship and shed every wet tears,

For the people that have loved your country are now of ‘you’ living and feeling fear.

Poem Number 253 - Is It Cricket? - 2/2/1988

To wear white on a mid summer night,

To have three pieces of wood with two bits living on top,

To be packed up for protection against bowlers,

To be hitting a cricket ball with a wooden cricket bat,

To make run or runs to a high point score.

Not to be bowled by a fast bowler or spinner,

Not to be caught in the slips, gully on outer field,

Not to be bowled without hitting the ball with the bat (LBW),

Not to be caught on a run out when deciding to go for a hard run.

Not to be caught off the glove or the hand,

To make a century runs or two,

To get all ten wickets without a run being scored,

To not agree with the empire’s decisions!

Is this cricket? Is this cricket season?

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Poem Number 242 - Satisfaction For A Price - 5/1/1998

Moonlight nights cooling this heated earth from boil,

The continuous wiping of hands from sweated foreheads,

The thought of the cold liquids being poured down, on one’s head,

Melting your body down to bloodless skin- left to relax.

The sudden touch of tiny drops of rain,

Brings the body to complete saturation,

With drying off for just a while,

Or take a long walk that is for a few miles.

To have what you want is not always that easy,

To want what you have is a dream of itself,

Us people, we need those wants everyday of our life,

To make every moment as happy: for a husband and wife.

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 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 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 201 - Mystery Past Love - 10/2/1987

Man:                What did make us break away,

                        Far from our fun loving days?

                        Was it too much love,

                        Spread between us?

Woman:           Oooh! Maybe if you rinse your sweet little face clean,

                        To show your true colors of your fresh skin,

                        Maybe, you’ll see clearly your self, in the shadows:

                        The torn deepen woods, in-between us.

                        Just think of the good times we had always had.

                        Never think of the worse, than that of the bad!

Man:                I feel shocked. I feel startled.

                        To hear those words, make me feel so guilty,

                        I must tie a hangman’s knot,

                        So that my head will be hanging from the noose:

                        Every swing I will have,

                        Will take more of my breath away, for me to die.

Woman:           Every swing will bring disaster!

                        Every breath is what you need to live!

                        Come and be cheerful with all the friends you have hiding from,

                        Come and be merry and let happiness shine upon you.

                        For best days of your bright future,

                        Will be awaiting beautiful maiden, ready for marriage!

poem Number 195 - Small Holiday - 7/1/1987

What a relief it feels, to go on a small holiday!

Away from al the paperwork of control and controversy,

And from the routine questions of daily problems,

Away from the perils of creating and solving mistakes.

Saying ‘Goodbye’ to everyone,

To tell them how long I’ll be,

To know that all might be in safe hands,

Is such a good feeling to me!

Poem Number 140 - The Hurstville Men - 25/7/1986

When can you ever talk sense to them,

They that sell the cover of a lifetime?

When can you ever joke with them,

They that you can relate to, today?

Form the very not so manly, 'Swordie'

Who cuts words into pieces with his lasting smile.

Is it true that “Dale”, is the black sheep in this family,

Who will point his finger at anyone, as an excuse for a drink?

Maybe the everlasting “Greg”, (or as commonly known ‘5 finger’s man’),

Who was named after a cricketer called, 'Chapelli'?

Can he discounted for his continuous laughs,

Which creates such havoc in the New South Wales branch Office?

Of course, there’s a 'Bevan', who keeps an eye or two on these men,

As he’s now counting the years, since he sold his first.

But for 'Shortie Davo' (otherwise known as ‘the man with the iron gun’),

There’s somebody you can ask for a beer and he’ll drink yours and you’ll think it’s fun.

There are probably a lot of words in or out of the dictionary, I would apply,

To ensure there’s no mucking around in this office of “The Hurstville Men”,

But at the moment, I can’t find one, but shall say this:

“You must never shout the word,’ beer’,

For they’ll run towards the nearest bar,

And serve one with the coldest gold mouthwatering, ‘hard drink’”. 

Poem Number 132 - Another Birthday - 16/7/1986

For him who drinks with no alcohol,

For him who left a girl and is working on another one,

For him to have a sense of humor of a comic,

For him to be always, so pleased and cheerful.

It is today for his another birthday,

As he said to me yesterday,

“Today, you are one year closer to mine,

But tomorrow you are one year further from mine.”

He could be called, “ The Mandarin Man”.

Or even so, “The disco kid”,

But with his sniffs, snuffles and coughs,

He’s great to talk too, not as a boss.

I thought I would never find such a good boss,

Yet, he does defend and attack for you, when decided.

One day, he’d look back on his life,

And count how many girls he could’ve turned too, to be his wife.

To the birthday-boy (or man),

Many happy returns for the rest of your years,

And many “Group discussions” of all subjects,

To do, like the, “Carry On Gang”: keep on laughing!

Poem Number 112 - Painless Virtues - 12/6/1986

There is no excuse for us to live happy,

There is no excuse for us to die and go to heaven,

It’s just so true,

And that is what we all go through.

You can’t have a beginning without the end,

You can’t have an end without a beginning.

The only thing you can have with sacrificing,

Is the middle: which represents your life.

There is no guess to what your life leads,

And there is no limit to what you can plead.

Relax and think of what, of whom, you’d like to be,

So that the way and direction, is in front of you.

Don’t get stale, by setting yourself for jail,

For you will be through tremendous amounts of hail.

Be extremely popular within yourself,

For the endless results will bring fortunes in your way.

Unresisting your brain from painless virtues,

Will rainbow a colorful pattern of you,

So that peace of mind endures,

And you can walk yourself, to Mother Nature’s pastures.

Be vigorous with enemies of one’s past,

And you’ll realize that life doesn’t go that fast.

For you will retort, for the kindness of your real friends,

Of who will never send you, going round the bend.

Poem Number 100 - Passionate Kisses - 23/5/1986

Sparkles of champagne, glistened in front of me,

The hot ‘Rock and Roll’ music, suddenly stops,

To me, the world is switched “Off”,

So all I can hear is Carla’s voice.

Softness and sweetness of her clear crystal words,

The words that ignite excitement within myself.

So calm, cool and relaxed is the atmosphere,

To find us celebrating Carla’s new job, here.

She pours more to me, while walking,

I take little notice and keep on sipping.

Her head spins around,

In her imagination.

It’s a night of two or three coffees,

To recover from the tipsiness.

That has made us share,

The joy of the passionate kisses of love.

Poem Number 91 -One Taken For A Ride - 20/3/1986

One suspicious night, I was asked,

To come along to a club crawl all night long.

Indeed, I did and boy wasn’t I delighted!

My memories of one person, still lingers on…………….

Sipping Coca-cola for the most of the night,

Our minds were concentrating on one thing.

From left to right, eyes pierced and watching on,

Every female cocasion human, with good looks for two.

The night was young, our bodies warmed up,

To match us with love’s surprise.

Three clubs we counted; one by one,

To end up in a result, of such fun.

Then when Lionel kept saying, “What a beauty!” or “You’re kidding!”

Upon my sight were two legs and a full moon,

(And that is what I had seen, from her back),

Unintended, I plumped myself with her, on the dancing floor.

There wasn’t any vibes at first, I felt,

It was just the echoing sound of the top-rod disco.

With repeated performance of dancing,

I then urged myself to look for a biro.

She (Deborah), said she would call me soon (within the next week),

But I haven’t heard. No telephone-ringing tune.

Once again, I have been taken for a ride,

There is nothing for me to hide. 

Poem Number 79 - Trust Is The Word - 20/10/1984

She’s so beautiful, in every way,

With nothing but sweet conversations with her, we share.

I’ll always feel so relaxed, as I have found my new love,

Which means something more than anything else.

She tells me. To go out and find another girl,

Then we go out…………….

But there is no way; I would do that at all to her.

Cause to myself, I would be shouted at!

A woman, so young and such a delight,

At least, I have found a lady so bright.

Blond, like the sun shining,

Onto the whole wide world,

I’d say, I’d keep on watching her “ Wayne”,

Lying right beside them, every single day.

Happier are the days for me, than ever before,

Since I met Barbara, nothing has ever seemed wrong.

There is this very distinct strong feeling, within myself,

Which tells me that we are going to be living together (In a while for a long time).

I have little to offer to her, except myself,

That may just seem a lot to her (well I hope it does!).

I will take care of her and her lovely child,

Even though, he may seem to be a little child.

Arrangements may be little to us,

As we both understand that passionate kissing and sexual love,

Would cure all disagreements, if there were any!

Life should not be made, on the basis of voices of yelling at each other.

Faithfulness, is our main aim,

There are a lot of miss marriages,

Caused by playing up behind your partners back,

This would make our lives, an extremely loveable one.

Trust is the word, which would be kept between us,

The confidence I have re-earned,

The only secrets we will share outside of us,

Is that magnetic attraction of love?

It’s a little over a week, we have met,

Yet, it feels that we have been going out, with each other for loner time,

For a great part of our life, no one needs to know, about all this,

Except the only two people in this world. Just you and me, Barbara! 

Poem Number 64 - What A Great Day! - 15/4/1984

Do you know that I should’ve been at my Dad’s birthday, today?

Do you know that I have just seen a new friend, today?

For a long time now, I’ve been trying to find out, myself,

I always believed that I was in search of myself,

But not all of this, maybe for the better!

Life is so short,

When you think some more about it.

But when your mind and body is at rest,

Enjoying this peace is not the worst.

May the sunshine all through the windows,

To make us, see right through the darkness.

May the whispering ghosts of yesterdays,

Speak out loud and be at your feet.

Be it, with or without good friends,

May you reign in your kingdom, forever and ever.

Think twice about hurt,

But don’t fall down into the dirt.

Be clean, neat and tidy,

Be courteous to anyone, you know.

Don’t be smart and put on a show!

Just be simply you.

As only you holds your own life in your hands. 

Poem Number 31 - Happier Are The Days..... - 29/12/1983

A woman is afraid of her man she weds,

Especially when the marriage is near.

But, if she is strong within herself,

Her man will be endowed to her, until infinity.

She enfires his life,

And then, she will forhow,

As she dreads the thoughts of monophobia,

When he is not with her, at times.

He shows courage, in all the things he does.

He makes decisions without conversing.

She accepts him, as he is,

As she knows that it’ll take time for improvement.

Happier are the days of both hearts, being content,

They’ll argue no more, for their own display.

Yet, the ball is always in the mans court,

To serve the righteous, for her return.

Poem Number 19 - Music - 2/11/1983

Every day of my life,

The music seems to play,

Whether the volume is on low or high,

It always seems to cheer me up, even all night.