Poem Number - Speak Out And Say! 14/1/2014

There is always a a reason to speak out and say,
Such importance  when to speak to the person/s and the time of day.
It can be said in various forms as long at the listener and receiver are near,
And so can be said  your words ares so spoken only to the ones with open ears.

For if you don't say what you have to say,
Then someone else might say it and say it in a different way.
For only you will know if it is the right time to speak and be heard,
And whether you need to speak again or like a shepherd listen.

Remain silent and others will speak together,
Speak out loud and the rest will be quite humble and not mumble,
Then will the dust build as down comes the feather,
They will watch and learns as it tumbles and tumbles.

Poem Number 197 - Bus Stop Woman Pick Up - 21/1/1987

This mood I was in just two days gone,

Brought out more guts, than I’ve ever had before.

The instantaneous thought, was like a band drummer…rolling on,

Rolling on…non-stop, from morning to dark.

Just one quick drink of bear I digested,

After that, I remember myself seating in the middle of a seat

Watching for any lonely, kind and good looking woman,

To sit next to me, so I could observe her, carefully.

And so it happened! It happened she was sitting on my right side,

And I perved at her, she displayed her legs.

Watching her seat, ‘Macdonald’s Nuggets’, one by one,

Yet her body was small enough for me to handle all over.

Her hair of brunette, showing of young woman still to grow,

And then her face appeared and showed me: AGED THIRTY.

But she, who I wouldn’t stop looking at (as my eyes were watery),

Kept on munching and eating away, anyway.

For a moment I had thought I lost her,

As she got up and  ‘Did the right thing!’

By disposing of her ‘Macdonald’s leftovers’,

In the nearest and closest, footpath rubbish bin.

Her actions, her body movements kept attracting my eyes,

As I thought of what conversation could I start on and say,

So that a dress would come true, to have her as my date,

Whilst the result of true love and bedding, be safe!

To caress her with my blue eyes,

To unwrap her warmly clothes,

To feel and touch her skins softness,

To make love to her in gentle ways.

I spoke and yet she heard,

I poked and yet she replied.

We both returned conversations to each other,

And then I asked if she’d accept a date, with me?

Well, with little shock to be seen on her face,

She answered with a sweet affirmative voice.

Quite a shock to hear, ‘Yes!’ I asked for her contact details,

Whilst she didn’t want mine, she completely denied for her to ring me.

Well, how did I feel, as I was first to get my bus?

Even when I had passed by the driver, inside the bus,

She raced to the front door of the bus; she passed over my forgotten brolly,

And in my own mind I said, 'Isn’t that a beaut, cute woman?'

Well, two days have since passed,

When I picked up this woman, at the bus stop.

Already, I’ve made my second approach using the phone,

And also she accepted a light date with me, next week.

Some people would say by now, ‘what a beautiful ending!’

But really it could be a start to an understanding, long lasting relationship,

Of one that would make either: break the others heart apart,

Or one of everlasting peace, love care for someone special. 

Poem Number 145 - A Mix Up, Never To Be - 29/7/1986

What happen to us last Sunday?

Could happen to anyone, at all.

At least we can say that,

That is was both of us to blame.

To meet at an agreeable time and place,

To ensure that we’d both are there on time,

It was the necessary arrangements, for us to both go out,

And to talk, eat, laugh and enjoy the game ahead.

It was to be our first time for us,

To go out and watch the big game of VFL.

But as things turned out,

We were to be there individually, on our own.

I didn’t like waiting too long for Carla,

But when I think about it, I should’ve,

Only twenty-five minutes waiting and then I decided to leave,

Poor Carla, arrived five minutes after and then left the SCG ground, as well.

Never once did I have in my mind,

A thought of Carla being at the SCG, as well.

I think that she thinks, that I was never there, at all.

To keep herself at complete rest,

To produce the proof that is true.

Well ‘Carla’, you better trust me in what I told you,

Cause I have complete faith in her, all through.

Next time, there’ll be no next time like that,

In fact, I’ll surely make sure of that.

We’ll meet near or at each other’s homes,

And not end up in a mix up, life that. 

Poem Number 139 - He Will Be By Her Side - 22/7/1986

The cream of life is the natural birth of mother’s nature,

While the parents watch in antipathy,

And the child enters the earth’s atmosphere,

Breathing with much little pressure, than an adult,

Is this child, a ‘One hundred percent”,

Perfectly fit, child of tomorrow?

Doe this child know what the world will offer,

Once he or she has grown to adult years?

The strength of men and the compassion of women,

A whole strength of life that offers a strong challenge,

As the seconds, minutes, hours, days, moths and years,

Shall test the sorrow by one drop of your tears.

Words will never cover the scenic picture,

Of a new born child of this day.

The mother-reaching climax of her nine-month pain,

To bring in a terrific result and reward, after tremendous inhaling of breathes.

The father has done his job, once she is found pregnant,

But the intense close care will bring them close,

To the extent that he will be by her side,

Watching and comforting her, in all that immense time. 

Poem Number 40 - Awaiting - 31/1/1984

Hearts are throbbing while the blood is circulating,

Minds are thoughtfully wondering, as they wait.

Hands are together: Mother, father, son and daughter,

This is the time to hope for the best.