Poem Number 222 - The Leader Of The Family - 28/10/1987

Decision making for another person I care for,

Is something that I haven’t had the chance to do before,

In some ways it makes you feel a little bit important,

But to be asked to do small jobs that end up with the decision feeling so good.

As a man of the future, marriage to the woman I dearly love,

I feel proud. I feel like the man I should have been years ago.

My pride is of my fiancé, who is perfect for me,

She pleases me to my hearts delight and stretches my daily smile.

To enquire of canceling her flight away,

To enquire of her important future employment,

To organize employment interviews, home dinner and togetherness sleep,

Is to pre-act the role of a true husband to mind.

How lovely it is to make the final assessment,

How unusual it is for me to make the important decision.

Does it mean that with my believe that a man is dominant,

When a man and a woman are in a deep relationship?

 I know that saying that, will cause the feminists to wonder,

They may think I’m a male chauvinistic bastard,

Let them think of whatever enters their mind,

For centuries, the man has always been ‘The leader of his family’.

Poem Number 61 - Corruption Or Not To Be Corrupted? - 27/3/1984

Are today’s issues of society, in question?
Yes. Corruption is within most of us.

Who would like to get things done in their own way, made easy?

But at the final end, all these people are all caught in the act.

An example of corruption, showing how it can occur, today:

            Mr. Beard is an employer,

            Who bribes his accountant,

            To increase his contributions.

            To extra pay his SP bookie,

            (For taxation purposes),

            And to claim on his return,

            For all robberies and breakings,

            Which aren’t true, to name each claim.

            Mr. Beard opens up new companies,

            Using all sorts of names, except his own.

   He buys up all the company shares.           

           

            His friends are all behind him, in all decisions made,

            And stand up for him, when he is questioned.

            The high-ranking officers, of one untrustworthy police                      force,

            Will not take him to court, as they are part of the goings on!

            The members of our local, state and federal governments,

            Will not make statements against Mr. Beard,

            As they will only confide with him,

            Because they know what reward, they’ll get.

            Friendly gestures, to shut people up,

   Questions may be asked, but no answers truly replied.

   One day in the future, one person will be killed,

   For brining out to the Public: all accounts of Mr. Beard.

  Mrs. Beard, not knowing what her husband has been up to,

 Will have to pay for all debts, which are overdue.

 The burial will be quiet,

 All those who kept to themselves, will shut up!

Poem Number 43 - Morning Of Fury - 1/2/1984

Why is it thought to be a liar?

Is it that, she wants to cause a riot?

I’ll take the blame to ease the peace and quiet,

For I am not a person, to get upset over small things.

Small lies, I am told I make.

God, please give me a bloody drink!

For I cannot believe that I’m a liar,

I am an honest man, with no lies up my sleeves.

Take it out on me, as you usually do,

Why not pick on me and let’s have a blue?

As strong as you think you are,

I have found out, of your weak points.

You can pick on me, forever and ever,

Until you find out, that you are wrong

Poem Number 28 - Consequences: All In One - 16/12/1983

It was early one morn,

I woke up one dawn,

And I couldn’t find my misses,

Suddenly, I remembered she was in hospital.

Oh! The prayers I had prayed, the night before,

It was like God, knocking on the front door.

As the thoughts of her operation, floated in my head,

And I’ll see her in the arvo, crook-looking in bed.

Little did I know, what had been done,

So I went right out of my own way, and ignored her mum,

What I surprised to know, what I had done?

I know, I wasn’t. And I was ashamed at once.

Stupid! Stupid! Poor old me!

I didn’t seem to listen to anyone at all.

I hope no one dislikes me, for what I had done,

As I realized the consequences: all in one.

To my fiancé, I do apologize,

For making you angry.

It’s not what you need,

Even the same for me, to see you cry.

I know I said, “I’ll never do it again! Before,

I will change,

To suit you better,

And start from the beginning, again.

Poem Number 26 - Thankyou (Mother-in-law) - 22/11/1983

Something’s bothering my mind, tonight,

Everything seems to be better, for me.

As you listen to the clock, ticking in my heart,

Pounding stronger and stronger, forever and ever.

“Thank-you Mother-in-law, for all the kind words, you have said to me.”

I know that you will always know,

How I feel at any time.

Advice, laughter and criticism, is what I need from you,

“Thank you Mother-in-law,” for all.

Then again, my real mother doesn’t understand,

She doesn’t really like the way; I’m living my life.

She’s prayed and prayed, in all her days of recent,

For me, not to marry 'Michelle', at all.

One day, she’ll wake up and then realize,

The harm she has done to Michelle and my own life.

Then there will be, nothing left for her to be happy,

As of course, she has done all the damage by now.