Poem Number 143 - Scared - 28/7/1986

Emotions are such that make you feel happy and sad,

And at times, also sad,

How can I tell you how I feel?

It seems to me, sometimes unreal.

I do care and love you but how can I know, how long this will last?

But things change and time goes fast.

Yesterday, I was scared, “ will it or won’t it work out?” I asked myself,

The reply was to let time see itself out.

You say you love me,

But why is part of me, unbelieving.

I hope you will change my mind,

And make me see it is all you. All I need.

Will I ever see happiness that is what I ask myself, over and over again?

Till in my heart, it all starts to rain.

I feel that I do need to get away,

A place where there is no care or worry.

I do hope to get there in a hurry,

At the moment, I feel like a child, running wild.

I do believe it can last,

But things go so fast.

I feel you don’t still know the ‘real’ me,

I hope time will make you see,

The way to the heart,

That can tear apart emotions.

Should we fight about brutal things that don’t mean anything?

Maybe I still can’t control my feelings,

And so I will leave it up to you,

To see what you can do.

Poem Number 142 - The Bad Apple - 25/7/1986

Is there something that can make the world cry?

Isn’t there animosity amongst us all?

To shed a tear or two, on the outcries of us all,

To get rid of the bad apple amongst the others?

Poem Number 141 - The Sweet Kiss - 25/7/1986

May the thunderous clouds, stop to silence,

May the roof over our heads, stop leaking.

So that the living standards of us, improve,

To enable the ripening of our love wide, in time.

The one day of white aisles be prettied up,

To show the enormous love of the bride and groom.

With wedding bells and the chapel organ, still playing inside our heads,

Each day, each month and every single year.

Whether there’s be no page boys or flower girls,

No best man or any bridesmaids, standing close aside.

The special moments of slipping a ring on her finger,

And the sweet kiss will be remembered, forever and ever.

The purity of this day will never be forgotten,

And the service will leave, all with a smile.

To the two that have loved,

And loved together, they will do.

Such special occasions would never have been felt,

Such sweetness and adoration would have never been felt.

By this man and woman, who will always be cherishing,

Each other in their own special and discreet ways.

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 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 138 - Turned To Russians - 22/7/1986

Politicians making decisions,

Being criticized by us all, all the time.

The fear of guns, the fear of war,

Gets us worried, and start to make us talk.

Many times we talk of, murdering each other,

With no feelings, of passions at all.

We, as our own “Majors, Colonels and Generals”,

Are out to prove the point that you wanted too, art first.

Calm down al you hostile people,

Calm down to meet your peace.

There will be no “uranium war”,

Within Australia, at all.

We need Uranium, to protect our country,

To help defend and attack, so more.

These small groups of interruptive protesters,

Are just causing to be a nuisance in our society.

These I am led to believe,

Could be the “Underground Communists”,

Those are slowly working their way up,

The way up of parliamentary success.

At times there is mot much to be said,

Of these ‘Como’s', of which they are only humane.

But there is always the thought that we’ll all be ruined,
if our society is turned over to the Russians. 

Poem Number 137 - Taxation Time - 22/7/1986

Bring in all your financial return!

Bring in everything and don’t a burn!

For we want to explore, in your individual standards,

The kind of lifestyle you are currently living in.

All your personal details will be kept discreet,

But don’t blame us if the press leaks it out!

We’ll query every dollar you earn, every day,

So that there will be little refund or we’ll even ask you to pay us.

We don’t believe in tax dodgers,

Only the big ones we’ll only bother about.

But for the most cases we’ll take our time,

And record all on all: on our secret computers.

For once and only we’ll give no warnings,

For “law breakers,” it’ll take years for the courts to go through.

Mainly big dollar earners with lots of egg in their basket,

Are the main ones we concentrate on, to get our best.

So don’t be late to return your ‘return’,

And never forget to insert your correct figures.

So that we will issue a cheque of a little sum,

And there is no black mark, against your name.