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 212 - Daytime Dreams - 10/10/1987

Daytime dreams walking ‘around’ town all the times,

Imaginations of the past, present and the future,

Make us live a life of a nomad man,

Not finding the right way to lead our life on.

And there she is, walking on her own,

I want to go and ask her to come back to my own love home.

Yet I have never met her pretty face,

Maybe I should join the walking blind human race!

A strangled rope, I see right afore me,

My senseless life, I want to cut myself off,

But no sooner than my committed suicide attempt,

She had saved me from the darker side.

A walking kiss she gave to me,

Hugging me tight, not letting me go,

Laying me down to a sexual sleep,

She had stayed with me all night to morn. 

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 210 - Important Campaign - 15/9/1987

On the twenty-sixth of September, ninety eighty-seven,

There will be a Statewide Local Government Election.

And in the Municipal Election in Waverley,

The Liberal party will duly be elected.

For Richard Davidson who’ll win the Ward of Lawson,

For Jim Markham who’ll win the Ward of Waverley,

For Carolyn Markham who’ll win the Ward of Bondi,

And Derek Nathan who’ll win the Ward of Hunter.

They will all work hard in the important campaign,

To bring the promises of the party to the Waverley community,

To remember that all the promise of the last election,

Have been received well throughout the whole Municipality.

The Bondi Junction redevelopment program,

The Bondi Beach beautification to restore the buildings.

And to redevelop the Hotel of Bondi Beach for business and for tourism purposes,

But to the State government that had blocked this development ‘with rocks in their head’! 

Poem Number 172 - Walkers In The City - 14/9/1986

Mathew, I’ve only known though Paul,

Mathew Watson, oh so young and tall!

He ensures he keeps a blocked memory,

Of all girls and feminine acquaintances.

From the snobbish bitch of a kind,

He’ll know them from feet to their mind.

After the early hours of the morn,

Mat will sleep usually beyond dawn.

From waiter to a sales representative of records,

He’ll eventually do well for himself.

Just like silver coins changing to bright gold,

And he doesn’t like girls who are just bold.

For a country town folk of now,

He can certainly make a city fellow learn,

The difference of attitude and dress,

While the millions of walkers in the city, don’t careless! 

Poem Number 209 - Season Of Love - 8/4/1987

For is it the winter that sheds the tears,

Or is it the summer that makes those smiles?

For the everlasting life from life,

Is the result of how you live life today.

You and I will never for happy days evermore,

Nothing on earth will split us, far apart.

For we will count the good years of our relationship,

And never count the bad years: not even one.

For is it true, that I heard you love me so,

Or is it true, that there will be no love between us?

For God’s sake and for your own self,

Tell me your answer, oh, true heart of mine!

Poem Number 208 - Biological Making - 26/3/1987

The biological making of a complete dreamlike woman,

Is to the man not true to be, in the future to him.

His eyes sparkles at each individual woman’s appearance,

To generate madness and sexual excitement, of all.

The first look is the breast size,

(Or otherwise known as ‘Bust’),

To ensure that the breasts are fully grown,

To its fullest function.

Each woman has different sizes and shapes,

But all have the same body parts and functions.

The hair will grow or be cut in different stages,

This is good for the man to pull out.

The most important and special part is the vagina,

Or in slang words means, ‘ Cunt’.

This brings beautiful life to small wonderful babies,

This part is the start of biological study for scientists.

Genetics from both men and women,

Cannot be scientifically broken down.

Yet each day is bringing new developments,

Towards research and how each human is born.