Poem Number 27 - Accidental Killing - 24/11/1983

Echo’s are in the mind, of the days of battle,

Men who are strong, with their guns they rattle.

Changing the colour of the soil, to red,

Imagining all the motionless bodies, just lying there “dead”>

It doesn’t matter, what sort of leader you are,

You would push your armed services to war, at any day.

You! Who controls the armed services, will not physically fight,

As all the rest of the real soldiers, will not make it back home, tonight.

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.

Poem Number 25 - Roses - 21/11/1983

In summer, the roses seem to die,

As the wind blows the sand away from the heart.

What makes time change and also the weather?

Like the farmer whose getting up, from early dawn to sow.

In winter, the roses stay deep red, a little longer,

As the dew from the morning, is ever kept.

Maybe, it’s the best time of the year for the rose to last,

But the stem reaches out so tall, as tall as a yacht mask.

Poem Number 24 - Hearts Of Love - 16/11/1983

The deep blue sea,

I can see in your eyes.

As the sun shines brightly, over your head,

And then, the sun is reflecting onto me.

I don’t like to see you unhappy, in anyway at all,

As I see the smiles on your faces, run away.

The splendour and the glory of our hearts of love,

As we’re really feeling happier, than all the clouds above.

I know that we’ve remembered all our cheerful times,

What we have shared, in our lives so far.

We both have the courage and the strength, to endure,

We are also young and also a loot more mature.

The days are gone, when we knew where we went wrong,

As the days are shedding, the darkness makes the light stronger.

Poem Number 23 - I'm Going Out - 16/11/1983

Lights turned on in the shadows of the dark,

Numbers of animals, running from Noah’s Arc.

Softly, the southerly blows on the windowpane,

My God there’s nobody else at home!

And for that, I don’t know for whom is to blame.

As waiting, the front door opens so fast,

I seem to worry as the time passes by

To whom or to where, do I search for my lovely girl?

I can hardly do, anything at this stage.

I jump to a sound of a ringing telephone,

As I Listen to the words that tell me, “ I’m going out!”

Quietly, awaiting for the woman, that I love,

Coming home and then, nothing do I hear.

I know, she has friends atat work,

Who talk and drink with her, everyday,

As I am her number one, 

Doesn't it (what she does) make me feel so swell!

A tap on the door and I assumed that it is her,

But as it turns out, it’s not her at all.

It is somebody else, trying to find out whether she is well,.

Now, I am starting to feel a little uneasy….

The cat wanders around, to see what’s anew,

Feel her I do, but she tells me more of what she needs.

The new duckling we have, is making a few quacks,

And also I am wondering, when she is coming back?

I finally receive another telephone call,

To tell me, to meet her down the local pub.

Thinking, how could I tell her?

That her mother was expecting us for dinner.

As I knew how tonight would’ve ended up,

A drinking night, for her.

But I felt our need was, for us to be at her mother’s house,

For we had not been there for a while work,

Who talk and drink with her, everyday,

As I am her number one,

Poem Number 22 - Weddings At The Scout Hall - 12/11/1983

Have you heard about our wedding plans, at all?

Do you think that we will include for young and for all?

We have definitely made our decision,

For a very good, well known reason,

“The Wedding will be at the First North Bondi Scout hall”.

When the Wedding bells start ringing,

Both man and woman will be singing.
Come to the gathering,

All our friends and relatives!

The pageboy and the flower girls,

The bridesmaids all dressed up in nice gowns,

They are all waiting to hear the music band,

And to see the future of ours, from strength to strength expand.

Poem Number 21 - Men Of The Future - 12/11/1983

The colder goes the winter,

The warmer the summer comes.

We are the children of the present,

And the parents of the future.

As our elders seem more wiser,

They aren’t definitely old timers,

As they open their ears, to hear us,

Their breathing slows them down.

It’s within themselves, to advise us,

In what to do, with our lives,

So we can live our lives,

Leaving them all the time….

That we can look at each other,

And be certain that we can live, a smother life.

For does a man, practice to criticize,

To a woman he loves? And she wants to survive.

Men of all nations, don’t you realize?

That a man’s love to a woman is a love of life.