Poem Number 193 - Self-Organised Blind Date - 31/12/1986

It t’was just a night or two ago,

I decided to call up an ex-girlfriend of the past.

And in so anxiously doing so,

I was just a wee bit saddened of her residential move.

Demanding for Lisa’s new residential details,

And with kindness and courteously, I got it!

Thinking twice before phoning the new phone number,

To hear Lisa reply with a little shock and a little anger.

And to my surprise, Lisa wasn’t there!

She had decided to stay at her parents place in Coonamble,

And she wouldn’t be returning to the flat,

Not for a month or little, so………

While a cheerful young lass kept conversationally: filling me in,

And then me, asking her little private questions to this lass,

And with laughs and cheers,

I asked Julie, whether she wanted to go out with me?

I’ve never asked some girl, I don’t know well,

To come out and have an enjoyable night.

Just a bunch of roses I will give,

No sexual desires no intimidations give her with!

Julie, however your looks are in everyone’s eyes,

My own eyes can see through this phone, in sweet pretty colors,

Shape, size and looks are not my main attraction in a girl,

It’s her talking voice and kind of personality, she shares. 

Poem Number 192 - Catherine: A Sweet Young Cousin - 6/12/1986

For Catherine with millions of smiles galore,

Is such a sweet young-minded cousin.

For I have not met all my cousins in or of France,

But for when I do, I will be keen to have more than a glance at Catherine.

As a sensible mature young lady of admirations,

Her traditional beauty is the good companionship she shares with everyone.

Her wonderful personality rises to show the kind and generous heart she was,

While comfortably laughing and enjoying family and good friendship.

With the wide range of interests and hobbies,

From tapestry-knitting, to the pleasure of horse-riding,

To reading, to bush walking (not on her own),

Catherine can bring a beautiful worldly picture, into the limelight.

Being a family girl since she was born,

To previously meeting her aunty and her cousins,

To keep on writing and talking to each one,

Until one day Catherine arrives here, to meet me.

I hope that that my vocabulary is quiet good,

I hope my character will show good.

I just really hope I don’t cry (with happiness),

When all: Catherine, Lucette and Andre arrive in Australia.

Poem Number 191 - Babies Of Parents - 16/10/1986

Today’s world would be laughed at,

If we weren’t to wear any clothes on or ‘bodies’.

There would be all sorts of different reactions,

From the complainers to the complimentary.

Babies would look after usual, to their parents,

But think of not washing any nappies or untouchable parts.

Whilst as they grow to an age of seven,

They will want to know about testicles and vaginas.

At the age of thirteen to fifteen, they want to start to experiment on sex,

Learning different ways of caressing tits and touching the other.

By the time they reach an eighteen age,

They’ll joke of the opposite sexes, untouchable frontage.

Whilst young men will for all times be peering, at all the same women,

The women would respond by going to hide.

At twenty-one, they’ll be anxious to bed a young woman,

So that a child of birth, could relive their habits.

Over thirties and forties are the times, when they don’t want experience,

All the men would want to do, is tell their young, of so………

Over fifties, don’t worry about other walking testicles and vaginas,

As at this stage, they have seen it all!!!!!!!!! 

Poem Number 190 - Silentness Combined With Reality - 14/10/1986

Stare at face you don’t know at all,

And you’ll get different reactions of each one.

Stare at faces you do not know so well,

Then it would mean ‘terrific’, for you.

To look at mouths of faces,

And see very little smiles expressing some joy,

You look around and what do you see?

Answer: down to earth, trodden down faces.

You search on the outlines of their cheekbones,

You search across to their dark hidden eyes,

You wait until they glance back at you,

Nothing on their faces will be enlightening us.

You search for positive feelings towards happiness,

And little response is your final return.

Not even one! Not one damned movement!

Just silentness combined with reality. 

Poem Number 189 - 'Goodbye To Carla' - 14/10/1986

Well, it’s been ‘Goodbye to Carla!’ for over one week,

For the six months that we had shared together,

Has given me a prolonged sense of lasting love,

At least, I can say she cheated me.

As a complete mature twenty-fiver,

I know that this breakdown was due to me, and how I felt.

That is, a feeling of not being tied down,

A feeling of being pushed, just to go out socializing on weekends.

I left her with hurt, but only just a small touch,

To be waiting upon her, hours upon hours.

With my total frustrations hitting the top, boiling point of water,

While revenge was given to her, by using her own medicine.

There is no hatred that is within myself, of her,

But there will always be remembrance of good times.

I would like her to be strong with herself,

Just like muscles flexing, in and out, by herself. 

Poem Number 188 - The 'Today' And 'Past' Friends - 13/10/1986

A true friend or a true evil-minded friend,

Is one of our prolonging constant thoughts, running inside our head.

When we look at the ‘today’ and the ‘past’ friends,

How many can we actually say are true blooded friends?

To answer this, is to think back to five or ten years ago,

And count slowly on your fingertips, the number of these ‘past’ friends.

Write them down, whether it is a hundred or one,

Include your wife, husband, parents, in-laws or partner.

Now do the same for your ‘today’ friends, carefully,

Write these down, whether it is a hundred or one.

If you’ve increased by a majority, you know that is because of growing up yourself:

You’ve changed your lifestyle and standards, leaving the real and only credit, to you!

Then again, if you’ve decreased by one or more,

You’ll have to lay your cards on the floor.

And talks to yourself, in why aren’t you satisfied.

If so, try changing your life to meet more people, so they bring happiness into your life. 

Poem Number 187 - Deserveth To Be Rewarded - 13/10/1986

A sudden softness of friendly love,

Has jus touched myself a few days a go.

Not a feeling of ultra wet unfresh kisses,

But the feeling of a feminine, caring person.

Teresa, of which we only met for a short time,

Is a woman of long-termed goals; all worked out.

A woman of completeness of direction,

A woman of which a loveable man should be with her, until eternity.

The fragrance of flowers, the touch of soft petals,

The looks of a warm climate and beautiful green country land.

The reality of a true blue woman,

Are the beautiful major qualities that ‘Theresa’ has, within all herself.

We cannot wait until we meet again,

On the first instance of remeeting, we’ll talk,

Talk in honesty. Talk of honesty.

And also the likeness, we’ll both share in.

For god said, ‘let man meet woman of the fruit,

And woman meet man of the bread.’

To mix the right fruit with the right bread,

It is up to you (as the individual), to persist and maintain God’s planned task.

For that we can only do so, by following one’s demand,

So that the pathway to the gate of heaven,

Will be open to those who choose the right path and believe in God,

“For they will reward who deserveth be rewarded’.