Poem Number 265 - I Dream To Meet - 8/2/1988

Last night arrived my Aunty Lucette and Uncle Andre,

It will be the first time when I will meet them one night on Tuesday,

My heart is so excited: my eyes are so delighted,

For my wife and myself to be meeting more of our family.

Little do they know I am so pleased they are here,

To be joining a pert of their lives in our bi-centennial year,

For they that laughed so much, had so much fun looking after, Mamman”,

Brings out tears of joy that explode from my eyes.

At first it was cousin Catherine, whom was bubbly all inside,

Then Olivier was fun, good and naughty,

But now, today (or tomorrow) the dream I dream to meet my ‘Lucette’ and ‘Andre”,

Has arrived after years of lonesome no happiness.

Poem Number 264 - Rules - 5/2/1988

Everyday of each individual’s life in society,

We live upon rules and regulations that control us,

Even before we set our foot inside our front door,

There is an understanding, household rules we have to adhere too.

Poem Number 262 - Nonsense Poem - 3/2/1988

To sit in such a position to be replaced,

To be writing freely, in a free country with a free name,

To be listening to the hits of ‘Beach Boys’,

Singing, ‘I can hear the music’.

Such comfort, such beautifulness,

Such bullshit! Such messiness,

My fingers right digit hand is in little pain,

My thumb feels numb!

So why do I keep on writing?

Why do I feel so happy and content?

Why is my pen still flowing,

 Like the rivers flowing calmly like ‘Niagara falls’?

By now, usually I would fall myself to sleep and wake up to a time after midnight,

To find that my own record to write a total of poems in one day,

Has not been broken, but yesterday I did eight,

And tonight I write this nonsense poem.

Poem Number 263 - Tears Of Joy - 3/2/1988

Today, while speaking to her parents on an overseas call,

My wife shedded some tears of joy that showed sadness,

This was so, because she has heard of such bad news,

That touched heart close to her heart of happiness.

To be disheartened by the news of her only alive brother, Sunil,

Losing his job as a service station attendant,

But to everyone’s affect: has now made his income to nil,

And so many other people are losing jobs and businesses.

Sadness by the military dictator, whom employs ex-criminals,

Expressions of country ownership in his small trained eyes: voices on his ground are heard around the world.

To anger the disappearing residents of the country of Fiji,

And leave the country to a bottomless pit of endless snakes.

Let the new leader of Fiji cause drunken fights,

Let the smiles be quickly wiped off people’s faces,

Let everyone suffer with hardship and shed every wet tears,

For the people that have loved your country are now of ‘you’ living and feeling fear.

Poem Number 261 - Tears Or No Tears - 3/2/1988

As tears will drop from Nirmala’s cheek,

My eyes will be peeled to shining armour,

For the day to await this special day,

When a plane lands down in Sydney with her Mum, dad and Pretika.

Hugs will take up most of the emotions for the day,

Lost words, broken down conversation and different languages,

Will be the constant noises of voices whilst everyone gets to know each other,

A shake of the hand and may be a few kisses, I’ll give anyway.

For Nirmala it is a dream come true to reality,

A dream that has taken so many months for everyone to be re-united,

I won’t feel so excited and so emotional as Nirmala will,

Because they are my In-laws and I don’t know them that well.

I know that Nirmala has stopped counting the weeks and has gone to days,

And every few days I have been asked, ‘When are they coming to Australia?’

I just answer, ‘Why don’t you ring Michael up. He’ll tell you!’

‘No, do it for me. You haven’t spoken to Michael in a while!’

So I know how special,

This day will be to Nirmala,

Tears,

Or no tears!

Poem Number 260 - Dictionary Of Words - 3/21988

Locating a word in the dictionary,

Is easy to do if you know how to spell,

And you only search for it to get a better understanding,

Or the complete meaning of it, so you can relate it to someone else.

Poem Number 259 - As The Shepherds Will Flock.... - 3/2/1988

I say to you people of Christianity,

‘Let us all listen carefully with time in our hands,

Ears open to any minute noise of words spoken,

And with eyes enlightened with the words and gifts God gives us’.

My children and brothers, ‘It is so true, I heard,

That our society is not keeping up with the teaching of God,

Even by stopping for one minute of the day to give time to God,

Is this true that we are all blind: not seeing the buildings in our hearts collapse?

Dear children, it is not too late to do your bit everyday,

It is not up to the world to stop for you,

It is the choice of yours to find the right moment,

To give a little of your inexpensive life: to God’s honour.

Pray to God for complete forgiveness,

And pray for eternal peace to everyone on earth,

Pray love for all the people who are deep at heart,

Even the souls whom have departed from the earth.

If you don’t want to pray, then read a few verses from the bible,

To show understanding of God’s preaching of love and peace on earth, years ago.

Forgiving sins of everyone forever more,

Making the people in hearts grows rich, but health is poor.

For there are lots and lots of many ways and things to do,

But only you as God’s individual Christian can decide for self.

So bring the good news of God deeper into our world,

As the shepherds flock, until the good words are told.