Even in these days of isolation
There is still so much to find in life
For writing is my own occupation
For I am like a kid with a knife
Okay I've been writing many years
Telling tales from imagination
Or writing my history with some tears
Funny at school 'twas not my ambition
But when you start, then the words pour forth
Your memory then digs you in the ribs
For then the world's your oyster henceforth
Whether you tell it true or lots of fibs
How keen you are to read authors work
As writers learn much from each other
As inspiration for you brains murk
Then poems flow without any bother
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Here winter's knocking on the door
That's because we are upsidedown
Living down in Australia
Not that winter does us much harm
Apples, blueberries not dear
The heat has now gone from our days
But sun still lingers to please us
Reading books so times not wasted
As the years pinwheel spins around
Chocolate's at hand so I hear
While toasted muffins are a treat
We think a lot about the world
What have we done to cause such harm?
We've asked a lot the reason why
Death peers at us without a fear
Beautiful world it makes us cry
We always thought we knew it all
But question our own lives today?
That thought never comes to mind for
We've been checked by a scrutineer!
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First it was tourists in China
Then cruise ship with people on board
Now the whole world is upsidedown
Everyone wearing a scared frown
Corona virus now with us
It cares not just who it will kiss
Australia's response was swift
As the virus with stealth did drift
Face masks were worn but scorned by some
Gatherings were banned all over
Keeping safe distance was the rule
Mums worried sending kids to school
We were again fighting a war
Covid 19 was the enemy
Some of us fight but some don't care
Barbers closed; I can't cut my hair!
I dreamt I had butterfly wings
Flying from flower to flower
When I land the flower does shake
And so covers me with pollen
Taste the nectar which is so sweet
Flap my wings to find another
Doing so pollinate one more
The pretty flowers are so pleased
That they wave me a fond goodbye
So try to find another one
Same species of plant are the best
That havn't been touched by others
Or shaken by a gusty wind
Or breathed on by some animals
Careless of plants intent to breed
Waiting for right one to arrive
To pollinate each one of them
To wait one more year such bother
So all of us must play our parts
In this tale we help each other
Plant feeds one so can get pregnant
While pollinator's unaware
Who's fed by plant that needs his help
Transformed without smug lover!
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When I was young but nine years old
Falling for girl made me quite bold
She was cute and had stright blonde hair
Wanted to show how much I cared
So asked my Mum if she could find
A present to show that I'm kind
Mum found bracelet she did not wear
Gave it to me without a care
So I dared to visit May's house
Knocked the door felt small as a mouse
But who should come but May herself
She was surprised seeing myself
Said "I have a present for you"
Handed it to her, no ado
May puzzled what I had come for
Thanked me and quickly shut the door
Sometimes she might wave her hand
Close contact clearly wasn't planned
Both attended towns grammar school
Plenty of girls to make me drool
May smiled at me but that was all
My love was tennis and football
That's not quite true there were some girls
With long straight hair and some with curls
Now live in a country far from there
Life's been good and life's been fair
I've loved most girls I ever met
Such feeling quite without regret
Wed once, never regret that day
But still recall that day with May
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"Wait until your father gets home"
It was my wife's mother's comment
When her two daughters acted up
By behaving like little girls
Sadly when father did get home
They hid, lest he punish them both
For they were so frightened of him
She told me this soon after we were wed
I was never punished as a child
At least nothing I did not deserve
But then I was a mummy's boy
My father a sportsman when young
Keen for me play the sports he did
Just scolded, when I did something bad
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I am but an old man that lives in the past
I'm all alone and my years will not last
Of precious time, I've nearly spent it all
For soon I must give up life's precious cup
Sind my way to heaven or not wake up
Those dear meoraies now come flooding back
A strange childhood in midst of world war
When some foreign fools chose a battlefield
As this boy saw strange bombers in the sky
And grieving aunts for dead husbands did cry
Now food was scarce on our dining table
But gardens were planted with vegetables
I ate the leaves hedgerows to fill me up
Government gave free milk to kid at school
And a pre-war adverts us boys did drool
Crockery was chipped could not afford more
Such is the impact of a long lasting war
Once went to grandma's to see roses flower
Glorious yellow and pink blooms, such flair
Beauty that us boys were quite unaware
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