Hiding from brother

I was so very young
Grandma lived up the street
And smoked her cheap fags
Different world back then
Tobacco smell pervaded
Inside the house and out
Plants filled up the garden
First there were the veggies
Then fruit trees up the back
Outside toilet those days
Luckily it flushed though
Not just hole and bucket
With ivy climbing the walls
Trying to find the sky
Reaching up to the eaves
It was there I felt safe
First place I really did
Brother was a bully
Wise to keep out his way
In Grandma's crooked house
'Cos we were never friends
And no one else knew
Just her, me and her cat
She'd give me a cup of tea
Sometimes fruitcake too

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The Pest

Give that man a standing ovation

Just look what he’s done for this nation

He’s very well dressed

He’s feathered his nest

Says he’s doing his best

But wears a bullet proof vest

Give that man a standing ovation

Just look what he’s done for this nation

Our economy’s gone west

Our wages buy less

Now who would have guessed?

He’s on a world wide quest!

Give that man a standing ovation

Just look what he’s done for this nation

A new initiative? - just give it a rest

His policies are but a jest

Oh why are we so blessed?

How can we get rid of this pest?

Many years ago I wrote this short poem presumably annoyed at the performance of a politician in Australia. Needless to say all these years later I have forgotten which incompetent leader it was now. But times pass, wheels turn and heads roll and the sun comes up each morning to give us hope.

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You are my world

Are we the best of friends?
We chat a lot of course
You know I really care
We always write of love
Yet we have never touched
And not once have we yet kissed

No love songs have been sung
Nor promises yet made
Our eyes have not met once
Or felt each others warmth
To me, you are my world
An embrace should not be missed

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Lighting the fire

I couldn't believe it
That you could look at me
To smile with dancing eyes
My poor heart beat so fast

It was that glance of course
That sparkle of desire
Igniting my passion
Arousing me so much

And your half open lips
Sweet, moist and beckoning
Promising tender kisses
In passionate embrace

That need to feel your cheek
Soft as a silken thread
On my grateful fingers
As you accept my touch

My head lies on your breasts
I hear your heart beating
The rise and fall of your chest
You wrap me in your arms

We explore each other
Our breath matches our hearts
Beating that drum of desire
As we become just one

Holding each other close
Grinning at this wild love
That has been lit by us
We sleep now together

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The fountain

Some children were playing by the fountain in the town park. It had stopped running but they didn't as they circled the rim dipping their hands in the remaining water flicking it over each other and scampering away as kids do.

Meanwhile a rather rotund man accompanied by his wife also walked through the park presumably admiring the view stopping a few steps from the fountain and looked at it with disgust. “This is scandalous”, he said as presumably his one pleasure was to see the fountain spraying water from its jets as he made his regular walk through the park. His wife nodded in agreement as he continued expressing his displeasure at the inconvenience this had caused him.

Then I thought of the millions of people in the world that had no means of access to potable water for their needs. There women or children were having to walk miles to a water source to fill up their rusty cans or used plastic bottles with water from a well or other supply that may well be contaminated with sewage or chemicals and animals just to quench their thirst in their parched country.

Then I felt ashamed for this need not be the case for providing people with the basic necessities of life was not that expensive compared with the amount of money that the developed world spends of armaments, and luxuries, and food that is ultimately wasted and then thrown away.

We can send astronauts into space to the moon and probably to other planets too but we ignore the fact we can’t look after many people in this world properly despite our ability to do so. This is because we are just like that man in the park annoyed that the fountain in the park is not working and are completely mindless of our neighbours in need.

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Sadness fills my heart

Sadness fills my heart
As things change around me
I'm yesterday's man

I can still see well
But not what others now can
Future's not for me

What joy in the wild?
When birds and animals flee
Forests disappear

I love the wild surf
But plastic is washed on shore
And fish are long gone

The coral reef bleaches
Makes way for bulk carriers
Ugly commerce wins

Sand blows in my eyes
Rivers find not the ocean
My tears are no help

I'm yesterday's man
As things change around me
Sadness fills my heart

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Where I want to be

Linger longer lover do
In your trap I've now been snared
It's just where I want to be

Broken hearts I've caused a few
Loneliness I've had that too
Musicians write songs about me

Life's been peppered with mistakes
Everything done turned out bad 
But I'll not jump from cliff to sea

Nor will I yet walk the plank
Or revenge on others take
For you'll create a better me

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