The Team
Life’s quest begins with natural talent to ascend,
On two legs in motion and words for communication.
With parental guidance and skill development by trial and error,
And observation and utilization of education as time progresses,
Every adventure is new and exciting as the senses are invigorated
And where leaps and bounds are greeted with self-satisfaction.
As years pass, physical and mental development focuses
On windows of opportunity that life offers for existence
Through failure and accomplishment in living experience.
Ambitions realized question rewards and behaviours
That require skill sets and demand continuous repetition
Until exhausted; success may not be the resulting accumulation.
The path to the summit requires effort and commitment
Of physical exertion, and mental capacity to attempt the challenge
With a methodical stratagem, deeper understanding, and patience.
Now is the time for reflection: “How did I arrive at this place in time?”
Many believed in your abilities; the joy and pain, setbacks and gains,
But you are not alone; a team coincides behind you every step of the way.
Should I head west to the piano,
And hear its beautiful music notes?
Should I turn right towards east,
Where I could find food to eat?
Should I satisfy my hunger or my feelings?
Take care of my body or my mind?
Should I choose to hear your words,
Which none of them were true at all.
Or judge by your personalities and characters?
By your actions and behaviours.
That was how confused I was,
Every time we were together.
Any way, there was nothing more to say,
Just wishing you a happy birthday,
On this Sunday, 2026 March the 8th.
Wherever you were and whatever you did.
Did you know what I missed most,
Your beautiful promises which you never delivered,
Your blue eyes and the way you gently troke your beards.
PS. One more message. Remember your book,
With its beautiful front cover, I looked and looked.
To protect your precious book,
I made a tote bag just to fit it,
Matched the color of the cover.
I read it so many times, pages after pages.
I only wanted to return it to its owner,
The author who wrote his life story.
And gave it to me on his last birthday.
Tell me, how I could return it to you JC.
2026.03.08, 35th birthday.
Today, Sunday, JC, it is your 35th BD
For sure, you will drink beers to celebrate.
Three cheers to you my dear.
From someone and everyone you knew
"Hiphip hooray, Hip hip hooray Hiphip hooray".
Did you know that according to Rudolf Steiner,
"One becomes a new person,
Body and mind every 7 years"
"One is wiser as one grows older".
Have you changed your beliefs and attitudes?
Improved your behaviours and become more mature.
I belief it should be now or sooner.
Otherwise, when you actually did,
I would no longer recognise or remember you,
Maybe, I would not even be around.
As I am now, one foot in the ground.
Any way, I wish to shout out aloud:
"JC, happy birthday to you,
May all your sweet dreams come true"
From me, who was grateful to you,
Then became very careful with you
And finally, so disappointed and frightened of you.
Anyway. Enjoy your special day.
My dear, happy birth day.
Do I have a present for you today?
Yes, by all means, it would be yours,
If you could get it.
I was sure you really liked and wanted it.
I meant it JC.
Goodbye my dear. Take care of yourself JC.
Feeling disillusioned with mankind
Disappointed and disgusted
At behaviours l have viewed of late
Leaving me thinking morality is done and dusted
Yesterday, my faith and belief in mankind
Was somewhat restored
By random acts from strangers
Where selflessness, compassion and kindness soared
Here's a more detailed approach
you don't need to be advised or coached
our behaviours
the love language we use
us together is a lovely mood
actively listening
trying to understand
showing concern
just holding hands
a kiss as a reference
understanding her needs
knowing her preference
the act of pursuing
with the intention of affection
being consistent in each
and every direction
nonbelligerency
48 minutes is
2880 seconds
Cryostat to
materials science,
plasma physics,
and reactor design
Terms that describe
Fusion decency
they had argued over the taste of sweetbreads
with her not willing to taste it
.So he said his wife had a different story.
He made mention of both price and referenced it to
the taste of chicken: she'd bite!
"She said I thought the waiters name was
Thymus!" " he said, who is Thymus?"Dolce Bap;
the high level of anticipation, show stopping caliber
The taste of Thymus"
25.04.08
Can your Highness give more promises?
So much more that they can be broken,
Minute by minute, day after day for decades.
Can your Highness stay away?
So far that I can't see your face,
That will really make my day.
Can your Highness make me blind?
So blind I can not see any lies.
Can your Highness make me deaf?
So deaf I can't hear a word what was said.
Can your Highness give me darkness,
So dark I need no more cover,
All the heinous behaviours in the world.
Can your Highness drown me in the stream?
Where it can wash away all my dreams.
Can your Highness grant me calmness?
So I won't react every time I was upset.
Can your Highness be nice and fair?
To prove you meant when you said you care.
Can your Highness hold me in your arms?
So when I was harmed, I can remain being calm.
Can your Highness forgive me?
For making your Highness
Out of your way to help me.
Can your Highness do me a favour?
A favour your Highness never done before.
Leave me alone to end all my sufferings.
Can your Highness please,
If you love me let me free,
Now your Highness has destroyed all the friendships,
They ended and can never be mended.
It crossed my mind, to leave your book at the Geelong station.
It could be found in the Lost Property department.
If you wanted to claim it back, you come and get it yourself.
Your book and the chocolate box weighed 1/2 a kilo.
The weight caused my walking steps heavy hence slow,
Thought they would be off my load,
As soon as I meet you on the train.
No, you played disappear game again.
This time, you will not stand a chance.
Please refrain yourself,
From using the same or any excuses.
You are now one year older,
Should be somehow wiser.
With your irresponsible behaviours
All you could get was some vouchers and dinner.
I did not care your excuses any more.
Just stay away from me,
I might be a loner, but I am not a loser
I have had plenty to share and give,
Only to those who deserved it.
If you have issues, keep them with you.
If you have problems, I did not want to hear them.
Today, 2025.3.09@08:46:00
Here I am again at Geelong.
Not only I am alone, but also unhappy.
My trip over the long weekends had been altered and changed,
Not by the weather nor a new plan,
Simply by some body who has no sense of responsibilities.
I shall not loose any of my time and energy,
On a person like this.
He gave me a book,
In which he described himself as a loner.
And disclosed so many of his unacceptable behaviours,
But not a word of his selfishness nor breaking promises characters.
By now, I am happy and relief,
Visiting one of my favourite beaches.
The Geelong icon, "Manningham" pier,
The newly built hook shaped Yarra Street pier,
In less than 90 minutes,
I shall be on my way to Apollo Bay.
I do not know if I am going to have big waves,
Which knocked me to the ground and hurt my knees,
I do not mind at all, because
I was not promised by the nature,
I will embrace what so ever,
Big or small, rough or gentle,
Not like some people,
Give you high hope and drop you like hot potato.
I knew I was a loner, but I will never be a loser.
We all started life a sheath of blank pages
Able to be shaped into anything.
Paper aeroplanes, an artist’s canvas, a library book.
Our parents determine what kind of paper we are
-Cardstock, coloured tissue or plain white sheets.
As we grow, our friends, our families, our teachers
Etch the ink into us,
Page by page, letter by letter
Building up our childhoods.
We felt everyone knew better than us,
(and perhaps they did)
So, we obeyed, listened and absorbed everything
-morals, actions, behaviours-
Until attentiveness turned into reticence,
Til compliance became blind trust.
We trusted everyone by our sides, trusted what they said,
What they told us to do.
Until we realised we shouldn’t.
Nobody had ever showed us
The callous hands that tore instead of turned,
Ripping out our pages for their own.
Nobody showed us what it felt like
To have your story stolen,
To feel oneself drown beneath another’s ink.
Now I have just one question
How do I rewrite what was burned?
Alienated into thinking I needed validation
Becoming a little rough on the edges
Cornered heart seeks originality
Diamond mind has been rusted
Emotional value is increasing
Fighting through it all
Grandiosity never came
Hi everyone, what shall we do next?
Interesting way of introducing,
Jeopardising oneself, making myself the clown.
Kind enough to reinvent itself
Limerence of fanatical behaviours
Mandatory to health, sought no one's friend
Night vision has been done for
Optimistic endeavours led me to figuring out
Past the ambience of melancholic order
Questioning self worth isnt for me.
Pink Flamingos
The only bird of the family Phoenicopteriformes
Is the “flame-coloured” flamingo, so named by the Spanish.
A wader on long legs with an arcuate filtering bill;
An eater of shrimp and algae that pigment feathers pink.
Posed confidently, balanced on one leg to conserve energy,
They display beauty and grace under an aura of innocence
In a relaxed atmosphere, appearing flirtatious,
Congregating in pats, and exhibiting social behaviours.
In spring, the birds participate in mating rituals
Of synchronized dance steps, marching in unison
With necks stretched, heads flagging, and wings flapping
To encourage nesting and pair bonding.
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Notes:
Phoenicopterus: "Phoenicopterus" is the Latin name for flamingo. Flamingo comes from the Portuguese or Spanish meaning “flame-coloured.”
Pat (aka Flamboyance): A "pat (aka flamboyance)" is a group of flamingos.
MEANING
Can meanings of words run out
A bit like when a battery is low
No longer quite able to sustain
The punch we’ve come to know
Now, like a devalued currency
Almost worthless copper coins
Once proud, yet now destitute
As the sad queue it finally joins
Maybe love is now such a word
Of deep feeling, a pale reflection
Once was used, but now abused
Unworthy of much introspection
It doesn’t even feel like evolution
As words get replaced by others
It is like a weakening generation
Always hiding under the covers
A subtle trend, but all’s not lost
If we might alter our behaviours
Trying more speech and singing
Could poets now be our saviours
Dear Paramedics…. With this poem I admire and honour you
For the occupation you have chosen
Doing a job that so many of us just couldn’t do
You are first on the scene
Dealing with behaviours, emotions ,wounds
Raw human reality of the ultimate extreme
Absolute panic ,violence, sadness, trauma
Complete devastation of the worse kind
Horrific situations and sights etched eternally in the mind
The job has many rewards l assume
Ones of gratitude,positive outcomes, births
Kindness and great appreciation for the Paramedics worth
Then there are the driving skills required
That alone a dangerous mammoth task
Getting to the scene quickly and safely…. not an easy ask
I have never required an ambulance
Nor had any involvement with one
Yet , l value the Paramedics role above and beyond
Accolades and recognition are more deserving
For the unbelievably important position you hold
What you do in our world is worth its weight in gold
I just want you to know how valued you are
Acknowledging and praising the great job you do
So from the bottom of my heart l say a massive “Thankyou”!!
It's a divine quality. It demands inner stasis
Iron-hard mind, petrified with pessimism, is altered
Ego gives way; generous grace cells form a fine basis.
Inauspicious elements of selfishness get faltered
As from freshly transplanted seedlings, there's transformation
Noble feelings, attitudes, and behaviours, like spring, thrive.
Resentment giving way to kindness, there's new creation
Elevated needs and enhanced optimism are alive
Sows hope-filled seeds of the future, decreasing depression
Like new wine in a new skin, angles of outlook alter
Repentance, reconciliation, and restoration
Lead to restitution and redemption with no falter.
Soul, like jubilant birds in the blue sky, is exultant
Within, divine graces, like flooding rivers, are abundant.
Who is happy this year?
Aries, getting to understand yourself causes better results.
Taurus, many reliable behaviours bring you much exults.
Gemini, cooperation with others leads you to the goal without fear.
Cancer, respectable people help you to reach your goal.
Leo, manage your time well, and you can get many good ends.
Virgo, confident action increases trust and support from friends.
Libra, your sincerity is effective in getting a good roll.
Scorpio, you need proven information to be victorious.
Sagittarius, clean up old things and start new things collectively.
Capricorn, enhancement of relationships affects the whole life.
Aquarius, constant self-improvement raises your ability glorious,
Pisces, be sure to make things one by one to harvest effectively.
Be careful, you can do anything but it's not always useful in strife.
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