In Aussie Gaols real men can be found standing for decency, the clemency resounds'
They intervene in bashings of younger men, there is more decency in stir; than
Among most pollos friends.. Mates i'm
Bowled over Lillie could not have hit
Me like this' Or marshy caught me out, you've
Really done the trick..' keeping young males safe from the worst acts of preds.'
Tonight i'll thank God..As I head off to bed
We can all learn something from real men
And 'true blues' hats off i demand it.' From
Real Australians the whole wotld through.'
It seems obvious to me
That we’ve been here before
But don’t ask me if I see
Who we were so long ago
I think many feel the same
Though they make of it a joke
Once I had a different name
Different tongue I spoke
Once you came down, dressed in satin
We went walking in the park
You bombarded me with Latin
Quoting Horace and Plutarch
You were laughing your head off
In the pouring rain
We were happy, weren’t we, love?
Bring it back again…
Routinely, like clockwork, like every morning,
I walk to my drive way and enter my pickup.
I start the engine and turn on the radio.
Immediately, horrific and unbelievable news.
I head off to work, not knowing what to expect.
I stare across the airfield of an airforce base.
Not the least surprised, airplanes are grounded.
I arrive at work in wonderment.
Our work highly depends on airplanes.
Today is a none typical 911 work day.
We are instructed to perform our normal
duties of pickups and deliveries, except,
'Do not take cargo to airport but report to
The yard at end of route'.
If I could meet you for one last time
I'd smile through the pain of losing you
As my tears start to fall, I'd look away
You're leaving, I understand you need to
I just need this last goodbye from you
This last memory of you I'll hold forever
I'll be a distant memory you never revisit
So I wish you the best in all you endeavor
My eyes would etch you forever into memory
Before you say nothing and quietly walk away
You head off in search of what lies ahead
as I do my best to live in our yesterday
No hug to say goodbye or a single word
Just a thick and heavy silence fills the air
I watch you walk away, praying you'll turn around
You don't even look back because you no longer care
As you depart and chase your happiness
My love I truly hope your future is bright
If I never love again I'll accept it gladly
I'll have you my last love every sleepless night.
I'm happily retired and I love
cruising or a beach holiday
and visiting other lands.
I always do research
before I head off
and immerse in
the culture
while I
can.
catching a fish is easy
getting the hook out of the mouth not so much
I feel guilty
wondering how much pain they are in
feeling sad
while at the same time
wanting to cut their head off
so those fish eyes will stop accusing me
My dog’s name is Thalia—
she barks when her tummy’s empty,
barks if she wants my attention,
and barks when a stranger wanders too near,
as if she owns the whole block.
One afternoon in the kitchen,
she just wouldn’t stop.
I figured—alright, food again—
so I scooped her a bowl.
But nope. Still barking her head off.
Curious, I went out to see what was going on.
And there she was—curled up on the sofa,
out cold, not a care in the world.
So… who was in my kitchen?
I was halfway to the car,
still trying to puzzle it out,
when a voice broke in—
“Wake up, Madison, we’re almost late!”
That’s when it hit me—
I’d been chasing a dream all along.
And like life itself,
it showed me that friends may be found anywhere,
but when the truth sinks in,
you see the ones who matter most
are those who’ve stood beside you
through thick and thin.
*For Tom Woody contest
Curiouser and curiouser thinks Alice.
Why must I always follow that rabbit?
Last time it didn’t work out well,
I must try to break the habit.
This time they’re on a spaceship
And she’s suddenly floating around.
Ever since they blasted off,
Her feet haven’t touched the ground.
But at least her height remains constant.
No more shrinking then growing.
But where Lewis Caroll is taking her,
There is no way of knowing.
The man in charge is Captain Kirk,
Who seems to be quite potty.
With a top hat with a label on
And a dog he refers to as ‘Scottie’.
They land on a distant planet,
You won’t have heard about,
Discovered by one Charles Dodgson,
With a silly name no doubt.
She steps out from the spaceship,
Wondering what she’ll find.
“That’s one small step for a girl,” she says,
“One giant leap for girlkind.”
She’s met by peculiar characters,
With even sillier names,
Who threaten to chop her head off,
If she doesn’t join in their games.
Then suddenly Alice wakes up.
It’s all been a dream if you please.
And she vows that tomorrow’s supper
Will not be bread and cheese.
‘Off with his head!’
(Richard III, Act 3, Scene 4)
knowing him no big loss
When he grows up he wants to be
a hero in a man’s army
He’ll join the war and fight the foe
to foreign shores he’ll gladly go
His sweetheart he will kiss farewell
his parents’ hearts will truly swell
He’ll proudly don his uniform
and head off to the gath’ring storm
But soon the smirk will leave his face
when bursts of bombs and missiles chase
him underground as scared as hell
He'll lose control, begin to yell…
Brave dreams give way to brutish war
~ no hero ever clamors for
Iambic Tetrameter ~
A part of the upper crust of society
I have never been
Methinks “down to earth” more accurately
Describes this old homosapien
No airs, no talking big, no flamboyant flair
Just little old simple me
Now that word “simple” can be misleading
I don't think I've ever been considered simple
In terms of brain power
But at the other end of the scale
Certainly never classified myself a genius either
Somewhere in the middle... an average joe
This is my comfort zone
In my teen years, I floundered around
Wondering what life had in store for me
Until I realized I had a flair for creativity
And in particular “graphic design”
I have never ever regretted my decision
To head off in that direction
In fact in my 80's I was still active
With a show of hands...
How many of you enjoyed the profession
To the degree that you never wanted to retire
Let's see, one, two, three... oh and another!
(Sunstones sunrise, 2024)
Sunstones
We head off into the middle of nowhere
To spend a night at Sunstones rock hounding site.
The afternoon sun beats down
As we wander around the desert
Looking for something to keep.
Like so many before us we scour the ground.
But without much expectation
Just being here is good enough.
And it’s a metaphor for something bigger
And much more profound.
If you don’t try to find and possess the perfect jewel
You can appreciate instead being surrounded
By millions of tiny gems
Each sparkling brilliantly in the light
And recognize this very ground as a pure land.
(5/12/24)
If I could have any profession in life what might that be
Perhaps a world leader so I could fix the economy
Maybe an astronaut, but probably not because I would look down on everyone
Although traveling through space might be a whole lot of fun
Or perhaps a tech leader to help advance new technology
Not going to work, I would be wrapped up in constant government bureaucracy
How about a doctor who tries to save people's lives
Long hours and stress, not sure I could survive
Being a professional athlete sounds like an exciting thing to do
But then a bad injury might occur, than I am through
So many choices out there I could choose to explore
In the end, I think I will just grab my lunch, head off to work, and not think of this anymore
At the foot of my bed is an alien but I try my best to pretend
It is a friendly stranger, a compassionate, almost new friend.
My husband wakes up and begins screaming his head off though.
His ability to see the good about aliens is downright narrow and low.
Rooster with attitude did a high karate kick
His partner flew through the barn so thick
Barely escaping a pitchfork and rake.
Screaming her head off, for sanity’s sake.
The rest of the barnyard animals turned away.
Not wanting to ruin their almost happy Tuesday.
Rooster with attitude tossed a sheep into a door.
Always a meanie said the cow Mrs. Forevermore.
Since he took lessons he has been impossible.
His arrogant head is filled with himself, I mean full.
Rooster’s partner waddled off, an angry old hen.
She’ll get him back, she has outlived three men.
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