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They call them value added taxes.
In New Zealand it is called Government service tax
and it is on everything.
I call them the unkindest taxes of all,
Any tax that punishes you for being kind to your neighbor,
Gives the tax man their cut if you pay for a homeless person's lunch,
Or takes a percentage of a a child's pocket money
Giving a reason to wonder, why they are not saving like they used to,
Finds me hard pressed to say anything positive in their favor.
Worst of all if anyone gets behind with a bill and must pay a penalty,
They want their share of that,
As for taking care of your assets,
These taxes make that task even harder.
Of course there is a way to avoid them,
If you don't mind begging,
Or living off a friend or relative.
The problem for government is compounded,
When they find the people who paid the value added tax need it back,
But administration costs have already taken some out.
When prices go up the value added tax brings in more,
Which means they have a choice between lower prices and less tax,
Or higher prices and more tax.
They said it would lead to everyone paying their fair share of tax,
So how come they are now looking at a capital gains tax as well,
See if you can make sense of it,
Because I refuse to let them start taxing my brain.
A Poem Of WW1
ANZAC Day
25th April 2018
Let’s have at Johnny Turk
Winston Churchill said,
We’ll secure the Dardanelles,
Keep our Russian trade fed.
His words so casually uttered
May have had to be eaten
Johnny Turk was well Generalled
And not so easily beaten.
The naval campaign to start
Was, at a price, repelled,
The following land invasion
Was resisted and held.
After eight cruel months
Our forces were withdrawn
Half a million dead and wounded
Left for both sides to mourn.
They came from India, New Zealand,
Australia, Canada, Europe as well
Only to leave their bones
In Gallipoli’s Hell.
And so it ended,
A campaign of disaster
With massive repercussion
Felt for so long after.
Constantinople never taken,
The Ottoman Empire in shreds,
Turkey arisen from the ashes which
Gallipoli General Attaturk led.
Words attributed to Attaturk
On a plaque overlooking the Bay
Honouring the dead of all Nations
Still stands to this very day.
Eighty one cemeteries and memorials
Now overlook that battle’s scene
The only mute and grim reminder
That a disastrous campaign had been.
And so we parade each year
To respect and honour the memories,
Of those that survived and those
Resting in foreign cemeteries.
This Poem was read out by Padre Ralph Catts, our Honorary Padre, at Hull Cenotaph ANZAC Day Parade. I had the honour of laying a wreath on behalf of Hull Veteran Support Centre. The Poem was written for the occaision.
I sat there as yet another
refugee looked at me
and ran me down
with the statement
Your ancestors invaded
Australia your ancestors
invaded New Zealand
yet what a racist statement
what is the difference today
with the refugees coming into
Australia what is the difference
with the refugees coming into
New Zealand
are you not escaping
the problems of your own country
just like our ancestors escaped theirs
my Ancestors where Scottish
wealthy landowners drove thousands
of Scottish people, off the land
thousands of Scottish people
Who had worked the land for centuries
had their land stolen from beneath their feet
"Chieftains became absentee landlords
interested only in the extraction of rents"
Blackfaced sheep were found
to be hardy enough to live
in the harsh conditions Of Scotlands
highlands
Thousands of Scottish people
that had ploughed the fields
and tended the crops
were driven from their homes
and had to face the daunting
sea voyage in cramped and miserable
conditions to face an un-tamed country
where people had no laws
where one wrong step
could destroy a persons life
New Zealand, where the Maori
had the own warriors skills
their own type of martial arts
where the welcome of the Maori
the Harka would scare a football team today
having been driven from their land
We all need food to survive
New Zealand was known as
the cannibal Islands of the South pacific
Now perhaps you want to re-write history
Yes it was your country
you have a right to be proud
of your Ancestors
wars broke out because
both sides did not understand
each other, wars broke out
because of greed, anger, love
but we also have a right
to be proud of our Ancestors
Men and woman going out to face
impossible risks
because they had no choice.
Rupert was coming home from school one day,
Yipee it’s raining again, lots of puddles he’d say,
He was wearing his wellies so jumped into each one,
Rupert just loved this weather and puddles a ton,
Every lunchtime Piglet trotted up to Ruperts school,
A clever little piglet, who was nobody’s fool,
Jumping, splashing, frolicking together and having fun,
They were drenched when they got home,
Mom said go upstairs and dry off otherwise
You will get sick and have no fun in the rain or sun.
Rupert's family lived in New Zealand, where it rains a lot,
Mom had made a steaming tasty stew, and Dot the little
Girl from next door, smelt it and ran to Rupert's mom’s door.
Piglet had his own stool, he quickly jumped up from the floor,
They finished their lunch and because the sun was shining,
Went outside to play, the ball went under a shrub, hurt and hiding
Was a Labrador pup. her leg looked broken, dot picked her up
Rupert ran to help as Piglet between his squeals, said this pup
Needs a doctor, so off they went to find Ruby the kind lady vet
This day was certainly not over yet.
Doc. Ruby was known as the best vet in the land,
She put the puppy’s paw gently in her hand,
Looked carefully, only a bad sprain Labby dear,
In a day or two you will be in the clear.
Rupert could never resist a climb, wow a bee hive,
I’v discovered on the same branch as me,
The bees were not happy with Rupert so near,
They started buzzing, get off there now, yelled Dot,
Rupert quickly jumped down, in fact did not
Realize how terrible
A bee sting could be,
Quite unbearable,
As he ran with the others,
As far away as they could.
Sally the Labby,
Lovingly licked Rupert's each and every sting,
Good doggy he said, I now feel no pain,
He began to skip and sing.
Luckily for our heroes, the bees as a swarm,
Did not give chase,
Unusual for bees what can I say,
Perhaps it had been a very busy day!
No-one will ever know, we secretly call
Ourselves, ‘Docs on the block’.
And as all good children, piglets, and lab puppies
Know, we should all be back home by 5.00 o’clock.
Rustic mountains
Through glaciations
Moulded this wonderful
Scottish Nation
Caledonian Forests
Covered our land
On our Western Islands
Golden beached sands
Glens and rivers
Cris cross our land
Glorious moors
Where the Highland Stag stands
Majestic and tall
Proud and might
This king of beasts
The most wonderful sight
Scenery to thrill
Heather-ed in purpled bloom
Look out any window
Its our own front room
Golden Eagles
Soar above these lands
Winged royalty
In their blue blooded strand
Our contribution to our modern world
Is all around us, read and learn
Logie Baird, with Television
Pedal Cycle, Kirkpatrick MacMillan
Medical marvel, Penicillin
In other Nations our touch has felt
Our Ancestors us, we Celts
For centuries we cast our nets
To further lands
We were always met
Friendly Scots in every way
Gave this world
A better say
America, Canada, New Zealand too
Us Scots are in me and you
Ancestral blood runs through our veins
The quite wonderful Scottish strain
Alba.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland.php
If this was any other country, it would make no sense
to discuss with children
what might happen if a gunman enters their classroom
But this is America
Home of the Guns that cost a fee
That take young lives with pride
Assault rifles for you and for me!
May the NRA and the violence live forever
Being a celebrity is worth it; the media is so clever
It’s not New Zealand who knew how to shut it down
Media was only allowed to say “a coward” in every town.
So the teacher thinks of the children first
And she lets them know it is okay to run.
Save yourselves! She tells them. Wanting the best for everyone.
She is in a wheelchair and does not want to slow them down.
We are carrying you! Says the youngest one, sometimes a class clown.
The teacher is stunned, that they have already discussed the possibility.
She has forgotten for a second that we live in the land of the fee.
Where the NRA and big business pays money to be in charge every day.
But she does not live in a senator’s mansion, so what can we say?
This is America, the home of the AK assault rifles.
Where we mow down little children while police wait in a hall.
Not responding to an hour of texts from children who are not four foot tall.
Jelly fish alien spaceship called the children from their beds.
My brother was the first one up, he tapped me on the head.
It’s eight o’clock I snarled at him, in a grouchy mood at best.
I was irritated because tomorrow is a fourth grade fraction test.
Come on! He hissed. Remember the dream we’ve had for so long?
Tide is up, the moon is full, and I can hear the alien’s children’s song.
My eyes opened wide and I looked straight into his big orbs of blue.
Are you sure it’s the one? I asked him. Is the faerie prophecy true?
We will never know unless you get dressed, he coaxed me but hush.
The jelly fish ship would not go without us, still we had better rush.
I put on my clothes hastily and we tiptoed down our house’s stair.
One step creaked, and we both held our breath, listening to the air.
Ran to the sea barefooted, and the aliens waved their happy wave.
Where do you want to go? The big one asked. His name was Mr. Dave.
We do not care, Italy maybe, Japan, New Zealand, and Kenya too?
Climbed aboard that jelly fish ship and traveled the world, just us two.
"Fathoms Deeper"
What are these strange creatures?
They swim in skins
not their own
calling us
into them
they amuse us
we are fathoms deeper
they
are a long way
from Home
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Swimming with orca in New Zealand, 2/3/2016.
https://youtu.be/JQ3mDXF3bcE
July, 2022. Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia.
Orcas.
Billy Bain, Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/865795424/videos/pcb.10166246143865425/1057112558247174
https://www.fisheries.noaa.gov/species/killer-whale
https://www.livescience.com/27431-orcas-killer-whales.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orca
Their lies on the West Coast of Scotland
A Kingdom that's rarely been seen
Where it's beauty radiates through ones eyes
Even closed you can only but dream
Natures gems thrive through seasonal change
Blessing colonies of sea faring birds
To witness the call of it's wilds
So many voices just have to be heard
Cordyline australis grace her lands
They are palm trees to you and me
A native from a land down under
Not Australia, New Zealand is where they be
This area where this Kingdom lies
With it's rugged and beautiful scenes
Freshwater lochs lure many anglers
To catch the fish of their dreams
Many visiting tourists, some in family trace
To discover where their ancestors be
Capturing snaps of their homelands, a past way of life
Filling the blanks of their family tree
Sporadic green forests of pine
With ferns and heathers, carpet the lands
Rugged juts off an earth from the past
Spewed through her juvenile glands
And this land through your eyes that you see
Is the Kingdom that's rarely seen
If you live here we call it Scourie
So beautiful in natures scheme
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-5.php
Anna Paquin
did cartwheels
for your attention
on a windy beach
in New Zealand
while you played, Helen.
Karekare beach is full
of mud, not music.
Harvey Keitel watched
and listened
and we all fell in love
with you, Miss Hunter.
You sway when you play
and close your eyes
to better enjoy
the moment.
I am also
“afraid of my will”
sometimes,
as you told your
husband, Sam Neill,
not through words, though.
Your corset came lose
and taut hair down,
only when you chose.
“The heart asks pleasure
first.”
Yes, Emily Dickenson,
“and those little anodynes
that deaden suffering.”
Michael Nyman wrote
the music
and played it
in the film.
The song
and poem
still echo
off the cold waves
and the not listening
North Beach.