Regard " Those Good Old Days?'
Bring smiles in own ways,
Writing a book, Any Excuse,
Need my GSOH a'loose.
Went to football in past stage,
Good book, turn each page,
"The umpire's a cheat!"
"Yep, our goals incomplete!"
"Game plan's still the same!"
"Yes, our coach is to blame!"
"Let's go home!"
"Yeah, home we'll roam!"
"Leaving already?" Crowd roar,
"Spit the dummy, game's a bore!"
"See you next week!"
"At next game we'll peek,
Smiling now, I hit the sack,
Ignore football, top lifehack,
Well, that was a long book,
"Those Good Old Days, worth a sook!
My Aunty Stacey,
She's not very lacey,
She doesn't wear dresses,
Or have curly tresses,
She is never a sook,
But a really good cook,
Tough as nails,
Never fails,
I think you will find,
That she is very kind,
She had a ferret for a pet,
And three dogs are set,
Very happy in her house,
But sadly, no mouse,
She likes to walk the dogs,
Even in the fogs,
Her husband Rio is full of muscle,
And with us he likes to tussle,
Her friend Alisha is amazing,
We play until where hot and blazing,
Aunty Stacey there is nothing you lack,
I love you to the moon and back.
Yes, you are so good looking,
What's this plan you've got cooking?
You have lost your homework book?
Who'd believe this little sook?
A soldier
tottered towards the
path of the sea
searching for
only what heaven
can discern.
He's meant to
be at the battle
field kissing blood
spilted out of fury.
But here is he
ravaging like
a savage in his
own stranded land.
The turtle looked
beyond to get the
view of whose feet she
heard and discern his
motive.So did she
saw the soldier
clothed with
distress,looking like
an octupus,
swathed in fear
and unseen threats.
He had retreated
from the battle,
And sook to find
comfort in
the rages of waves.
18:01:04:14:59
"Many heed advices,
But neglect their heart devices."
They don't know that:
"A Man Thought is the duplicate of his sought."
1) He tells you to get a land,
And by now you're strand.
But because he told you to do,
You allowed your heart bound by his rule.
And at the expense of your freedom,
You allowed to be ushered into whoredom.
2) You've got two eggs in a basket,
And she told you: 'Put one in the casket'.
But you hear your inner man say 'It wouldn't be safe their'.
But for to please her you turned her deer.
And later you regret her counsel.
And sook the forsook counsel.
3)How long will you continue with this,
For how long will you have you fixed.?
To'n'fro like the wave of the sea,
You allowed yourself blown by the cruel wind.
Learn to be discipline,
Learn to do this thing.
"Learn to always stand on your feet,
Else your feet betray you fit!".
17:15:12:20:33
(This is my style of poetry! Ajosh! Style:
Starts with qoute,
numbered,
ends with a qoute!)...
Retirement and the remote control,
This sounds like a whinge in an ode,
Retired men and remote controls,
Includes, "Who gave old men phones?"
Is this what 'golden years' meant?
Defensible violence to retired men?
You'll be getting good manners for tea,
And not much more from me!
Don't you turn T-Rex on me!
I want a turn on that remote control, please,
You've turned into a sook and a toad,
My 'golden years' whinge in an ode!
Bawling Mouse
He sits in the corner
Of the house,
He is known as
The bawling mouse.
The cat stole
His piece of cheese,
That cat gobbles it
Down with ease.
I have tried to get
The mouse to stop crying,
He's a sook
There's no denying.
All day and all
Through the night,
That mouse won't
Give up the fight.
He acts like it's the last
Piece of cheese on the earth,
He's been throwing temper tantrums
Since his birth.
All he does is sit
In the corner and bawl,
He's driving me
Up the darn wall.
I'm going to give him
A piece of cheese,
Maybe that will shut him up
So we can all get some sleep.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.24/2004
Pickles Graham heard the woosh,
Amber liquid showered his moosch (face)
Startled by the sudden shower,
Aromatic pizzle power,
An Mooga Wilson going crook,
"What are you doing there Pickles,
At this time and hour?"
Empty piddle pot empowered,
Stop moaning theres no grounds ,
for a sook,
And now you've had your early shower,
A bath is all you took,
A sweeter smelling little flower,
So bugger off ole chook...
Don johnson
SEEMS Pickles was on dawn patrol in Dirranbandi
early in 1942, the Japanese were coming???
With mordant comments
he tries to geld a standpat
in a feminists' meet
and turns a sook
at tea break
--R.K.Singh
This you shall call into mind.
You are loved beyond doubt.
You are love by a love
That was tried and tested at Calvary,
A love too strong to be a fantasy.
You are loved to bloodshed,
You are loved to tribulation and trials.
You are loved by a just and loyal love,
A jealous yet Fair love.
You are loved by a compelling love,
Persuading you that
Neither death nor life,
Nor angels nor principalities,
Nor powers,
Nor things in the present,
Nor things to come,
Nor height nor depth,
Nor any other creature
Shall be able to separate you from that love.
A love so constant
A love that brings not to shame.
A love that sook you when you were lost
A love forgiving.
A love that bears all things
A love that endures.
This you shall call into mind,
You are loved beyond reasonable doubt
Going bush
So I suppose if the world explodes
With war and misery
I will go bush,
Atom bombs will push
Me away from the great city
Return to the fiftys lifestyle
Box of matches an a pocketknife
To live off the land
Be home again
Mongst Rabbit n Roo
without strife
Eat old sheep,
a feed for a week
Shrimp bucket will get me some….(pale prawns)
Drop a line in the creek
Yellow belly I seek
Or Codfish you’d only need one……like Groper
When Codfish does strike
He can snap your line tight
And jerk it out of your hand
Big buggers out there
A hundred pound, rare
Yet a hard battle to land
Dreaming of the old riverbank
With the Coolibahs overhead
Old snake stay away
I’m not here to play
Brown Froggy is mine to keep
He’ll catch me a Jew
a Yellow belly too
Codfish will snap all that creeps
So into the coals
near me billy of tea
goes the fish well covered to cook
eat him bit later with sweet potato
then into me swag I’m no sook (wuss)
Don Johnson
I'm selfish when I
Don't do what you want,
I'm a sook if I'm
Disliking what you do,
Pathetic when I
Say the way you are,
And a liar when I
Say these things are true.
~Written in 2003 (Monday, 10th, March) when I was fourteen.
There is no pain!just numb remains.
living inside and seeing clearly out!
Fear of the one who thinks you dumb!
blame?insane?have no doubts!
I never kissed the blarney stone.
I swallowed it in one sook!
never missed a beat!or owed a loan!
the dancing champion had this sudden stroke of luck!?
This madness I can feel in my heart,
overwhelming from the very start,
I feel like I'm going crazy,
this world is getting kind of hazy,
from this stark lonliness,
I see the sun,
I can feel the warmth,
this beating heart of mine,
with ice melting from its cold shell,
I breath,
a new breath of an old life,
feeling freedom in what they call love,
finally warming my bitter cold heart,
what is this madness that my heart holds,
but the love i desperatly sook,
that cradles my feeling with madness,
with a touch of insanity with it.
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