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Christine Watts Poem
Sunburnt Country
I love a sunburnt Aussie bloke, with great big, muscled arms,
His rugged well-built shoulders, and face with all its charms.
I love his thongs and singlet too, and stubby shorts you see,
His beer gut proudly hanging out, he is the one for me,
I love his Aussie greeting way “‘G’day mate” when we meet
His laugh so loud, make no mistake, you’ll know him in the street.
I love the Aussie Sheila too, she’s really trim and taught.
Long legs, tight skirt, big bust, great smile, a real good-looking sort.
I love her when she’s on the beach, bikini clad real brown,
Or when she meets her friends for lunch, all dressed up for the town.
I love her friendly way she says “G’day mate” when we meet
Her laugh so loud, make now mistake you’ll know her in the street.
I love an Aussie BBQ, with lamb chops, snags, and steak
And ‘Big Red’ sauce, a loaf of bread, some salads we do make.
I love the Aussie breakfast time with Vegemite on toast
Or Sunday lunch no better that an Aussie dinkum roast.
I love our wine and spirits too, but best is Aussie beer
It’s Fosters, Gold or Tooheys Blue, you won’t find soft drink here.
I love our sport, we watch a lot, of course we are the best,
We’re always fair, we understand, just better than the rest.
I love the Aussie rules we play, that’s football, not ping pong
And how the crowds call out real loud if the umpie gets it wrong.
I love the summer tennis too; it’s watched by young and old
Or a cricket match the Aussie way, dressed in the green and gold.
I love our patriotic style, the anthem that is sung
‘Advance Australia Fair’ I think, don’t know the words just hum.
I love our multi-cultural race, from lands quite near and far,
As a nation proud we do stand because that is who we are.
I love the freedom that we have, our wide brown land to roam
This place we call Australia; this place we call our home,
Christine ©
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Christine Watts Poem
My Muse and Me
When compelled to write I ask my muse
To give me inspiration please
Select the words for me to use
Together then we write with ease.
To give me inspiration please
I take my pen, her words process
Together then we write with ease
When written down will reassess.
I take my pen, her words process
A subject matter comes to mind
When written down will reassess
Correct and change some words I find.
A subject matter comes to mind
Shall then begin to take my time
Correct and change some words I find
Take care, ensue my words all rhyme.
Shall then begin to take my time
Together with my muse agree
Take care, ensure my words all rhyme
Be thankful that that my muse is me.
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Christine Watts Poem
An Aussie Bush Pee
Now! Have you ever tried to have a pee?
while squatting down and hiding in the bush.
But first, must pull your jeans and undies down
while all the time you’re showing off your toosh.
You grab your jeans and undies in one hand
to keep them out the way before you go.
While balanced in a squat your legs apart
you think you’re ready to then let it flow.
But! as it starts you then begin to squirt
it everywhere except upon the ground.
And then you realize you cannot stop
pee on your legs, your jeans, and all around.
You try to hold it back while you then change
position of your squat will be the plan.
You curse and swear, but then it squirts again
it’s time like this you wish you were a man.
Undo their zip and let it all hang out
before they start just hold it in their hand.
And then direct the flow just where they want
‘Cause they can take a pee while they still stand.
But no! For me I have to try and squat
on wobbly legs while trying not to fall.
Then as I go, I know I’ll wet my pants,
but how to stop it I have bugger all.
So! Next time when I am out in the bush
and need to pee; I’ll strip off all my clothes.
I’ll stand up straight, pretend I am a man
And maybe only pee upon my toes.
But wait! I have now found the perfect seat
that I can use when I need a bush pee.
No longer need to squat and squirt it out
I’ll take my new ‘bush dunny seat’ with me.
Christine ©
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Christine Watts Poem
“Hey, look there Jim, the young girl said
look at that rusty gate ahead?
Do you think we should go through?
I am game if you will too.
We’ll have to clear these sticks away
and find the latch, what’s that you say?
you don’t think we should touch the gate
what lies beyond might not be great.
Oh, come on Jim, don’t be a wuss
all it needs is one big push,
then once we’re through we’ll walk the road
it’s just your mind in overload.”
And as they heaved the gate it fell
releasing then the witches' spell,
a spell held bound until the day
this gate was opened by its prey.
But these two children did not see
what dangers lurked when innocently
without a care stepped through the gate
and with this action sealed their fate.
At first, they heard a rumbling sound
and swirling winds whipped all around,
they both were lifted up so high
and drawn so quickly through the sky.
And with a thud they were set down
inside a castle dark and brown.
both trembling, cold, and full of fear
“Just what had happened now we’re here?”
A voice they heard; a cackle low
the witch appeared to let them know,
they’d live with her forever more
no going back to life before.
“Your days will now be one of toil
you’ll cook and scrub, the cauldron boil,
Oh, how I’ve waited for this day
for foolish kids to come my way.”
The girl said “Jim, I should have heard
the warning in you spoken word,
don’t touch that gate just let it be
I wish I’d listened to your plea.”
A tear rolled down her cheek, then fell
upon the witch and broke her spell,
for witches cannot deal with tears
if splashed with one their spell it clears.
And with a whoosh away they went
back to the place were quickly sent,
behind that gate and set on ground
they both stood up and looked around.
“Where have we been? I can’t recall
but know that gate must never fall,
so quickly we must run away
I’ll not go through it, on this day.”
So, if you see a gate ahead
be careful now when through it tread,
take care with life and gates you fell
don’t end up in the witches' spell.
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Christine Watts Poem
The Burning Torch
My darling I am coming home, for you just wait and see
I didn’t drown that fateful day, into the deepest sea.
I hear you call me every night, you sit upon the porch
And wait for me now to return, I see your burning torch.
It started out like any day, the sea so calm, just right
Blue cloudless day, a gentle breeze blew on the mast so tight.
Good fishing had, now time to go, set sail for homeward bound
No worries had, for our return would be safe and sound.
Some clouds rolled in to blot the blue, the sea began to foam
We’d gone out miles to catch the best, before we turned for home.
The sailors all went to their place, dark clouds began to form
They knew the signs were ominous a brewing of a storm.
The nets reeled in, a thunder clap, then lightning sent a flare
With expert hands upon the deck, to panic would be rare.
The Captain spoke “now listen men, this storm put’s us to test
It seemed to come from no-where lads, just do your very best.
The clouds grew dark, the waves lashed out, the ship it bobbed about
With lightening flashing all around, loud thunder clapped, no doubt.
Our footing hard to keep on deck, all soaked from rain that poured
I did not see the big wave come, next we were overboard.
We thrashed about the raging sea; we watched the ship go down
Could this be really happening, I knew that I would drown.
My mind though strong, my body weak, ‘twas then I heard you shout
“Come back to me” but was too late, this angry sea won out.
And just as I was going down, again I heard your voice
Come back my love I need you here, don’t leave you have a choice.
I chose to stay right by your side and be your guiding light
From where I lie on oceans bed I see you every night
So yes my love I heard your call, upon that fateful day
And though you’re saddened by my loss, I have now this to say.
“Do not be sad my dearest one, do wipe away your tears
For I was with you in the past, will stay throughout your years.
Now as you sit upon the porch and gaze out to the sea
Keep searching for my ship’s return, one day you will see me.
You’ll see me smile. I’ll take you hand together we will go
To where life’s journey does return, and only we will know,
Christine
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Christine Watts Poem
I waited For Santa, I stayed up all night
I then saw the fat man, no undies in sight.
A bag he had hanging, t’was big red and bright
Ah yes I saw Santa, he swings left to right .
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Christine Watts Poem
A Perfect Family Storm
A perfect storm is brewing, against my family seas
Calm waters now are tossing to and fro.
It started with a rumble; grey clouds formed overhead
No sure from which direction it will blow.
Strong waves roll in and lash the shore, wetting all the sand
Should I then dare dip toes into the sea?
The undercurrent grip is strong, weakening my stand
From both sides now I feel the pull on me.
I fear a lightning strike is near, its flash a telling sign
Hear rumbling of the thunder overhead.
Sky clouds are black, this canopy bearing heavy rain,
These threatening signs have filled my soul with dread.
My tears like rain are running free, streaming down my face
My heart-felt sobs keep rising in my chest.
The elements beyond control, this time may not abate
I know I must stand strong to pass this test.
Past storms have come and gone away, seas return to calm
Bright sunny skies bring warmth upon the ground.
This hurricane seen forming now, the tide is rising fast
The waves too deep, I fear my futures drowned.
I cannot stop the surging swell, or breakers rushing in
Against the rocks I feel my body thrown.
The fury of the lashing winds, whipping at my soul
Could forever change the peace that I have known?
However, there’s a turning point; I see the weather change
Calm waters, flow instead of rushing tide.
The wind and rain, no longer lash, the sky is clear and bright
Together, have my family by my side.
Sometimes the outcome of a storm, is subject to its force
Destructive winds may tear apart your home.
A rebuild then the only way, to make foundations strong
Replace the shifting sands this time with stone.
Christine 2021
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Christine Watts Poem
At the Airport, waiting for the plane,
I look around and see
Heads all down, screens alight, conversation naught.
People sitting, concentrating, fingers flying,
No discussion, silently watching, no hello or goodbye.
Laptops open, Apps displaying, checking data shown
Facebook posting, message sending, emails answered too.
Chips are crunching; gum is popping, and eyes all down,
Earphones hanging, noiseless watching, I silently smile.
Unknown people, business minding, waiting patiently,
Silent sitting, people staring, no expression shown.
Books are open, pages turning, another chapter gone,
I am writing, quietly observing, time is ticking by
Anxiously waiting, stand or seated, lined up for the call.
Arms are crossing, legs are stretching, others pacing around,
Delay in boarding, steward calling, apologies announced.
People wriggling, children whining, boredom rising fast,
Glitch in system, technology failing, repairs still underway.
Times a ticking, people sighing, hoping not too long,
Boarding happening, bags now gathered, priority passengers called.
Gates have opened, people moving, stewards checking pass,
Seats now filling, belts all fastened, purring engine heard.
People chatting, lights are shining, doors are all closed,
Announcement broadcast, safety demo, wheels are rolling down.
Captain speaking, welcome given, lift off happening, too late now,
Sit relaxing; we are flying, finally homeward bound.
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Christine Watts Poem
GENDER BENDER
(Battle of the Sexes)
Today, I do admit I seem confused
About some common words that I have used.
I thought I was a female, not a male,
However now my gender must curtail.
Woke up today to see that I have changed,
You see my gender has been rearranged.
No longer can I call myself woman
However, pretty sure I am still human.
But can’t work out just what I’m meant to be,
If my pronoun excludes me, being she.
I’ve heard and read about this latest news,
And I’m supposed to now change all my views?
I’m not a ‘Birthing Parent’, I’m a mother,
Also, I am a sister to my brother.
I’m not somebody’s partner, I’m a wife,
An adult female woman during life.
My grandkids they all fondly call me nan,
An auntie of my sibling’s children clan.
I’m not a they or them or two or more,
Or any other ‘Woke’ term that’s for sure.
Do not remove my gender from the form,
Or tell me now that I must just conform.
We’ve let the P.C. rulers take control,
Pour language and our culture down their hole.
For wrong terms, names, or pronouns we’re advised
If used, then we should all apologize.
And gendered titles also now offend,
Instead of madam now I’m citizen.
Inclusive language guides have been released,
Identity Politics seems to have increased.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not adverse to change,
But it’s not their right to make me rearrange.
I know I’m not the only one out there,
Who sees the loud minority everywhere.
I think it’s really high time to complain,
And maybe start an anti-Woke campaign.
So please don’t try to change my gender sir,
Because I’m very happy being her.
I’ll stay a wife, a mother, and madam,
And Mrs, aunt, a lady, and woman.
And I don’t care who I may now offend
It is my right, My Gender to defend.
Christine
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Christine Watts Poem
Again, I take my pen in hand.
Bring words to mind, so I can plan.
Compose a verse quite fresh and new!
Deciding on what style to do?
Each letter then I will suggest,
Flows quickly through the alphabet.
Great, this shall give me loads of choice,
Hoping you out there hear my voice.
In-case you don’t I’ll write it down
Just to ensure you will not frown.
Kindly yes, I considered that,
Let me decide the right format.
Making the meter rhyme I say
No other style for me today.
Organised with this choice, just made,
Presuming brings me accolade.
Questions although could still be asked,
Reviews received could me unmask.
Still, I shall understand if you,
Turn aside and do not review.
Undecided? you may have heard,
Value now from my written word
Will bring a Merry Christmas too,
Xeroxed this now sending through.
Yes, lastly, I will cheer and say,
Zip-a dee- doo dah- zip-a-dee ay!
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