Once I met a platypus;
I took her to my heart.
We held hands by the lake at night,
And flew kites in the park.

We drank red wine by moonlight,
And closer, by degrees,
Expressed our deepest feelings;
Explored our fantasies.

And then, as these things happen,
There came a happy day:
We took an ad out in The Times
Announcing progeny.

But outrage at the outcome -
Our beloved platy-pups -
Was front page in the tabloids!
What was the platy-fuss?

We gave the papers interviews,
We gave our truth and trust -
But still my Love was slandered
Just for being oviparous!

We formed an equal rights group.
We founded charities.
To educate, to celebrate
Our ovi-parity!

We swore a solemn, binding oath,
Between the two of us
The Wedding feast and party was
Quite monatrematous!


Uncle Mallangong was tearful;
Aunt Echidna was abeam:
The Boondaburra “Moonwalking”
Was something to be seen!

There were Joeys sloshed on cider,
Wombats smoking ****;
Emus snogging at the bar -
Koalas wild on speed!

For sickness, health; for poorer,
Or for great prosperity;
I will love and hold and cherish,
Through all adversity,

My nondarwinian lover;
My mutant, duck-billed Queen!
My unconventional ******;
My monotreme – my dream!

On wheels
On the road
Off our heads
City bound
Let's go bro
Let the adrenalin flow
In search of narcotics
On Devilment Row
Where the good don't go

Here dealers compete
In a threatening way
And if you're not bold
You better not stay
Young joeys surround you
On the carpark
But you ignore them
And head inside
The deals are better in there
Though the risks are higher
Amidst the heavy hitters

Thirty or forty
To pick and choose from
What ya sellin'?
What ya deals like?
Everyone's suspicious
And everyone's armed
There are people murdered
In this part of town
And nobody blinks an eye
And you know that when
You're that close to death
You feel so very much alive

                                     By Phil Roberts

Remembrance and photo albums.
Such items open up portals, to other souls, through time and space.
The moment where you were left there in a photo frame...
Is the place, where your heart recalls, that warm feeling of that time and embrace.
Family.
Lovers.
Past friends and newer foes....
Only the experience through these ages can one define us from those average joeys.
In the fields of hard times and the blackouts due to the Hysteria of Joy to Successes..
Opening up to a photo in an album can be the only force to make the one opening such, to "Confess.."
To one soul wishing to relive
The event and time that only the gift that a photo can give....
Helps us embrace and honor those we lost.
Understand our part in situations...
To understand how to comfort and honor one's strength during a loss.
The Photo in that photo album closes the portal to memories and "Astral Planes" in which we relive.
Moments in time. The gift that only  a photo in the photo album, such miracle of gifts, that only such portals in one's history can "sketches in history" give.

On wheels
On the road
Off our heads
City bound
Let's go bro
Let the adrenalin flow
In search of narcotics
On Devilment Row
Where the good don't go

Here dealers compete
In a threatening way
And if you're not bold
You better not stay
Young joeys surround you
On the carpark
But you ignore them
And head inside
The deals are better in there
Amidst the heavy dealers

Thirty or forty
To pick and choose from
What ya sellin'?
What ya deals like?
Everyone's suspicious
And everyone's armed
There are people murdered
In this part of town
And nobody blinks an eye
And you know that when
You're that close to death
You feel so very much alive

                                     By Phil Roberts

On wheels
On the road
Off our heads
City bound
Let's go bro
Let the adrenalin flow
In search of narcotics
On Devilment Row
Where the good don't go

Here dealers compete
In a threatening way
And if you're not bold
You better not stay
Young joeys surround you
On the carpark
But you ignore them
And head inside
The deals are better in there
Though the risks are higher
Amidst the heavy hitters

Thirty or forty
To pick and choose from
What ya sellin'?
What ya deals like?
Everyone's suspicious
And everyone's armed
There are people murdered
In this part of town
And nobody blinks an eye
And you know that when
You're that close to death
You feel so very much alive

                                     By Phil Roberts

Soaring  above the moonlit sky far above the constillation , peaking down through the white clouds of puff, watching as the stars drop from heaven.
What a world to be seen as I look down  from up above.
For  the mountains covered in snow caps there is so much beauty and the wildlife running so free. The elk strutting all around, the Rocky mountain big horns playing by hooking horns and then the Grizzly Bear  catching trout from the springs.   As I look into the oceans of water crystal clear , the whales, the sharks , and the amazing dolphins all  swim for miles, without a care or a fear.  All through the jungles of Africa , the Lions holding their thrones as the king's, the tigers waiting for their supper hiding  behind the rocks, let's not forget the gorillas and apes occupying the swinging branches of the trees,  through the muddy swamps,  where the saw grass grows and the Gators and snakes lurk. ,
Oh the beauty of the land down under, how I would love to take a walk about, as the kangaroos run freely carrying their little joeys, snuggled safely in their pouch. I've never been to France, I see the stories are true, as I'm looking down on the city of romance I picture me and you.
So much beauty and freedom, my view from up here.

They do say
the world is hanging
on the wire like a droplet!

Scheme of things of God
Face criticism
from those foolish minds
Who can't create
Even a single particle of dust
Or a particular piece of hair
Thought they rejoice and pride
In their successful science

No water in the blank future.
What an amazing irony.

People float on water
And it carries them
off the shore
Houses capsize in the lanes
And the elephants
keep sleeping

It is superstition

In the park
The grass wears
a new dress
With embroidery
of white pearls
The sparrows play and hop
On the shoulders
of young twigs
And the lizards slide
Down the backs of trees

Each day
I watch all these paintings
When it is sparkle here
And when it is dust

Why are all these happening?
Is it too superstition?

Nobody knows
When God
will stop sending
Infants and Joeys
Down the earth

At the moment
Things are happening
In their own way

Say the world
Is the biggest Everest
Say it is unshakeable
Without His behest

Joeys' say they want to push
him off the edge

so they saw the white cliffs of Dover
in air conditioned sedan

and they huffed and puffed
and dance around in circles

I see no one falling
I see a shrines sage in mirth
thanking God for all his Blessings

Joeys' are still at the cliff face
they swear they see a man falling
some have pushed so hard themselves
they now walk around with arms frozen
and pained looks on their faces with eggs on them