I guess I am stoic,
And tolerant, is that heroic?
Is stoicism a good trait?
Or maybe I am stubborn, okay,
No one has to believe B.S.,
So stoicism is a virtue, I guess.....

Do we love the right way?
Does anyone really love anyway?
Intangible concept,
Abstract no less,
Love comes in different shapes and sizes,
Yes, feelings can be full of surprises,
Imperceptible feelings, let's say,
Philosophy from the aged,
Does anyone love the right way?

These are our millennial kids,
On them we should not keep lids,
As the future is for children,
Teach them to grow oxygen,
Else there'll be no air to breathe,
A dullton world one day, it seems,
Children grow up too fast,
Which generations shall breathe their last.........

Once there were tea ladies, with mystique,
Our morning thirsts, they did pique,
Broad of stern,
Trolleys of urns,
Lovely biscuits, sometimes cakes,
Morning pangs, they did slake,
Big happy smiles, tea lady's here,
Did we greet her with a silent cheer,
And by the way,
What was your name?
Where did you go to, bye,
Gone to make tea pots in the sky,
Once were tea ladies, with mystique,
Our morning thirsts, they did pique......

Too many thoughts can drag you down,
Smiling is allowed,
Hard times can test your faith,
Oh, melodrama of the grace,
The world is, indeed a stage,
As a famous bard did say,
But thoughts have a positive role,
Solutions appear to guys and dolls,
So, plebs, sit down and have a rest,
Positive ideas are creation's best!

Off to a distant planet,
In a spaceship with our best,
What would you take, Nasa?
What of our culture really matters?
Books of lit. and Maths,
Maybe faith, perhaps,
Music, art and maps,
Or a book of isms.
to start new religions,
or the history of the human race,
Send it all into outer space,
In a spaceship with our best,
Star trekkers one day, I guess,
Nasa's vast plan, no less......

I went to a local church,
Sat in a pew, like a perch,
But I pondered,
Gazing at folk a'yonder,
Where are all the kids?
Don't you know what Jesus did?
How to bring them to a church,
To sit and listen, on their perch,
Maybe a Gospel in graphics,
A hitech savvy for kids,
To meet a forever friend,
With a love that has no end,
What is the future of the church?
I ponder as I sit here on my perch.

Is this soliloquy fun?
Of good men, I'd like to meet just one,
Isn't snivelling fun?
There's a comedic part of this,
Inner whinese is a lovely chick,
How do oldies get proactive?
Soliloquy of an old woman,
To whom do you reach a hand?
You got the best of men,
I got the worst of men....
This is a soliloquy of one,
Isn't snivelling fun?

What is a doctor to you,
Is he your guru?
Or does he write a script,
Off to the pharmacist,
Symptoms he treats,
Do healers you meet?
Or does he turf and bounce,
Off for pathologist's amounts,
Then back to the doctor to you,
Is this your local guru?
Then does he turf and bounce,
off to a radiologist's amount,
Then it's all clear,
Good photos of your limbs here,
Time for poisoned jellybeans,
Modern medicine, it seems,
All with a copayment fee,
Is he your guru?
What is a doctor to you?

It may necessarily be so,
It may necessarily be so,
The things that you're liable
To read in the Bible,
May necessarily be so.
Moses was found in a stream,
True for the times, it seems,
They foundered kids in fields and streams,
For the crocodiles to take them,
Yes, Moses was found in a stream..
It may necessarily be so,
It may necessarily be so,
The things that your preacher,
Is liable to teach you,
Read it all in context, you know,
It may necessarily be so,
Jonah could have lived in a whale,
Yes, Jonah could have lived in a whale,
Not in the abdomen,
The gastric juices would have taken over,
But it could have been the mouth of the whale,
People were much smaller,
The whales were much larger,
May  necessarily be  so,
May  necessarily be so.
Then there's the parting of the Red Sea,
Chronologically sound, you see,
Thera erupted,
The Red Sea parted,
The Tsunami swept away the Egyptians and the Pharaoh,
May necessarily be so, don't you know,
We may be small plebs,
But oh my,.
We have a powerful God, don't you know,
The things that your preacher
is liable to teach you,
May necessarily be so....
May necessarily be so....
Yes, the things that you're liable
To read in the Bible,
May necessarily be so......

What is a bad habit?
Overthinking will do it,
So does participation,
In emotional manipulation,
Totally bad habits,
Overthinking does it!

What is a writer's block?
It does come as a shock,
When epic lit. grinds to a halt,
It is not the writer's fault,
How to express yourself,
Barriers to books on the shelf,
It's called a writer's block,
It does come as a shock.....

I was a'wondering,
If the angels are listening,
Do the atheists listen in?
Must be a dreadful din,
If all the angels listen in,
Cacophony for the seraphim!

Are we a sorority?
Empowering chicks, you see,
In a minor way, prithee,
This is a wish for thee,
All gals to achieve,
Their hopes and dreams,
Best wishes to the sorority......

Away from home,
I don't like to roam,
I like my bed,
Clean sheets yet,
Enough said,
Plumbing I like,
Not camping hikes,
Especially when it's hot,
Over that I've got,
Do like my internet,
Does this ******* hitech savvy get?
No, I don't like to roam
Away from home, sweet, home.

The world is watching and waiting,
We note Putin and Trump embracing,
Is it phony fear campaigning,
or into Armageddon we're racing?
Too many munitions we are creating,
So far, so good, is what I'm stating,
Why all this prevaricating?
No one should be participating,
Who is doing this manipulating?
The world is watching and waiting.......

It was the end of our days,
The closure of olden ways,
A real vintage train,
Souvenir of a passing parade,
A blast from the past,
We cheered as it rolled on, at last,
Shall we see those days again?
The revival of steam trains,
No, it was all part of change,
It was the end of our days,
The closure of olden ways.......

Poor little man!
It's like kicking a can,
Did your footy team lose?
Do you wish you had a *****?
Now you're a'sulking,
In your lair you are skulking,
Now no one loves you, churn,
Go down the garden and eat big fat worms,
Sad violins,
Pity parties for him.
His team did not win,
Wah!! Wah!!! Drama  mama man!
You poor little man!
OH!!

Is there a genuine Person X?
A true hero of the chicks, no less!
With buns of steel,
No urban heel,
A superhero dude,
With total attitude,
All for good, I suggest,
Like superman to bless,
God's gift to women he'd be,
Person X for the centuries,
Sounds like such a fantasy!
No one is perfect, I guess,
So much for meeting Person X!!

I pondered, alone, not lonely, like a cloud,
Is positivity still allowed?
I spied upon a distant hill,
A man who was a dipstick dill,
My kind of guy, I suggest,
I feel this poem does regress,
I keep feeding him, none the less,
I ponder on what is a man,
Not the end of the world, to him no hand,
I ponder, alone, not lonely, like a cloud,
Yes, other magic is still allowed.......

Here I sits, Nanna Julie,
Ready for birthday's hooley dooley!
In comes the little one,
Ten years old, party number one!
Give us a hug, she's a pearl,
"Take me to my grandma, girls!"

I reminisce on  books I've read,
What, indeed, was the best?
Instead of dull contemplation of the ex,
Consider enlightenment as Buddha's best,
Some hard times put your faith to the test,
Maybe the Beatitudes was the best,
Let's not be drama mamas yet!
Keeping on smiling for a peaceful bless!

Once there was Golgotha, when,
A God walked amongst men,
Is He coming back again?
He walks with our feet,
With our smiles He greets,
He works with our hands,
A friendship for many lands,
His ghost looks like His shroud of Turin,
Is He ever coming back again?

We meet again, so soon,
It's lovely to say hi to you,
Isn't it a beautiful day?
And by the way, what was your name?
The first time I forgot your face,
I'll just smile, bless you with grace....
It's so lovely to say hi to you,
Must chat again, toodledoo!

Today I feel self-contained,
Now I'm in my golden age,
As dear old Einstein would say,
The Earth moved, but the chicken stayed,
Chookas, adieu and good day!

A notion came to me,
While I sipped a restorative cuppatea,
That's all one word, prithee,
It does appear to me,
That atheists in Heaven hear us, you see,
This is a lovely cuppatea,
Yes, cuppatea's one word to me.......

The amicable divorce had kids,
Dear little tin lids,
Here's your new mummy,
No need to spit the dummy,
Now you've got a new dad,
Stop yelling, there's the lad,
Here today, gone tomorrow,
Each divorce brings its own sorrow,
You're such dear little tin lids,
Yes, the amicable divorce had kids!

No, we can't get enough,
Of our concept of love,
Fleeting glances, tough,
Drown in your eyes, love,
Do you want mouth to mouth,
Is there a snog for you, down south?
No, we can't get enough,
Of our own concept of love.....

Someone bullied me,
So I sent him a gift, you see,
Hoping he was on Facebook and Twitter,
I mailed him an envelope of glitter,
Worked like a charm,
Did his technology harm,
That was too bad,
Did so not feel bad,
So, next time you're on Facebook or Twitter,
Be careful, card might be full of glitter.....

Sometimes is great to unplug,
Technology is like a drug,
Hi tech savvy addiction,
Was it Microsoft's intentions?
Now I'll sit and muse,
Simple past times to amuse,
Back to replug,
Technology is a form of drug!

Inhale, exhale, okay!
All good here today,
Everything will turn out okay,
God holds the world in His hands today!

In the eye of the beholder,
Or should I say de listener?
The lucid muse of Mozart,
We're all human, though worlds apart,
Elvira Madigan's dreaming,
Mozart plays Mozart, so it's seeming,
Mozart in Heaven streaming
Into the ear of the de listener,
Of is it the eye of the beholder???????

Yes, it's International Women's Day,
Let's all celebrate our own day,
I didn't hear that, what did you say?
Oh, yes, I'm an f.....ing moll again,
Yes, in Oz, it's f....ing Molls' Day!
With our philosophies of molls,
Molls' non-participation protocols,
You know what great-grandma said?
"Bullies don't get!" get that in your head,
Yes, Molls' management rules, I say,
Let's celebrate International Women's Day,
Now in Oz, it's f.....ing Molls' day,
With a smile, of course, that's the way,
Smile, babes, this could be you one day!!!!

Some Oz towns sound quite ill,
Yes, there is a town called Rooty Hill,
Where quims are  waiting for the quills,
And everyone forgot the pill,
Lots of babes in Rooty Hill,
Heaps of girls for boys to till,
Only in Oz, could there be Rooty Hill,
Guess what folks do in Rooty Hill...
Let's all raise a glass, like a pack of dills,
Yes, it's beer o'clock in Rooty Hill!!!!!!

Is true religion,
Facing extinction?
Amazing  true love,\
Brotherhood from above,
Hands across the miles,
Smiles to last a while,
Oh, that was the intention.....
Is true religion,
Facing extinction?

When a woman footy player explodes,
Read about it in this little ode,
She is so 'over' the antediluvian,
She knows what to do, some man,
Cleats to his groin,
End of his sirloins,
Off to the pub she went,
His supper was a non event,
A loud, proud f....ing moll,
No antediluvian's little doll,
A woman footballer explodes...
Thus concludes this little ode......

I went to the library for epic lit,
I found some Clive Cusslers to pick,
No, "Dirk Pitt is a total *****!"
That is what this ******* thinks,
So I came home with yet more chick lit..........

I went to a town called Koroit,
I came home from Koroit,
At geography, so adroit,
It was Kismet in Koroit!

Once we were all a smoking,
COPD we were a'stoking,
Now we're all so aging,
Coughing, coughing, coughing,
Well, hello there, coffins!

Sublime, subliminal sublimation,
Fantasies of our creation,
Dream Lover? First contact!
Whispers of love we can't retract,
A world of our own,
Lovers never alone,
Fantasies of our creation,
Sublime, subliminal sublimation.......

Clothes may make a man,
Or, indeed, any woman,
Do you frock up to delight?
Are you a vampire of the night?
Do you look good? Perhaps,
Strut your stuff, chicks and chaps,
You wait till you get old,
You're invisible, you're told,
So, enjoy being young, so clever,
Bad luck, youth does not last ever!

Fresh is the air in the morning,
Flowers my garden are adorning,
Feral cats in the day are yawning,
Fun in your eyes I am adoring,
Friendship is our glory,
Full of maybe a new story,
Fantasies are for the creating,
"F" is the letter I am relating..........

If I could trade places,
Surround myself with new faces,
Maybe I could share my smiles,
With new friends across the miles,
To learn fresh customs and foods,
To acquire broader attitudes,
If we could all trade places,
There would no other 'races'.......

Despite proposals along the way,
I never married again,
One was a transvestite, gay,
He did have better lingerie,
I turned him away,
I never saw him again,
I wear menswear, you see,
I would have been Bridezilla in fleece,
I guess that would have been a release,
Married in fleece, beyond belief...........

What is it really like to be old?
Read along, and you'll be told,
Well, there's spectacles and hearing aids,
Also along the way, by the way,
There's dentures in glasses,
Zimmers on greys who want to make passes,
Then there's incontinence aids, bad hips,
Appointments at medical specialists,
Then you're off to the pharmacists,
To get all your scripts,
Then there's the alphabet song,
Read along, read along,
A is for Arthritis,
B is for Bursitis,
C is for Constipation,
Always a grey consternation,
D is for Diarrhoea,
And no doctor wants to know ya!
Finally, Z is for the big sleep at the end,
No wonder geriatrics go round the bend,
Yes, greys, these are our golden years,
Have fun learning, no need for tears!

Can you really believe this?
Italian melons of steel got her kiss,
She latched on to the newsagent man,
Of Chinese culture, he was her fan,
They planned their weddings back to back,
Both bride and groom to wear basic black,
In multicultural Melbourne, anything's possible,
Buddhas as bombonieres, indeed quite probable,
Yes, melons of steel finally got her blip!
Can you really believe all this!!!!

Imagine, Jesus here and now,
If He was here today, somehow,
Jesus' miracle of loaves and fishes,
The crowd wanting only gluten-free dishes,
And fish naturally mercury free,
Not canned salmon, prithee,
And the bread with soy and lecithin, you see,
And does Jesus do coffees as well?
A double soy decaf latte, extra hot, so swell!
Only from free range cows for thee!
Pesticide and chemical free,
Gotta be correct, politically,
Jesus' miracles in 2017........

There is a river of life and time,
I celebrate it in this rhyme,
A vast, flowing broad waterway,
We're swept along in a tide of days,
People floating far and near,
Ships in the nights, close and dear,
Then we all sort of float in lines,
There is a river of life and times.........

Decluttering was  my intention,
It was like a holiday detention,
But! I found such lots of things,
I couldn't part with anything,
Rummage and ye shall find,
More cupboards when I've got the time,
Cleaning house, not such a bore,
When decluttering is your chore........

Does time speed up as we age?
I gaze back at the end of the day,
To- do- lists are very helpful, I guess,
But very boring, I must suggest,
As kids we used to anticipate,
Time dragged on, it was never too late,
Then, a bend in time,
It's already supper time!