Today I went to the bank,
Smart remarks, drew a blank,
Walked away, fuming,
Hours late, resuming.
Perfect comeback, too late,
People aim to manipulate,
Provoke a response,
Futile, silly nongs!

Unschooling chicks and dudes,
Attitudes acquired in school,
No one is a perfect human, great,
Anyone can make dumb mistakes,
There's Darwin and evolution,
But ants and beavers---theory pollution,
And there's diverse ways of doing Maths,
Some teachers are pussycats,
So, from antediluvian schools,
We must unlearn some of those tools,
The attitudes acquired in schools,
Unschooling chicks and dudes.......

Cavalcade of companies,
Underpaying salaries,
Lucky country indeed,
Not good news to read,
So much for our economy,
Workers' entitlements, prithee,
Underpayment of salaries,
A dose of reality......

Lord, bless us with a wing and a prayer,
Guardian angels to shine on Earth here,
For all the folk down under, my dears,
Let angels pray for mendicants on charities and welfare,
For druggies and  their dealers, somewhere,
For these folk, not much Christmas cheer,
Lord, bless us with a wing and a prayer,
Guardian angels to pray for Peace on Earth this year,
Please guide wise leaders, our buccaneers,
Towards Peace on Earth, all of us, to steer,
For all humanity, angels pray, my dears,
Lord, bless us with a wing and prayer.

One fragment of my life,
I became a wife,
Nice day for a black wedding,
I 'achieved' the golden ring,
Did I marry for housework?
Is divorce all it's worth?
Way back when I was a wife,
One fragment of my life.

One singular sensation, my dears,
Can change your life in a flash, cheers,
Your luck can change one day,
May good fortune come our way.......

It was the Earth's dawning,
The beauty of nature forming,
No mankind has even yet been born,
And the wondrous nature formed,
All pristine, no footprints seen,
Time elapsed, no one to measure it,
Only natural wonders the globe to fit,
Then, there came the humans, that's that,
How to wreck our own habitats!
Sad, but true, now to rue,
What was our natural world to you?

Whinging is contagious around here,
I just never met Mr. Right, my dears,
But I have met some right players,
Like loverat Mr. Liar,
or Mr. *******, too bad,
Then there is Mr. *******,
Yes, whinging is contagious here,
Too bad I never met  Mr. Right, my dears,
Never mind, that's enough,
Being bullied toughens you up!

I, giraffe, stand long and tall,
Am I the tallest of you all?
I have such a long elegant neck,
I see above the crowds, by heck,
I can tower over you all,
I, giraffe, stand long and tall.

We three Kings of Orient aren't,
Three queens, we travel from afar,
We arrived on time,
fed sheep and swine,
Delivered the afterbirth,
Cooked food, and then made Peace on Earth, Oh....
(Sing chorus),
Star of wonder, star of light,
Star of royal beauty bright,

We didn't get lost going home,
We didn't leave Mary all alone,
We swept the stable,
Gave her soup in a ladle,
After the afterbirth,
We then made Peace on Earth, Oh....
We three Kings of Orient aren't,
Really three Queens, we came from afar,
We arrived on time,
Fed sheep and swine,
Delivered the baby at the birth,
Then we made Peace on Earth...Oh...
(Sing chorus).....

If only this dog could talk,
We'd chat as we went for walks,
Indeed, what would a dog say?
"Hello tree, how are you today?"
"Hello, each blade of grass,
Hope this walk's not my last."
"Hello, cute little poodle,
Puppies we could have oodles!"
But what would a poodle say?
"Just keep on walking, on your way!"

If the world was run on barter,
Free trade would be our charter,
We could trade in hypocrisy,
Racism, cant and war's futility,
To barter off for a kindly face,
And peaceful ways for the human race,
Lay down all weapons, for grace,
Peace armies to take their place,
If we could run the world on barter,
Those trades would be our charter.......

Yes, it's the Spring Racing Carnival again,
What a glorious sunny Spring day!
All the frocks are gathered to the fray,
Should I wear my fascinator again?
Need  I really wear all  this lingerie?
Look, my dress trimmed in broderie anglaise,
Here we are at the races again,
What horses? They don't rate,
Good excuse for best champagne,
Party frocks are gathered to the fray!

Wouldn't you like to be a 'fly on the wall',
What would be the best moment of all?
in history, when Jesus was born in a stall,
To behold the greatest miracle of all,
Be blessed, earthlings, for ever more!

There's a pattern in our days,
Drifting through the stage,
Some women get mixed up
With all the wrong people, tough,
It's called ***** dancing,
So-called romancing,
Their credibility zero,
Don't know no urban hero.....l

All this phony propaganda,
Media only spake to annoy ya,
Total delusions of grandeur,
Switch off! It disappears!
Manipulating, muckraking propaganda,
Phony emotional blackmail to annoy ya!

Paradox in a poem,
No rhyme or rhythm,
Time Lord aboard,
Across space and time,
Crossing all the lines,
Deep cold eons,
Between galaxies,
Spiral nebulae,
Glittering stars,
Beyond and afar,
Time Lord aboard,
Across space and time,
No reason, no rhyme.

Once were fake friends,
Away, they did wend,
Phony smiles and paper hearts,
Who cares, as we part,
Plastic people all gone,
Bitter taste can linger on,
These days I am believing
It's better to say, "No hard feelings."

He smiled with his eyes at me,
Is that a cliché to thee,
One for my treasury,
He smiled with his eyes at me.

What would be inspirational,
In a poem so devotional,
Imagine if humanity did trod,
To make a global City of God,
A world of reafforestation,
And lives of non-confrontation,
A whole new focus for every nation,
Brotherhood to be an illustration,
Yes, and planetary City of God,
Instead, onwards we all do plod....

Showers are here,
Summer this year,
Here are the showers,
Drowning my flowers,
Lovely showers,
Full of power,
Wash away my flowers,
Supposed to be showers,
Not pouring rain!
Storms here again,
Summer's early this year,
I scoff,
The  showers are here!

***--spell it as you like, any way,
His team played again today,
How do they lose so consistently,
Snatching defeat from the jaws of victory,
Now there's melancholia and doom,
He sulks alone in his empty room,
Ritual disembowelment of male gloom,
"Off to drown yourself, dear,"
"Never mind, one week at a time, cheers!"
"Yes, another rebuilding year!"
I can talk football too, my dears!

Look out, beware,
Watch it, take care!
Don't enter that church, dumb *******!
You'll end up right little witches,
Depends if you get a dud,
Don't accept such crud,
It's not your accountability,
For so called men's inadequacies,
Make it his problem, not yours,
Weddings can lead to divorce,
So don't go in that church, dumb *******!
You'll end up right little witches!

An observer would ask quietly,
Why do we write poetry?
We use illusion, in words to dazzle,
Our muse flows words, no hassles,
Each poem a fragment of society,
Writers always luminaries,
Beacons of a torch, to dazzle,
We scribble each verse, no hassles............

Let's design  new schools,
Where amity is a teaching tool,
One big family of friends,
Where Peace is the means to an end,
No bigotry, racism, or intolerance,
Hands circling the globe in platonic dance,
We still need to learn our literacy,
Not to mention our numeracy,
But we could design new schools,
Where Peace is the learning tool.......

A sweet song to be heard,
The garden's morning blackbird,
Hear its cheery chirps,
Maybe blackbirds hit the turps!
Why on Earth are they so chirpy?
It's 5am! Dirges are more worthy!

As we give free love away,
We'll get love back one day,
Like's God breath of feathers,
Our solace in stormy weather,
God's looks after each of us,
Serenely unconditional, no fuss,
God gives us all free love,
Not far away, shining above,
We dream, for what it's worth,
Perfect communion of souls on Earth,
Yes, boundless free love we all deserve,
As we give free love away,
We'll get free love back one day!

Once upon a lifetime,
An underage student in this rhyme,
I gazed at the cafeteria, great,
With thousands of folk, no one to relate,
It became a norm, I was never late,
Now such colleges are up to date,
Way back when, the good old days,
When carbohydrates were our fave,
Did all students get fat hips,
From eating hot pies and chips?
A land of confusion, so it appears,
An ivory tower of blue stockings, my dears.....
But chubby, let's face it, cheers!

Teens of Telstra, teens of Telstra,
Staff of team Telstra, they are stars,
To me they all look like teens,
Cutest things you've ever seen,
Oh, teens of Telstra, teens of Telstra,
Now there's collective bulimia,
As greys with phones enter their shop,
Under the counters, the teens do hop,
Teens of Telstra groan and moan,
"Who gave grey old farts mobile phones?"

Beam me up, she said,
Mary Poppins  I have read,
Pet advocate was she,
I'll feed my birds, signed me!

How to keep up with the Jones'?
Listen up for an old female's moans,
I'd love to have someone to trust and respect,
How did you get men like that, by heck?
I'd love to keep up with the Jones',
Listen up for more of my  moans,
I gaze at people hand in hand,
Wouldn't that be great and grand?
Listen up for an old female's moans,
How to keep up with the Jones'!

Malnutrition does not live here,
It's not emaciation villa, my dears,
Yes, it's  'cellulite is us',
We got fat, no need to fuss,
Life in emaciation villa, my dears,
Malnutrition so does not live here.....

Let's unite in our origin story,
From way back when in history,
It's all for humans, but not obligatory,
The spirit behind all faiths, you see,
It's up to you what you believe,
Our psyches touched by grace, prithee,
None of us are one trick ponies,
All to do with our origin story......

This is an ode for a friend,
Her love for her family has no end,
It's playtime with Grandma for
Her grandsons, "Let's play dinosaurs!"
Good for her, let's clap,
Her living legacy, two little chaps,
I bet they love Grandma heaps,
In their hearts her they'll keep,
Likewise, her family love  has no end,
Here's an ode for you, my friend....

Trick or treat, it's not Halloween,
Treats are days of peace, it seems,
Peace on Earth for the kids and teens,
They're the cutest things you've ever seen,
Treats of a reafforestation industry,
For our future generations to breathe,
We must lift our game, humanity,
Trick or treat, it's not Halloween.

Dear Youth of the Millenium, how are you?
What does our legacy mean to you?
We had ideals once, just like you,
Are you selling out to the system too?
Or maybe we just matured, you see,
Or was it the capitalistic economy?
We were the ones who stopped a war!
All ancient history, now times of yore,
Our ambitions we bequeath you, one day,
We hope the universe waits for you, on the way,
A letter to the future, over to you...
What does our legacy mean to you?

A message to the beloved,
Divinity streams from above,
He holds our hand like a glove,
His heart with a love forever young,
As another Christmas Day has begun,
He shall never grow old,
As we on Earth He enfolds,
Different love, a love divine,
Be blessed, beloved, for all time,
Merry Christmas to yours and mine!

Are you scared of ghosts?
Is one hiding under your toast?
What is that creaking sound?
Whoops, your poster just fell down!

I'm a lit. addict, I guess,
I read and write, no less,
In my room where  I don't confess,
Read, and keep on scribbling, eh,
Hope you'll read my verse one day.....

A hypothesis of learning,
What, indeed, are we earning?
Knowledge is what we're gaining,
Answers to questions burning,
A quest to advance our learning,
For solutions we are searching,
In our soul's deep yearnings,
Our futures should be more deserving,
Pass the baton on to the young,
Their life on Earth has just begun,
An endless search for learning,
What, indeed are we earning?

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.....

Here's a news item story,
Cost of housing, not such glory,
We all strive for the Great Oz dream,
In suburbia, is it what it seems?
Connect the dots here, folks,
Is affordability a  joke?
Has Dystopia taken command?
Who owns what so grand,
In Oz, Great Southern Land..........

This is the world of the ATM at lunch,
It swallows your bankcard with a munch,
Then, when the money appears,
Yell, "I won, I won, my dears!"

Really, there was no need to fuss,
I signed on with Yarn Anonymous,
Here I stand to confess,
I bought more wool, not less,
Then I did sign the pledge,
I took abstinence to the edge,
Here I stand and say,
I have not bought wool for ten whole days!

I hope you have a love like this,
It's like a lover's secret kiss,
More like an eternal bliss,
To feel like this, for you I wish,
In the quiet stillness of our hearts,
God's silent blessing, never apart,
A prayer on Earth, a faith,
Humble servants, as He sayeths,
A symbol of divine and vast,
Wishing for a Peace to last,
Praying for you, I wish.....
I hope you have a love like this!!

I opened an envelope, not so hard,
Within, from nicotine there was a greeting card,
"Hello, Earthling, how are you?
Did you notice I am missing you?
Do you ever miss your old pal too?
Do you ever yearn for a packet of friends?
But they're only friends till the packet ends,
Or, maybe, your lighter doesn't work,
So you get frantic, like a berk,
Do you ever miss old nicotine?
We were friends from when you were a teen,
What? You gave up smoking?
You're glad? You must be joking!
Well, I'll say goodbye to you,
Old nicotine is missing you,
I wondered if you missed me too...."

Here is a nonsense thought,
A really silly new sport,
Not the sport we were taught,
What about underwater tennis?
Hitting a serve would be a menace!
Then you could volley and lob,
Underwater ,what a hard job!
It's only a nonsense thought,
Can you invent a silly sport?

Back to school, no way!
After school, there's holidays,
Now we're old, sere and grey,
We're never going  to school dances again!

Waiting for nothing to happen, here,
That's the way I like it, dears,
Waiting for the status quo,
I really do not need to know,
I don't care why they carry on so,
Rivers of life, passing by,
Lovely day, I write and recline,
Waiting for nothing to happen here,
That's the way I like it, dears!

Here in my old lady's den,
I retreat and reflect, do you ken?
I can hide from everyone,
Introversion can be fun!
I scribble verse s I meditate,
I close the door and welcome faith,
Shhhh! Pray in silence, as our Bible sayeth!