In our family, we have green thumbs,
We've grown our share of oxygen,
Now if every pleb had  a green thumb,
They could grow gardens of oxygen!

Here is my home, swell,
It is where  I do dwell,
I fit into this 'burb real well,
In summer, hot as hell,
I sit here with my coffee,
To gaze at society,
You do appear strange to me,
Want to know what I think about thee?
My home is here, all is well,
I fit into my little town real swell!

Trees can talk, you know,
Trees resound in their glow,
The wind softly leaves and sighs,
Trees bless passers-by,
Trees have voices of shade,
Trees do chat in their glades,
No one to listen, so
Trees can talk, you know.....

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......

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........

Yes, sad but true,
Is this real to you?
I have earworms, do you?
Songs in my brain,
On my thought train,
I sing along every day,
Earworms on my brain, Yah!

Let's reflect on endless information,
Is there, indeed, malicious intention
In Microsoft's and Apple's inventions?
Humans hooked on technology,
We're turning into cyborgs, you see,
I write this verse digitally,
For cyborg poets to read,
Do we accept this as part of change,
This world shall never be the same,
I guess this is the cyborg way.......

A nether world of online dating,
With new suitors to be relating,
I seem to attract unsuitable suitors,
Unsuitable kisses from my 'lovers'!
How tactile, passionate and sincere,
I wonder who is real on this website here?
Ah! Unsuitable kiss from an online love,
"Does he mean what he says?" I ask above,
Should I swoon and hurl my knickers,
Do I, or the suitor, end up in snickers?
With progress I am updating,
With new suitors to be relating...
"Hooley dooley!" that's what I'm stating......

To be a greenie or not,
What to plant in this plot?
So you can chop it off,
I feel like tree hugging,
Chainsaws are me bugging,
I guess we agree to disagree,
I want to be a greenie!
House divided by you and me!

If we could chat to a film hero,
Would we learn more than zero?
Let's say we talk to Robin Hood,
Was he really all that good?
Romping around in hosiery in the woods,
Was Robin Hood, in bed, really so good?
What about Maid Marian in that snood?
Did she have more than a fling?
With his archer's sling?
Stuff of legends, film stars,
History of those days afar.......

Is google a boon,
Or controlling our doom?
Google to the rescue,
Next browse in our view,
Time to print,
Another forest extinct,
Let's rescue each other,
Google as Big Brother,
Next to browse to my view,
Yes, google to the rescue!

C'est la guerre, c'est la guerre,
Who's being manipulated, him or her?
How do you spell futile?
Give up bullying meanwhile,
C'est la guerre, c'est la guerre,
Who's being manipulated, him or her?

Here's an ode to make us laugh,
Boomers resilient to the last,
Survived high school in  the sixties,
Where we learnt cookery,
Girls did not have *****,
Couldn't do woodwork, over it!
Instead, made a pudding of suet,
Fat, fat, fat, eating to rue it!

A day of solemnity,
A day of piety,
For a God of Truth,
Is the Shroud His proof?
Jesus gave up the ghost and passed,
Let's worship this long gone past,
Peaceful and sorrowful for Christians,
Sacrifice for all us humans,
A day of inspiration.
Our one day of sad contemplation,
On  Good Friday,
Let us pray.......

Hello, and Hell, PM, this is 2017,
Your medieval view is our scene,
It's the future for the young, their stage,
Do you want them all to live in the Stone Age?
It's called Liberal surreality, no less,
When's the next election? Guess!
Even poor people can vote one day,
A little humility goes a long way.....

Yes, today I travel to an isle,
I'll linger on here a while,
It's a magical isle for poets,
We're all misfits, and we know it,
Our muse shrouded in mists and fogs,
One  isle for our mystical blogs,
I'll linger here a while,
Our misfit poets' fair isle..........

In a museum of the future scene,
A retrospective of 2017,
What will it feature to be seen?
Lands of racism and hostilities,
Political puppets, cant evergreen,
Any good news for the future scene,
How can we change 2017?

Oh, great horsemother in the sky,
Here is a question from a bard such as I,
Are you shooting a racing vet today?
Another horse was destroyed for gain,
This is, of course,
A personal hobby horse,
If a horse gallops anyway,
Why are you whipping them this way?
This is the sport of kings, you see,
Death for a horse, if not its jockey,
Sounds to me like animal cruelty,
Racegoers turn the other way,
Drink some more best champagne,
This is question, better yet,
Does horsemother ever shoot the vet?

When  I look in the mirror,
Sometimes  I gape in horror,
I look at old grey age,
I meandered through life's stage,
Never mind, I wear the scars,
Of a survivor from afar,
We all are what we are, today,
Not what you want us to be! Tough, eh!

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.....

I met a check-out chick the other day,
I asked how was her New Year's Day, okay,
She said she had a dreadful New Year's Day.
Her boyfriend battling bushfires with the CFA,
He had never been so far away,
What on earth could I say?
Our firies are like superheroes today,
Right there with Superman, okay?
Would you give them a salary or lunch money? Hey,
They don't do it for the money, okay?
Well, give them all a gold medal,  I say,
When these bushfires are gone one day,
Chats about our firies everywhere these days!

Dear Diary I don't have today,
Let us arise and greet the day,
I woke up on Earth anyway,
The sun rose again today,
I'm going to have a great day,
In a calm and smiling way!

While I was sleeping,
Our city streets were  keeping,
The homeless of a parochial town,
Waking alone, no food, only frowns,
How has society dragged them down?
No food, no shower, no protection,
Thousands of homeless in our selection,
In this our lucky country, we're sleeping,
While homeless, the city streets are  keeping.......

What is the best idea I've ever had?
Well, I made an essay template for likely lads,
So they would always be number one,
Their scholastic life has just begun,
Then I designed an adage,
Whatever happens,  I manage,
I designed a motto,
As I don't drink, nor get blotto,
"Good day to be alive, now smile!"
I'll invent something else, in a while!
So, what is the best idea you've ever had?
Let's all share, lassies and lads!

Scribble ten words,
First three are a verse,
For what it's worth,
Only an idea for you,
How to stimulate the muse.......

Hail, citizens of Earth,
Here is a morning verse,
Good morning, let's all bless,
Whatever happens, do not stress,
We woke up, now smile!
Let's put smiles on our dials!
Let's build a bridge of hands,
Reaching out across the lands,
Good morning, world,
From this ******* girl,
Good morning, let's all bless,
Whatever happens, do not stress!

For grannies, there is a school,
With a variety of teaching tools,
Grannies can get up to lots of tricks,
Spoiling grandkids is their own magic,
They have a common enemy, you see,
Grannies, renowned in history,
They learn heaps in grannies' school,
With a variety of teaching tools!

The full moon appeared,
Shone on me all night here,
I arose, a new version,
I turned into an evil person,
Yes, instead of smiling and kind,
It was Lucrezia Borgia time.....
"What is for lunch?' Indeed,
"Why it's mushrooms for thee!"
Lucrezia declaims,
"Things are not the same,
What can I poison today?"
See what the full moon's done to me,
Lucrezia Borgia is now cooking tea!
Would you call me a living legacy?

Words burnt in my brain,
Times not to come again,
Of long lost childhood,
Things motherly--good?
"Go and play!"
That's all she'd say,
In a big back yard,
Veggie patch too hard,
Mud pies we played,
Fun times stayed,
Boy, was there trouble!
Fled on the double,
"Go and play!"
That's all she'd say,
Long lost childhood,
Things maternal--good?

One day, upon reflection,
I decided it was mindless meditation,
How can I cure overthinking?
Folk say cure it by alcohol drinking,
Or are boozies stinking thinking?
Or I can aim for lots of reading,
Then more pulp fiction I am needing,
Shame  I don't go to the pub for drinkies,
Overthinkers have too many thinkies!

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

We must be politically correct,
Or is it a flawed concept?
Does it stifle chats honest?
But, we must be politically correct!

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

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?

It all came to a standstill,
A day when time stood still,
A beautiful world, fogged and grey,
Grief was its own land, okay?
But the sun arose the next day,
And we woke up anyway,
When the past was  a distant land,
Time stood still, not so grand........

We are the celestials,
Different from these terrestrials,
Above such things *******,
I'm an old age girl,
You are my world,
I love you to the moon
And beyond, none too soon,
We wander as stars,
Orbiting afar,
In universe above,
Endless divine love,
Deep in galaxies,
Across time and centuries,
Above the terrestrials,
We are the celestials......

Yes, this is a quip and a pun,
Hermaphrodites make their own fun!
Alone? Date yourself, you are the one!
Hermaphrodites make their own fun!

I dip my toes, blue,
Chlorination fever too,
What am I to do?

I stand, whinge, been told,
Waiting till I should be old,
Man, this water's cold!

It's good to have a sense of humour,
With me, comedy is a favour,
Laughter is good medicine, ha ha!
Laughing at yourself is best by far,
So, do you only love me 'cause I'm short in bed?
Bit of a giggle, that, more than enough said!!!!!!

Bombs in the Bibliotheque!
What is meant by that, by heck!
On each line, it's like a college,
Every word a weapon of knowledge,
A library is a lucky dip,
Read new authors, that's the tip,
A good book is a trove of treasure,
Reading is a mine of pleasure,
So, off to the library, let's cheer,
For learned bombs in the Bibliotheque!

Here's some advice for you,
From a friendly ghost for ghouls,
As my endearing mum used to say,
The bills shall always find you, eh!
It's like death and taxes,
Nothing surer in your synapses,
As my endearing mum used to say,
The bills shall always find you, eh!

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

Here am I, a fur detective,
What is a pet's perspective?
Fur friends make us happy, you see,
Have to return their love, ask me,
What would your pet say to thee?
Thanks for the cuddles, good company,
Thanks for meal and comfy bed,
Thanks for the snacks, enough said,
Message from this fur detective,
Turn your eyes to the pet's perspective!

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.

Here's a verse, not too long,
All about my favourite song,
It's, of course, "I will survive",
A heart that's kind is always alive,
Who cares who is a winner?
In life, I have survived a grinner!

Here, in Oz, the rats want to sink the ship,
The embrace of Putin is becoming hip,
It riles the heartland of the Oz,
Not the peaceful land it was,
Why a nation divided, not the best,
We're all one Oz, the rich and the rest.......

I must confess my love,
Ships in the night, my dove,
I do but see you driving by,
I'll love you till the end of time,
But I do not to pieces to fall,
Fragments of love, that's all,
A smile, a wave, a brief hello,
I confess my love, where did you go?
Or where do you come from, my dove?
To you,  I confess my secret love..........

What did  you wish to be......
Kids growing up, like you and me,
Did you wish to join the ballet?
Or to be  a fireman, to save the day?
Maybe an astronaut, from afar,
Or did you want to be a movie star?
So, what did you turn out to be?
After growing up, like you and me....

It's all quiet on the Eastern seaboard today,
As we pause for a century of Armistice Days,
Can any armed conflict pave the way,
For the peace on Earth for which we pray?
To the Anzacs upstairs we give a wave,
Our tribute to our young troops so brave,
We hear ghosts of cannons roar asunder,
Today we all stop to wonder,
We'll never know what they went through,
To make a future for me and you,
Red poppies are flowering again,
The silent bloom of a lost generation,
So we pause for a century of Armistice Days,
Let's hope for peace to be our way,
Yes, it's all quiet on the Eastern seaboard today,
"Thank you" is what we'd really like to say!

What is the best placebo?
Paste a smile, and off you go,
Best to leave the scene,
No point being too mean,
We are all mere human beings,
Smiles are a placebo, it seems.