We've heard of seven deadly sins,
Where do seven graces begin?
One is a smile on every face,
Then kindness to all is a grace,
Humility is to bless,
Sharing is great, no less,
Peace in daily life,
Walk away from strife,
Understanding is for free,
Compassion for all he's and she's,
Share these among all races,
Should bring a smile to their faces,
That's seven heavenly graces.......

These are things he meant to say,
But he never did, any day,
"I was married, by the way,"
"But not to you," he didn't say,
The other woman, did he sigh?
"But I loved you, passing by!"
These are things he meant to say.
But he never did, any day.....

I'll say this any way I can,
You're not an excuse for a man,
I don't love you any more,
You're a nasty old predator,
I try not to listen to your blip,
I really think you're full of it,
I don't like your attitudes,
I think you're mean and very rude,
No wonder no woman wants you,
Your self opinion is very smug,
No wonder you sit alone, no hugs,
Do not dwell on the past,
Live like today is your last!
Good day to be alive!
That's what I say to your jive,
Just carry on dude,
I don't even like you,
You have no idea of being a friend,
Tell me when your blip shall end.....

Yes, it's a lovely day, you say,
Is it your white wedding day?
Or is it a political funeral?
All set for a divorce, young gal?
Think it through a bit longer, eh,
Before that lovely white wedding day!

Can you discuss this with me?
Is honesty anyone's best policy?
Here, truth is no one's friend,
Where does BS start and end?

A candle of reflection,
Blessing light of perfection,
Let's pray for global healing,
For any conditions plebs are feeling,
Divine light peace the same,
Relief from life's frantic games,
This, our candle of reflection,
Blessing light of perfection......

Today I'm  cooking some steaks,
I do believe steak is great,
I don't care what vegans say,
Maybe they should all ******* today!
Just kidding, believe what you like, I say,
I am cooking great steaks today!
No need to fuss, hold the bus,
Signed, one of the 'carnivores are us'!

News flash! What's it worth?
Today's the last day of Planet Earth,
What would you do today?
What last words would you say?
Dance like there's no tomorrow,
Genocide has no one left for sorrow,
So what would you do and say,
If today was Earth's last day?

Yes,  I was born a helper, the Elf,
Though thanks were left on the shelf,
Buddy the Elf is no fighter,
Smiling in peace makes us lighter,
Helpers find solutions, you see,
I am nice to people so nasty,
All I can say is, "Good for me!"

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!!!!

Being positive is my thing,
But I do have an evil twin,
I imagine some weird things,
Like being a gastric surgeon,
Give laryngospasms for these durgeons,
I don't think they'll ever be men,
Ah, it's no use snivelling, you ken?
Hope they get chicks better than me,
Else, who is going to cook your tea?
You must stop being such sooks,
Get off buns, and learn how to cook!

As we bow our heads to pray,
Our souls are unleashed this way,
We pray to always keep the faith,
We pray to be blessed by grace,
We pray for smiles on our face,
We pray for all humanity,
We pray for global amity,
For peace on Earth we pray,
Our souls are unleashed this way!

A tale of my Lord, His sign,
Sent faith to align,
Been great I can say,
Blessed by best this day,
Pray with pen to unite,.
Future peace, a light,
Over to the young,
No bombs, more than fun,
Advance evolution,
Needs your evolution,
Best years ahead, might see,
Hope for humanity.....

Yes, bullying toughens you up, anyway,
Smile, rictus grins are okay,
I'll see this in writing at a G.P.,
You don't need to be so mean,
Cheap and snaky, inspiration!
Let's not hear it for manipulation,
So, bullying's toughened me up this way,
Smiles! Rictus grins are okay!

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

Our first glance,
Did his eyes dance?
Eye contact,
Was that that?

Spring is a young woman,
Friend to every human,
Laughing, sunny, warm, shining,
Green and floral, beguiling,
Happy scented days of smiling,
Light blues skies, breezing,
The world is softly loving in Spring,
Like a young woman for cuddling......

What is a reactionary?
They seem out of place to me,
Some people are reactionaries,
Their beliefs are futile isms, you see,
Out of place, out of time,
Anachronisms spring to mind.......

Do you cry in movies?
Tear-jerkers can be groovy,
Emotional catharsis, yes,
Well-acted tragedies, no less,
So, movies explore being human,
I guess time stands still no man.......

It's not that easy being green,
A nonsense verse to be seen,
To be green, we all manage,
Every human fits this adage,
To feel envy is a human emotion,
The grass is greener, we sailed the oceans,
That is why there's migrants, prithee,
We're still flying over the seven seas,
The shifting sands of humanity,
All humans feel envy of something,
Cor, I want that bird with another's ring!
The other man's bull and blip is always better,
But what happens next, when he does get her?
Miserable divorces are not that hip,
Just because you want her blip,
Is this such a nonsense to be seen?
It's not that easy being green,
But, somehow, we all manage,
Quite normal feelings, that's an adage........

Do you pledge allegiance?
With patriotic dalliance,
Like most things I guess,
We can be too patriotic, no less,
But we should be proud of our land,
Here in Oz, the great Southern band!

Interpolated amidst,
Glittering stars betwixt,
Deep intervals of space,
Separations of vacuum grace,
Glimpses of sights unseen,
Boundaries of space between,
Vast space between galaxies,
Existent for eternities,
Space between quest for our race,
Horizons of space between,
Eons of sights unseen.

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

'Twas after a frosty night,
I caught a glimpse of sunlight,
Sparkling on a spider web,
Miracle, enough said,
Patterns so intricate,
Did not brush aside, delicate,
Yes, 'twas after a frosty night,
Spied a web of sheer delight!

ENCHANTMENT

I speak to you of enchantment,
No call for weary lament,
Bud's bloom into lovely red flowers,
All because of those April showers,
For new beginnings, it is time,
Fragrances in the air so fine,
A portal swings open today,
Heaven on Earth not far away,
Angels shining to give us blessing,
Guiding us if we're perceiving,
Intangible feelings is what is meant,
I speak to you of enchantment.....

Here is what I need to say,
We're all human with feet of clay,
So, do lay off us chicks today,
Go look in a mirror some day,
To older men with your spare tyres,
Yes! Your gynaecologist has retired!

Heaven is the future and now,
Silent heaven sings, don't know how,
Like a diamond in the sun,
Fragrant pastures Elysian,
Do we love the stars too much?
Dreams  are for real, and such!
Heaven is purity, fiery elements,
Perpetual love is meant.
Heaven is the future and now,
Peace on Earth, but how?

What was that you wanted, dear?
I'm busy reading away in here,
Bookworms munching through the pages,
Words in print, creating stages,
A writer must read and write alone,
Get someone better on your phone,
What was that you wanted, dear?
Move on, I'm  busy reading here......

Yes, it's holidays in summer,
No books, what a ******!
Chicks need light books for lit.,
Mental slumming, that's what I call it,
Yes, recreational reading,
Books for older  girls is what I'm needing.......

So, these are my piety years,
A Christian gal lives here,
Jesus is a sweet name, my dears,
He is still in his blessing  years,
Time to stop stressing with fears,
No need for crocodile tears,
In our co-dependency years,
Faith sets us all free, you see,
True liberation for you and me........

Let's join the crowds and throngs,
We're going to opera to sing along,
We'll sing along with Figaro,
Let's frock up, and off we go!

Well, it's my old friendship refrain,
Really good to see you again,
It's as if we never paused our conversation,
Today's smiles are no imitation,
We take up where we left off,
Welcome, old friends, thanks a lot,
And a surprise visit as well,
Old friendships have their own spell,
It's like we're never apart,
Old friendship's place in our hearts.....

I visited a Planetarium,
For Cosmology, like an aquarium,
I gazed at a simulacrum,
Awe and wonder on high,
Why aren't we all astronauts in the skies?
I came away, bemused,
One afternoon to be amused,
I pondered on a mankind alone,
"Is anybody out there?" I asked my phone,
"Not responding!" replied no alien,
That was my trip to the Planetarium......

Let's rewrite a poem for you,
No apologias to Byron 102,
Oh bowls of spew, Oh bowls of spew,
Stale weeties they wouldn't waste on you,'
Where once I cooked bacon and eggs,
For privileges don't even beg,
On your blackmail, I renege,
Oh bowls of spew, oh bowls of spew,
More than your family would waste on you,
No apologias to Byron 102......

Yes, I'm 65, now elderly,
That's the term, officially,
One day, shopped locally,
Bought a lotto, luckily?
Someone wins tonight, says she,
Dear God, why can't it be me?
Yes, yes, this lotto is lucky,
Wait for the draw, breathlessly,
Anticipate now I am elderly,
Old folk can be winners too, says she,
This is going to be my lucky night,
If I win, I can sort the bill for the light,
Getting old is not for hissy fits,
Come on, lotto, let's have a bit!

What is the persona of Autumn?
of many things, it is a sum,
Of golden days, chillsome nights,
Twilight descending, turn on the lights,
of fleecy clothes, planting in soil,
of rainy sodden, drenching our toils,
Autumn's persona is past middle-aged,
More like a golden age on nature's stage,
Grey afternoons, foggy morns,
What kind of day does this day dawn?

The Flintstones, blast from the past,
That was a pregnancy to last,
For Pebbles  we waited so long,
She did sing her own songs,
Now this is a fact so scary,
Pebbles has now turned sixty,
I can't believe how old we've got,
Once the Flintstones really rocked!

I am a rotisserie chook,
The rotation has started to cook,
This is my Karma, I sook,
To be a rotisserie chook,
Then it's off to the consumption,
With no thought of liberation,
But lo, behold Foghorn Leghorn!
Fat guts and feathers he adorn,
He liberates the rotisserie,
Free ranging for thee and me!

When  did  I learn somewhere,
That Capitalism does not care,
Should have realized when  I was young,
Economies flourish best with guns,
Over here in Oz, you see,
Iron ore and uranium, basically,
These fund our economy,
Is the human race naive?
Depends on what you believe,
Uncle Sam will want you and you,
Take care, young chicks and dudes,
Armed conflict soon everywhere,
When the Covid antidote is here,
Capitalism does not even care....

Virus alert! Virus alert!
Not feeling quite so pert,
These are the germs God sends ya,
I woke up with influenza!
Pucker up, you Casanovas,
One kiss will give you pneumonia!

Here I am dieting again!
Is chocolate such a sin?
I graze all day on chlorophyll,
Eating salads, I feel like a dill,
How is the serenity?
It's only five-thirty,
Really having a swell time here,
What else can I eat, my dears?

We love you cos' you are Victorians,
Here we are all Melburnians,
Here there are genres of folks,
Listen up, let's have a joke,
One type of plebs here goes to church,
Or plebs go fishing, to catch some perch,
Some are drinkers and go to the pubs,
Some are football tragics, hubbub!
Then there's the anti-football league,
Not participating non-vigorously,
Then some folk go to the library,
Or some can belong to the Dr. Who Society,
Or they can be a combination of any of the above,
It's all a norm in olde Melbourne town we love!

This is a day in the life,
No need to accept strife,
A day at Dullton villa,
Resting my head on a pillow,
It's a summer holiday,
The slow suburban way,
Let's hope it's a slow news day,
The Dullton villa holiday......

What if I thanked you for this,
Half a lifetime of free bliss,
What if I thanked you for our fusion,
A soul mate in our communion,
What if I thanked your aura, dude,
So healing my broken heart, your attitude,
Such an atmosphere, so golden and stellar,
You're a really lovely fellow,
So I write to my love in a letter,
I wish I could express it better.....

Yes, once I did a newsboy job,
With a newsagent I did hobnob,
Our little town at four o'clock,
In depths of winter, quite a shock,
In New Blithering I did search,
Why did Heathcliff leave me in the lurch?
Not to be a drama queen,
I did retire from that scene,
It was quite amusing I say,
Second breakfasts every day,
No wonder we were obese and fat,
No longer a newsboy, that's that!

Can you hear Beethoven down the years?
His Fifth symphony can move you to tears,
I listened to his music alone,
His deafness, his music in tomes,
Can you hear Beethoven down through the years?
His Fifth symphony can move you to tears........

I wash your clothes anyway,
A poet must have her say,
I've got the giggles again,
I'm on my own thought train,
Your bloomers are on the moon,
"Thank you' should be your tune......

A question from a peaceful dove,
How to verify this paradox called 'Love'?
Is it the best or worst of emotions?
For real love, you could move oceans,
Or is it a fleeting ephemera,
Where nothing lasts forever?
Maybe poets could validate 'love',
Inspiration sent from above,
If you find answers for poet doves,
We'll all send the world free hugs!

I'm a teacher for forty three years,
Does that make me an expert dears?
It's a rocket science yet,
Teaching reading to the pets,
Some folk are born to teach,
Educating our students each!

For smiles and good company,
You can join a faith community,
Whatever your faith may be,
Some friendships are true gold,
The love of God is never old,
Humble faith works for me,
In an awesome community,
My true friend is like gold,
Jesus' love is ever told,
He is a real friend, you see,
Across time and centuries,
Golden friend for thee and me.....