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'.......

This is tale of Daring Do,
Indeed, a true tale for you,
I was walking my fluffy dog one day,
Chanced upon an aggro dog along the way,
It assailed my little fur,
Really bad, not even a stir,
So I battled the Alsatian and won!
Saved my fur friend number one!
Yes, not bad for this old lady,
Walking fur under trees so shady,
That's my tale of Daring Do,
Indeed, a true tale for you.....

The vessel of our dreams,
A ship that's not as it seems,
The beauteous Earth,
Sailing  space's girth,
Our bountiful blue ship,
Run by  powers-that-be's blip,
A ship that's not as it seems,
The vessel of our dreams......

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!

I reminisce on love not funny,
So much for giving people honey!
I just never met Mr. Right, I guess,
I met Mr. *******, no less,
No need to sook it, I confess,
Some men have a funny idea of love,
They think they're gifts from God above,
Hello there, rotten mongrels, honey!
I reminisce on love not funny!

I did eat brown rice, one day,
Yeeeccch, never again,
Then was wholemeal pasta, eh!
Yeeecccch, never again,
I did at that café,
Yeeeeccch, never again!

What does moonlight sound like?
Like glistening pearls, crikes!
Moonlight sounds like tranquillity,
Glowing, soft serenity,
Moonlight sounds silent to me,
Shining through space eternally,
Moonlight beams down on us,
Yes, moonlight sounds lustrous!

This poem brings a surprise,
Once I came home with bits of pies
In my hair, kids did what they dare,
Food fights all over everywhere,
All part of sacramental life,
Church celebrations full of strife,
No, I am not kidding,
In cream puffs we were skidding,
This Dracula  finally left the scene,
You try teaching all those tweens!

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?

Yes, a blessed Sunday morning,
A fresh day dawning,
I pray for faith to unite,
In the early morning light,
As our day of earthly prayers does start,
To be blessed, chats straight from the heart!

Way back when  in the sixties,
When we were young and nifty,
Me and Grandpa definitely believed,
I would love to ask him what, indeed,
In what did we believe?
Well, in the case for Jesus, let's say,
Original selfie, his shroud, Resurrection Day,
In hope, in Faith, in our power to pray,
In silent miracles, at Easter, and every day,
Yes, me and grandpa did believe, yah!
A healer was on Earth, still here today!

Of fur friends I am a fan,
Have you tried a Catscan?
I wander the dark backyard,
Finding Kitty is really hard,
Where are you now, naughty thing?
Do not me any dead mice bring!
I do not need such morn offering,
Catscan for you, do please come in!

In life's journey, we can all  be taught,
I am tolerant, more than I ought,
I always aim for some rapport,
Whether it makes one a doormat, or
Someone kind and reliable, what's more,
People pleasing is a bottomless pit,
I've done a great job, no time for hypocrites,
I am tolerant, more than I ought,
In life's journey, we can all be taught.....

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..........

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.......

Yes, being religious again,
I was  here, Jesus does say,
I'm never going to Golgotha again,
But I'm still here, blessings today,
If you wish, I'll brighten you my way,
Blessed are my peacemakers, let's say,
You're all God's got on Earth these days,
Let's pray for global peace, His way!

What makes a teacher great?
With lots of kids, you must relate,
Cast aside your cares and woes,
It's like a stage, the classroom flows,
Look at things through their eyes, eh,
Make learning fun, but be firm each day,
Then send them home at the end of the day,
"Gee, I can't believe it's the holidays!":
Says no teacher ever,
Living legacies, really quite clever,
So, does that make a teacher great
With all those kids to relate?

Let's pray for freedom for soldiers,
Men and women, wheels to their shoulders,
May you all safely return home,
Grimly defending, do you feel alone?
No, we all hope there is peace one day,
Freedom for the military, that's the way,
C'est la guerre, that's what we'll say,
Is it impossible? 'hope not', we pray,
There'll be freedom for all one day........

I was asked to create a holiday,
What about a pyjama day?
We would not get dressed at all,
Stay in bed, hide and stall,
Sit around in flannelette,
Stay in PJ's, don't get dressed,
In fact, don't wash or cook,
Do mental slumming with ****** books!

Today  I sat in the sunshine,
I lingered for a time,
Flowers are budding,
Insects are a'buzzing,
Seasons have turned, somehow,
The air is milder now,
Spring is in the air,
Lighten us up everywhere,
Human to earth, human to earth.
Thanks for Spring, for what it's worth!

Nostalgia ain't what it used to be, okay?
Whose ashtrays are they, anyway?
Your rose-coloured glasses are the way,
Gilding those dim, dark, distant days,
All this romantic foggy haze,
Wasn't that great, let's me say,
All water under the bridge these days,
Survivor baggage best kept at bay,
No need for maudlinity today,
Nostalgia ain't what it used to be, okay?

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.....

It's Christmas here down under,
We gaze at the Star with a sense of wonder...
To the Lord we are all a missing link,
Jesus smiles at the people inc!

Wifey flings open bedroom door,
Not gazing kindly, a picture she draws,
Wife blows her nose, her cheeks are a'rose,
Her husband lies there, full of moans,
Her husband begs,
Wifey  takes a breath,
"Yes, dear, I know you have a man-cold,
But, dear, I,  too, have a man-cold,
But women are not allowed to groan
or nag, says men, you are alone,
I, too, have a man-cold,
But, this washing is getting old,
I'm cooking tea and minding the kids,
No, dear,  I shan't make soup like your mother did,
Yes, dear, the undertakers are near,
Here's your last will for your man cold, dear,
Yes, dear, I know you have a man-cold,
Your whinging, is, like, well, old!
I have to iron your shirts now,
Yes, dear, I know I am a fat old cow,
But, dear, I have your ***** in my purse,
I do hope our man colds don't get worse!"

It's World Smile Day!
How shall we celebrate today?
What's wrong with smiling, anyway?
Let's create a living legacy,
Smiles between thee's and me's.
Yes, a global living legacy,
Everyone smiling today, prithee!!

A poet in solitude,
Wasteful thoughts do intrude,
Do you think about blip people too?
How to waste thoughts in solitude-
An overthinker-the big picture, too,
Nothing happened, here in solitude,
So, you all have a great day, too!

I know this may never happen,
If I met a bloke, who'd be clapping?
How do you do the squishy bits?
I would end up giggling over it!
Gravity has won, let's say,
How do you get it on, at our age?
Do you keep our tops on, let's say?
How embarrassing! What gets in the way?
That would be really funny love,
I can't imagine such love doves!

Mothers know best, or do they?
We get used to anything these days,
It is all conditioning in these ways,
Why was Pavlov's hair so soft?  I say,
Because he conditioned it! Hey, hey,
Mothers know best, or so they say,
Who is conditioning whom today?

Yes, these walls do have ears,
Or so it appears,
And the doors have eyes,
that is a surprise,
Like that old reprise,
The house has a thousand eyes,
maybe we all tell lies,
That's my surmise,
Part of being human, I suggest,
No one's perfect, I  guess.....

Once upon a childhood ago,
I wanted an elephant, you know,
Only a toy friend,
Did my family laugh no end!
Yes, I wanted a heydo-**,
Once upon a childhood ago.......

"What is beautiful?" Aristotle did say,
"What is a question, anyway?"
"Why ask questions?" Ask Socrates,
"We ask questions, to need to know,
Because we're all human, you know,
Brains overthinking on the go,
"So, what would you call beautiful?" I ask,
The philosophers debate this task,
To love learning, I guess,
That's one answer to their quest,
Or to love wisdom and learning,
For answers we're all yearning,
"What is beautiful?" Aristotle did say,
"What is a question, anyway?"

So, that was the year that's been,
I reminisce on the vast global scene,
Somehow we dance on an inferno, it seems,
I hope I don't end up writing an epitaph,
An elegy of youth's futile autograph,
Is it to be conscription, perhaps,
Or overseas deployment for chicks and chaps?
Yes, we welcome in 2017,
With closure on the year that's been.......

It was a personal quest,
Found some faith, no less,
Like Uriel and Baptist John,
As on the divine I pondered on,
Yes, modest conversion spiritual,
I got 'de-light', so mystical,
As I write a verse, lyrical..........

Old timers' rom-coms,
Where did Gidget come from?
Of all the summertime wits,
When does Gidget get it?

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.......

Have you ever seen a sad retriever?
Of their true love, we are the receivers,
How many need to change a light bulb? None!
To them, there is a perpetual sun.
Tongues lolling, tails wagging,
Always smiling, never flagging,
Yes, we love our happy fur friend dudes,
With their positive mental attitudes!

So, you want a peaceful life,
Whether you're a husband or a wife,
Well, bite your tongue, don't react,
You, too, can play the doormat act,
This is the true secret of success,
Give all you meet a smile to bless!

A writer gawps at society,
I went to a bus stop after tea,
Littered with used syringes,
Drugs evolving, slightly unhinges,
Why do we accept this as normalcy?
It's a challenge for the authorities,
Or for changing norms in society..........

Joke of the year, joke of the year,
In Australia, we elect them, dears,
How funny is that?
Not really, chaps,
Joke of the year, joke of the year,
In Australia, we elect them, dears!

Who is the most important in this life?
Has to be the Saviour,  Christ!
We cherish Him all year round.
A humble Faith is to be found,
He never gives up on anyone,
Always there  for everyone,
You don't have to believe, of course,
Life is better with Jesus on board,
You can be too religious, I guess,
Keep it to yourself, no less,
Indeed, that's what some sayeth,
True Love can be found in Faith!!!!

I stand here, a plaster saint,
Somewhere else, I'd be a haint,
A ghost of a distant century,
But I'm a symbol of Christianity,
Or of another faith, you see,
People come to worship with me,
I present to them a gift of faith,
All who pray for blessed grace,
No sacred space is ever empty,
The divine is here with you and me,
We're all part of this mystery.............

Who guides you each day?
Would you to angels pray?
Our guides on the sides,
All ethereals, they hide,
An open mind we must keep,
Blessings from above, love so deep.

I rewrote a song called, "Denim and Lace,'
Hope this brings a laugh to your face,
"Pyjamas and Fleece,
I look fat in everything,
And you are a fat old king,
Making me do everything,
Wearing P.J.'s and fleece!"
No hot speed dates to me,
I remove my bra at half past three,
No need to be a sook,
I'll curl up here and write a book,
"Wearing P.J.'s and fleece!'

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?

O Lover mine,
Mind of mind,
From times of mine,
Our Autumn days,
Sixty shades,
Of senile grey,
Your balding ways,
A tonsure's fine,
From times of mine,
O lover mine.......

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!

Bullying toughens you up, lo,
Crocodile tears never last, so,
I'll give you good advice--mine,
Do not waste your time!

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.

Here in Oz, they're banning fairy tales,
Indeed, a giggle did not fail,
Children's lit must be correct politically,
Here's the new style ode for thee,
Listen up and you shall see.
Skippy has two mummies,
Their boyfriends spat the dummies,
Now Skippy's mums got preg,
Their boyfriends did renege,
So along came little Skippy,
Hopping off to eat Mr. Whippy,
Yes, totally correct politically,
New fairy tales for the kiddies,
Skippy has two mummies,
Our norms do change, it seems....

Here's an allegorical ode,
Men are ***** whales, Oh?
To titillate them, you know,
Then, thar he blows!
*** or love, bleeped if I know!