Get your finger out!
I hear you shout.
Give Life a clout.

But what’s it all about?
What does it mean?
Out of what?
A hole in a gun?
Or your ***?

How do you think I sit?
Is my finger covered
In something not too pleasant?

So you think I’m lazy!
You must be crazy.
I’ve worked off my socks
Yet I’m tied to the stocks.

We are ALL in this mess,
Yes it’s time to fess.
Too much wrong in this world:
Time our flag was unfurled.

To do nothing is bad,
From Rome to Riyadh.
Don’t want to feel sad:
We’d rather be glad
That we acted
Without being distracted.

So get that flipping finger out!

Paul Butters

In heaven's glorious sphere angels sing
A refrain of greeting and welcoming
The many departed souls did again lift
As they looked upon God's loving face
Existence in this place is such a grace
No more to be their abode the earth's globe
God's kingdom twill be an eternal lobe
Beauteous and harmonic strains did drift
In heaven's majestic house high above
All the people there are shown infinite love
They've died and are in another domain
God embraces everyone at his door
His serene home is theirs forevermore
As the angels chorus in bright refrain

let's be young
in search of the sunny days
to cover all the clouds of grey
let our souls be sung
like how the daisies dance
even in the moonlight
as long as there is wind
take me anywhere but here
or better yet let's be crazy
under the starry skies, lay with me
let's be sleepy
under the thick sheets of you and me

This weekend the NRL final will be played
South Sydney and Canterbury Banks-town
Shall do battle on the hallowed footy ground
The match up will be a ripper for sure
There is little love lost between these teams
A sell out crowd is primed and ready to cheer
The fans in the stands will be rooting hard
As those twenty six men give it their all on the field
Up for grabs is the coveted victor's trophy
There is a lot of anticipation building
Across the state of New South Wales
We can't wait for the final to get here
The big day of league holds us intrigued

words fail to describe
the beauty and peace
found in the mountains sublime

the scenic panorama of the place
is captured so well
by those who live in
the mountain's veld

of trees towering to skies of indigo blue
of squirrels owls and fireflies
of streams pristine and pure  

within the province
of mountain kin's hearts  
there is an intrinsic
soulful yoke
inborn
of the mountain's
heritage