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Poetry Series
PAUL WARREN
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Publication Date:
2015
Publisher:
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PAUL WARREN(09/11/1956)
42 years veteran with the South Australia Police. Grew up in Adelaide in the
western suburbs. Like poetry particularly Australian with Banjo Patterson and
Henry Lawson in particular. Like to tell a story with writing of poems and to draw
them from my own experiences mainly. Currently serving in Road Safety
Education mainly educating young South Australians in using our roads safely.
I want to tell the stories from my years of policing. Pedophiles, murderers and
family violence must be told to support those in need and who are campaigning
against it.
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Australia - A Country Road
On a country road by the shade of a gum tree
We stop and look about the scene so to see
The breeze makes the gum leaves glisten in the sun
It's paradise to live in when your life is as one
With natures call for the planet for us all
There is no hustle and bustle of a city at call
As I sit on the fallen tree's log
And watch the trickling stream it's no slog
How could you leave the warm summer breeze
In the shade of a gum tree on a ground that does please
When your mind wanders at work time
It goes back to that country road so sublime.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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Australia - A Kangaroo In The Suburbs
On the radio this morning there was an alert
Watch for a kangaroo at Glenunga to hurt
Whilst you are driving on your way out
It isn't all that unusual but your safety you should not flout
We have a koala who lives in a tree down the street
Who you see once in a while when he wants to greet
But you know what concerns me
Is taking the brown snakes out of the bed when it's sleep to be!
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Australia - Dusk In The Desert
The sun departs and the heat deceives
The darkness falls and the colour leaves
As the sun's in its final struggle to hold sway
With a purple, gold, red and dark blue display
The kangaroos wake and bound away free
The wedge tail eagle settles in a tree
The bright pink galahs squawk and settle down
In a dead gum tree on the billabong ground
The wild donkeys haw haw in the night
Wild camels and horses run away in fright
Dusk in the desert is nature's beauty made
The darkness wins as the colours fade
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Australia - Kangaroos
When God designed kangaroos
Was there not much left to choose?
Little arms to hold gums leaves but no clout
And strong back legs for bounding about
Then there's the pouch for the joey to thrive
With a strong heavy tail in balance to jive
They live only in Australia so as a traveller
Go to the Land Down Under in the never never
People remember Skippy as the one
And kangaroos on our national coat won
They look so friendly and will always be
Part of Australia for the world to see.
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Australia - Look Out For Emus
Riding my motorcycle along a fire track
The the dust and the heat looking forward and back
All of a sudden bursting from the left side
An emu run out from the bush too close to decide
We looked at each other deep in the eyes
And sucked in some big ones in complete surprise
I veered left and finally ended eating some dust
The Emu stopped and turned preservation a must
The last I saw him his legs were pumping away
It was very obvious he didn't want to stay
So I dusted myself off and looked at the bike
I straightened the handlebars to the right
I stepped over the bike and rode done the track
Thinking I was lucky and not looking back
The moral to the story is so plain to see
When riding on tracks look out for emus who wish to flee
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Australia – On The Beach
Gazing out on an aqua blue sea on a golden sunny day
With a cool breeze in your face is such a happy stay
As the surf rolls to the beach the children happily play
With boats anchored out to the horizon in a fishing display
And on the waves they body surf back to the beach
Wind surfers fly on top of the waves with the water out of reach
Girls in bikinis and men in board shorts walk along the water
The scene I see is peaceful as a paradise ought a
The day ends with the sun dipping slowly into the sea
One perfect day on an Australian beach is where I want to be.
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Australia - Stop The Boats
What does it mean in the list of quotes
We have stopped the boats!
Is it that no more people will die?
Or is it that they don't jump the line in a lie?
What do we do now that they have stopped?
This policy should now be to the world shopped?
Does the world now follow our lead
And not bother about others now in their need?
I think we should show some kindness now
We have enough to take some in and not call a foul
What do do here now should guide us to the light
And not be ones to whom the right way is a fight!
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Australia - The Baby Brown
I came outside and walked to the front yard
The neighbour's kittens were playing hard
As I walked close it became quite clear
They had a baby brown snake very near
You could see it was a baby brown
From the dark brown stripe on the head down
I manoeuvred around and with a shovel picked it up
Putting it in the gully and running right up the cut
Australia's wildlife can be so scary to deal
But just remember the danger can be real!
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Australia - The Big Red
We started off early on the Hay Plain
On a hot Summer's day in Summer's frame
Just past the cotton fields standing straight
Was a big red kangaroo who decided we had to wait
So we slowed and stopped with the sun behind him
And he eyed us off whilst deciding to begin
He proudly stood up on hind legs and tail
At nine feet tall that certainly wasn't a fail
So he slowly turned and left the road
Whilst in the king of the bush mode
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Australia – The Brown Snake
We were cadets who as part of the training went
To the Adelaide Hills in hiking and compass sent
Dropped from Echunga to find our way back
The groups of four were walking by map a fact
We decided to follow the compass bearing
And so took off in single file a direction sharing
To the wire fence the first in line climbed
As he was stepping to the ground a snake to find
It was curled up in the sun
And when seen made us all run
I can still see us now running and yelling
About a brown snake we were loudly telling
The moral of the story is for all
Before walking in fields with grass that’s tall
Look out before placing your foot down
For brown snakes who are curled up on the ground!
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Australia – The Budgie Has Flown
The Pretoria Guard stood strong by
But some had defected to a candidate near-by
The Captain’s pick could not carry him through
Even Sir Phillip from the Palace couldn’t make his sky blue
So the budgie has to slip out the side
And clear out his office and to the backbenches slide
It would seem that the fate of us all
Is to see a new Prime minister without a captain’s call
Perhaps in the end as Nixon did ride
A helicopter from Parliament with peace signs inside?
What do we learn from this whole thing?
To take not for granted others, as your song you sing!
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Australia - The Great Nothing
Drive north of Port Augusta down Pimba way
You reach the Great Nothing you know straight away
The Stuart Highway is straight as a die
As it reached to the horizon and up to the sky
Millions of years ago it was the Artic Sea
With aquatic dinosaurs and as cold as can be
It was winter and so there was no angry sun
Where the plain stretched forever with no hills to be won
It was as flat as it could be and on the horizon far
You could see the curvature of the earth from afar
Every so often a Road Train passed by
With a prime mover and three trailers on the fly
We stopped for a rest and saw a wedge tail eagle
Perched on a stunted tree keeping watch quiet regal
They say that they watch you as close as they can
As they are hunters needing eye sight quite grand
Then it rose up and took to the wing
With a two metre wing span a magnificent thing
So we moved on and went to the Coober Pedy town
And saw that the townspeople lived underground
They mined the fire in the stone opal ore
And provided supplies from the main supermarket store
We stayed in an underground motel
And slept the night soundly and well
The next day we moved on through the great OutbackSeeing nothing but rocks and scrub as a fact
Stopping and seeing wild zebra finches to drink
At a road side stop whilst we had a rest and a think
Then to the Breakaways an eerie place
With the Dingo Fence stretching for miles to face
We continued on and to Ernabella town
And met the local police who came down
We spoke to the local school class
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About road safety and keeping the safety brass
We watched a football carnival game
And handed out prizes for footballers fame
I spoke to one of the local coppers over a billy tea
Who told me when patrolling the outback you’d see
Wild donkeys who the local aborigines wouldn’t hunt
As the donkeys carried Mary into the Bethlehem front
It was the same with the wild camels living around
Because they carried the wise men over Holy ground
He told me when camping on long range patrol time
To keep you clean with no dirty uniform grime
Walk around in your jocks with the campfire its fine
Doing all the chores you have a mind
The only thing is to have your uniform handy
To put it straight on for visitors just dandy!
That night he cooked for us roast kangaroo tail
And it was great with a taste that did not fail
So we packed up and left them next day
After having a great three day stay
Back to Adelaide across the Great Nothing again
With some experiences for us to comprehend
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Australia - The Port Adelaide Roads.
As you look out from Largs North
From the beach toward the sea forth
You can see the buoys clearly mark
The Port Adelaide roads for ships apart
On a busy day you see the ships sail through
Taking cargo in and out of Outer Harbour true
How many ships have plied their way made
Through the St Vincent Gulf to Port Adelaide
Over the years you can see mighty warships visiting
And the grand bicentennial fleet with canvas sailing
During the summer you now watch cruising liners
Who come to visit for our fine wine and as diners.
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Australia – The Queen Visits In The 60’s
I remember lining up on the Port road
With flag in hand and excitement sowed
Other school children were standing around
And after the Queen passed we were half-holiday bound
So we waited and looked and looked and waited
It seemed forever as our excitement dissipated
Until in the distance there was a roaring motorcycle sound
Of police escorts and a black limousine bound
Seated in the back I could see the Queen
As she waved the Queen wave and we hoped to be seen
In a couple of seconds it was all over and done
And we filed off to our half-holiday duly won.
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Australia - The Storm
The wind moans up on high
As dark clouds race across the sky
The house on the hill shudders in the wind
You see the rain storm across the plain begin
The sun hides behind the black cloud
As the temperature drops and the storm is proud
You can feel the electricity in the air power up
As the Lightning flashes and the darkness is corrupt
The rains lashes the windows as they rattle loud
The hours slowly pass as does the cloud
The rain drains away as the gutters flow
Nature's elixir of life is ready for god's sow.
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Australia - The Yorke Peninsula
The gum leaves glisten in the afternoon sun
As the warm breeze makes them move as one
The stubble stands lopped off as the harvester passes
The farmer sits in an air conditioned bliss as he masters
The hot machinery when the sun marches across the sky
The crows take to the wind as they rise up on high
I look around and see the light blue summer sky
With wispy white clouds stretch out on by
The deep blue ocean on the distance horizon
Gives a hint of a refreshening breeze that's now gone
The Australian summer is king of what I can see
As the golden sunshine makes a paradise to be.
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Brave Women 1 – Gill Hicks
Gill Hicks was a South Australian living her life in London town
As a Publishing Director of a culture magazine Blueprint round
On 7 July 2005 her life changed in a subway tunnel explosion
When Muslim terrorists detonated a bomb in great subversion
She was cruelly maimed it seemed at once that her life was ended
To Hospital only as ‘One Unknown’ her identity not comprehended
She fought so hard and survived the day but her legs were lost
And was left to piece together her life with this great cost
A brave woman has rose to battle for right against the wrong
An MBE and South Australian of the year she proudly sings her song
Working hard for others she labours for charities sake
And knows that she has beaten evil in the life she does make.
Hail a brave Australian who we are all proud of!
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Brave Women 2 - Rosie Batty
What makes pure evil I wonder about
For a father to kill a son in a shocking bout
To live through the violence of a domestic kind
Is pure hell and hard for the right for you to find
What did he think on that terrible day
To go to cricket and bash his son's life away
What terrible news to give to a loving mother one
To take from her her most precious loving only son
Although he then took his own faded life
How could you look to forgive him for this unending strife?
So she picked up the pieces of a shattered dream
And told the world about it and what it did mean
She campaigns now for those who haven't a voice
Who have stayed in abusive relationships with lesser choice
Than to stay there and take it from evil people
And show the world what should be our mettle
As Australian of the year she strongly stands proud
And say what needs to be said to all out loud
Australia stands for all people not to live in fear
And have domestic violence from now on disappear!
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Brave Women 3 – Vivian Bullwinkel
In 1941 a Kapunda nurse decided to join the Australian Army at War
She wanted to show the Anzac Spirit as it had been done before
She was posted in the Malay Peninsula as the Imperial Japanese landed
As they swept down the country on Singapore they were stranded
In February 1942 the last group of nurses were evacuated
On the SS Vyner Brooke out to sea the Japanese had waited
They attacked from the sun and the ship went down
And Vivian drifted for hours on the Banka Strait around
Until she landed on Banka Island beach in the morning
Finding the other nurses then the Japanese came without a warning
They made them wade into the sea and machine gunned them
With no mercy shown the nurses whom themselves could not defend
Vivian was badly wounded and amongst the others feigned death
When the Japanese went she waded into the shore the last one left
With another wounded British soldier they hid from the Japanese
Fearing that if the Japanese knew they had survived it would not please
The British soldier died and she surrendered keeping the secret in safety made
So three years a prisoner before the war ended surviving this evil grade
In the end of war crimes trials she told the evil story
That did not cover those Japanese soldiers in any glory
After her heroic times she continued her nursing career
In the military and civilian life with an OA and MBE no fear
Her life was filled with philanthropy a great lady it is given
Passing on in 2000 a great Australian in her way of living!
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Childhood - Disneyland
Do you remember on Sunday night?
The weekend was over but that was alright
Bathed and into clean pyjamas we all sat
In front of the TV sitting together on the mat
It didn’t matter that it was black and white
To see Disneyland and its stories was just right!
Davy Crockett, Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse
To us they were all adventures and really grouse
It was for just an hour but you would never miss
To have a racoon skin cap with a tail would be bliss
My memories of childhood that are so sweet now
The 60’s forever step up and take your bow!
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Corruption - The Code Of The West
He rode into town that day
Came to join in the cowboy way
He carried a gun and wanted to be
Fast on the draw and tough to see
The Code of the West
For us cowboys is the best
Don’t let your mates down
‘Cause we are the sheriffs of this town
The other deputies in the territory
Had been around and knew the story
Don’t cross us or you’ll go down
Take you lick and stand our ground
The Code of the West
For us deputies is the best
Don’t let your mates down
‘Cause we are the sheriffs of this town
One night the deputies caught them dead
They robbed a bank and out of town they tread
The deputies recovered the money down
But took their cut and rode back into town
The Code of the West
For us deputies is the best
Don’t let your mates down
‘Cause we are the sheriffs of this town
Later on for a favour given an older deputy
Gave his protection outside his duty
To beat the law for a gambler friend
This was hard for the Governor to comprehend
The Code of the West
For us deputies is the best
Don’t let your mates down
‘Cause we are the sheriffs of this town
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The Governor came to clean up the mess
He told them they should not guess
To tell the truth about it all
There is no need to make a judgement call
The Code of the West
For us deputies is the best
Don’t let your mates down
‘Cause we are the sheriffs of this town
The Governor said the oath for this office made
Is greater than your marriage grade
But still not one of the deputies spoke
The Code of the West would not be broke
The Code of the West
For us deputies is the best
Don’t let your mates down
‘Cause we are the sheriffs of this town
But the town had enough
Of the deputies and their ugly stuff
They told the Governor it had to stop
To clean the mess had been a flop
The Code of the West
For us deputies is the best
Don’t let your mates down
‘Cause we are the sheriffs of this town
The town told the Governor of the gamblerWho had settled and now was not a rambler
Attracting this sort into the town
Meant the town's folk didn’t want them round
The Code of the West
For us deputies is the best
Don’t let your mates down
‘Cause we are the sheriffs of this town
So the Governor decided to fix this up
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And not let the older deputy continue to sup
On providing protection in his game
He was charged and became one of ill fame
The Code of the West
For us deputies is the best
Don’t let your mates down
‘Cause we are the sheriffs of this town
The deputy lost his badge and went to jail
The evidence of the town’s folk did not fail
The other deputies were left to ponder
And the price of ill-gotten gains to launder
The Code of the West
For us deputies is the best
Don’t let your mates down
‘Cause we are the sheriffs of this town
The young deputy was left alone to think
And not from his duty forever to shrink
You see when a deputy’s power is under review
Does this power corrupt is something over to chew.
The Code of the West
For us deputies is the best
Don’t let your mates down
‘Cause we are the sheriffs of this town
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Death - Counting The Cost
We spoke together quietly one afternoon of his son now lost
I came to realise as he spoke of his struggling with its cost
His son was young and just starting with his own life’s journey
What happened made him question if as a father he was worthy
His son was one night partying making mistakes which cost his life
Drinking, madly driving and not wearing a belt was his list of strife
Lost control of the car rolled over onto to him halfway out of the door
His life was squashed from him and his story became no more.
As we spoke together I could see the strain in his half-closed eyes
At his quiet times now the thoughts of his only son back to him flies
If he’d worn the belt, not drunk or driven would it have ended in that way?
His son would be with him together and for the future he would stay
It had been a year past since it happened and his mind became at ease
Until his son’s birthday dawned and his thoughts then turned for him to grieve
How do I tell the world about it who haven’t listened to his saddened tale
The need to drive safely together and not experience a tale so grave!
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Death - Did You Hear The News?
Did you hear the news?
As everyone gave their views
Do you know what happened?
It was his son who used the weapon
Stabbed him in the chest and back
Then he ran off into the black
There was silence then
While we all tried to comprehend
Why a son would do this to his own father
I am sure that given a choice now he’d rather
Not have done such a violent act
And we would have been spared this fact
So what happens now?
The seeds of the tragedy he did plough
Have us all wondering how we’ll cope
When all is lost without any hope
Of making proper sense of this
In the loss of Phil Walsh whom we’ll miss
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Death - Jacob’s Ladder
They say just before you die
You have a chance through your life to fly
To re-visit the main events that mattered
That are presented through your life so scattered
To remember the first friend you made
Or when you first gained a sporting grade
When you met your first true love
Or the first job which fitted like a glove
As you climb on each rung of Jacob’s ladder
You shouldn’t find that you get sadder
It is your stair case to a heaven sent
And know that your final reward is meant
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Death - Shed A Tear
One cold dark lonely night in the day’s early hour
We went to Strathmont Centre for Coronial power
One of residents there had passed on
Gone in his sleep he hadn’t suffered long
We did all the things required by the law
The resident nurse could have done no more
When it was at an end and we loaded the van
The nurse shed a tear for that handicapped man
You see to others his life was not worth such a lot
He had Downs Syndrome and simply living life’s plot
But sometimes it seems to me that what counts in the end
To see grief in your passing from one who is counted as a friend
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Death - Tears Are Not Enough
A man demanding white supremacy stands with a gun
Church goers cower as bullets speak their evil done
A grand-mother, coach and preacher breathe their last
Tears are not enough surely the day of the gun has past
Time to honour the dead again as their President calls
How many times should this happen in freedom’s halls?
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Death - The Last Call
An icy road is such a long drive home
The car is warm it’s been so far to roam
My baby is here who is the love of my life
I lose control and the car slides in strife
Off the bridge and into the water is bleak
Upside down and my daughter so meek
Why don’t they come the danger so real
The water is so cold my body I can’t feel
Help me I’m in here save us loudly I yell
My daughter from the water’s swift swell
They pull her out and she lives after all
The puzzle is how in my death I did call?
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Death - The Search For Immortality
The search for immortality
We all would like a place in eternity
The question is how are we remembered
After our deaths to have our memory extended
Will it be for deeds done
For stories written or great deeds won
Perhaps it might be you answered a call
Or circumstances that made you stand tall
I think in the end your name on a stone
Or in a file recording you have gone
Is the best that we can hope for in the end
And know that it will be for the world to comprehend
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Death - Were You Standing There Looking At Me?
Were you standing there looking at me?
When I was alone watching death take thee
As I was standing looking at you some more
On the operating table with your blood on the floor
Was that the end of it all then
It was over with no need to pretend
Were you standing there looking at me?
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Death Of A Friend - Allan
Straight, true and always keen of eye
You would notice him as he walked by
Best at football, cricket and the tennis game
We grew up together and he had local fame
Playing football he received a knock in the head
This meant X-rays and so to the hospital he tread
On checking the X-rays there was a worrying sign
Abnormalities that showed he wasn’t at all fine
His diagnosis was grave for Hodgkin’s disease
This news for the family didn’t put them at ease
What this meant for him was chemo and radiation
But when this was over there was no resulting elation
I remember when he died at 18 far too young
To the funeral thinking of old times that were fun
How can you feel when death stares at you first
You look around and feel your heart will just burst
When death meets one so young it is hard to reconcile
It’s been forty years since that day and it still is so vile.
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Death Pondered
We went into the Hospital that night
I heard a woman screaming in fright
You see she didn’t want to die
She was so scared and couldn’t see why
You see some aren’t given the choice
To go quietly in their bed without voice
A motorcyclist switched bikes with a mate
Testing each other and for him his Fate
Were not kind and he skidded along at speed
Until contacting a telegraph pole to bleed
His last words to the world was all scream
And this happening was a nightmare so extreme
I don’t know if the grim reaper prowls around
Wielding a sickle taking souls as they are found
Sometimes it seems hard to find a reason for it
It must be all in God’s plan as the only real fit
I hope that in the end when it comes to my time
That to pass on then will be perceived as no crime
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Earth - The Clear Blue Sky
Last night the sky flashed lightning bright
The thunder and the rain lashed the night
The wind howled and rattled the glass
It was not a night to be out at last
The breaking dawn and the sun’s warmth grew
The clouds were gone the sky is azure blue
A fresh breeze blows and the air is clear
On god’s green earth it is renewed no fear.
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Fame
Clive James once decided to rate the 20th Century in a way
Rating who was the most famous person in that century to say
After going through each decade and looking at what they did
People such as Pele, Picasso and Charlie Chaplin were on the grid
Then JFK, Louis Armstrong and Elizabeth Taylor were out for mapping
Others such as Mohammed Ali, the Beatles and D H Lawrence not napping
Then the infamous such as Mussolini and Hitler were touted as there
And people such as Elvis, Lady Di and John Lennon we did care
When it came down to who we remember and the most famous of all
It was the evil dictator Adolph Hitler who got history’s call
I have thought of it since and pondered what history remembers most
Are those who murder and drive hate are etched in their boast
If Fame needs to be measured by the impression you leave
Its the number of people affected by you and their time left to grieve.
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Fame - Speeches
What makes something said in an oratory way
That which is remembered and is quoted to stay
Was it Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address after that battle?
When touting that liberty and justice for all was the rattle
Or was in Churchill’s fighting on the beaches and landing ground
Gave the British a stiffer back to fight a world war so profound
Do we remember JFK’s ‘Ich bin ein Berliner’ at the wall made
Or Martin Luther King’s ‘I have a dream’ that will not fade
And we remember Kevin Rudd’s apology to the stolen generation
Have all these speeches built for us all a greater nation?
When we remember those words spoken so well
Will linger in our minds and our hearts will proudly swell.
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Family - Daughters Are Smarter Than Fathers
In the end I have realized it is so true
After my conclusion from this I drew
When it is measuring your brain-power
Daughters beat fathers at what-ever the hour
When wanting me to make up my mind
The right words it’s easy for her to find
She has studied me so closely to relate
To get what she wants without further debate.
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Family - She Reminds Me Of Me
When she gets angry and has to walk away
And can't speak or calm down in my way
They say when she smiles she has a smile
That people say is my smile on her dial
She likes to lead and not follow around
Which is like me when I'm holding my ground
But in the end you will always see
My daughter whom I love forever like me.
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Family - The Visitor
He was a blacksmith well below her expectation
Her family cast their critical eye in low anticipation
She played a sweet violin when his father met her
In secret they decided on a life as one together
The Depression hit hard and his smithy was lost
Drinking heavy with his family last was the cost
Out of the house some nights when it was bad
Huddled on a park bench was all that they had.
You will find in the end the love you give
Means those who pass will always live
In your heart and close by your side
When they’re needed to turn the tide.
By now the family had two brothers and a sister
The Depression ensured times were quite sinister
The family plan was to weather the hardest time
His father packed up and to the country was fine
An uncle’s fruit block to put them into the groove
This change for the boy was for him a bold move
The sons fished out their father’s stocked scrape
Next a car one steering one the accelerator and brake.
You will find in the end the love you give
Means those who pass will always live
In your heart and close by your side
When they’re needed to turn the tide.
His mother stayed with her man and the drinking boutsA staunch Christian she was and there were no outs
The years rolled along and they all became older
The sons helped their mother and both became bolder
The father settled some and found work on the wharf
As the time went along it seemed to be a better course
Then she was with child in danger to go to full term
Her doctor’s advice to terminate was his concern.
You will find in the end the love you give
Means those who pass will always live
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In your heart and close by your side
When they’re needed to turn the tide.
A true Christian wouldn’t end it and her decision was final
When the child was born the family was left with denial
She passed and a close aunt found him ironing in tears
What now to do with the children was a decision with fears
His sister to one aunt, the baby brother to another
The boy was left with his father as to take him a bother
Until one day his father’s brother could stand it no more
He took him home to leave him there with his father a flaw.
You will find in the end the love you give
Means those who pass will always live
In your heart and close by your side
When they’re needed to turn the tide.
His future was uncertain an early end to his school
Loading wool at the warehouses was the rule
A love of wood working was the next twist
His skills learnt working with his Uncle on his list
The war was raging and his brother he did follow
Into the Navy his move to counter his sorrow
First training in Melbourne was next on the programme
It was the first time from home as very young man.
You will find in the end the love you give
Means those who pass will always live
In your heart and close by your side
When they’re needed to turn the tide.
One night in his bunk a restless sleep he was havingDeep in the night his mother appeared to give warning
In his ear she whispered the danger not to deny
It will happen tomorrow the ones before you will die
The next morning it was Bofors gun drills for the watch
They were lined up in groups for the gun crews to match
It was a serious drill and the ammunition was real
The misfire in the breach the group before him did kill.
You will find in the end the love you give
Means those who pass will always live
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In your heart and close by your side
When they’re needed to turn the tide.
He was posted to a ship the Arunta its tribal name
Out on the ocean in a destroyer wasn’t a game
The Japanese were beaten but some wouldn’t stop
They had to be hunted down to finish their mop
To the Pacific and then onto Japan was the cruise
To Nagasaki after the bomb for him did not amuse
He didn’t know it then but the radiation had started
It would take forty years for his life to be martyred.
You will find in the end the love you give
Means those who pass will always live
In your heart and close by your side
When they’re needed to turn the tide.
Back to the sea with the American Seventh Fleet
Action stations stand to the guns was their feat
It was his time for a rest and he laid on deck to sleep
She came to him again with a smile to complete
Another warning she gave of a China Sea typhoon
The danger would come on the morrow quite soon
The next day other ships were lost in the storm
It would be near but his promised safety the norm.
You will find in the end the love you give
Means those who pass will always live
In your heart and close by your side
When they’re needed to turn the tide.
One night on a long watch the heat was stiflingAsleep on the gun turret top was not trifling
Action stations and the ship turned to the call
Down to the deck and onto his back he did fall
It was the end of his service for Australia at sea
Back to his family home returned he did agree
Planning his life with his love he was married
His thoughts of his mother he always carried.
You will find in the end the love you give
Means those who pass will always live
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In your heart and close by your side
When they’re needed to turn the tide.
There was a life together and a family they built
Five sons in a row was what the union did yield
I was at the middle point and grew to a man
I started my life and my own family was the plan
But my father’s war service wasn’t finished just yet
The radiation from the bomb meant cancer he did get
My father did not see a son who was my first born
The great blessing was tempered with his death so forlorn.
You will find in the end the love you give
Means those who pass will always live
In your heart and close by your side
When they’re needed to turn the tide.
We were new parents with a new life to charter
I needed some support prayed to speak to my father
That night of restless tossing and of turning
He appeared to me with the advice I was yearning
There was a look of sadness and he shook his head
There would be a problem in our future to tread
This visit was to tell my son has health issues too clear
My father’s warnings came to me like his mother's did so dear.
You will find in the end the love you give
Means those who pass will always live
In your heart and close by your side
When they’re needed to turn the tide.
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Football - Rowe And Bickley – Ex-Crows
I sit and listen to Stephen Rowe
And he goes for the Crows I know
Once upon a time he played AFL
For the Crows and Norwood he tells
But what I don’t get from him
Is what balanced argument he does bring
And now he has Bickley a mate you hear
Again he played for the Crows for him so dear
But what we now need is a soothsayer
And when will there be an ex-Power player?
I don’t think it will not happen now
Especially in a parochial Adelaide plough?
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Friend - Mark Of The Outback
I know a man who was one with his people’s pride
Whose life was for service with thoughts of self aside
His blood flows red as the glow of the Centre’s soil
He will be remembered always for his enduring toil
For our hope and reconciliation for all Australians as his prize
More than wearing the blue remembered as being always wise
When his task is finished and a judgement called is done
As Mark of the Outback altogether he will always be as one!
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Friendship
To find a true friend is a difficult thing
Whom you can confide in and on the phone ring
You need to nurture and treasure the find
And when you have one treat them kind
People will pass through this mortal coil
And some will bring your blood to boil
But the other ones treat them well
As friends together your heart will swell.
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Fun - Apples Are Dangerous
On sitting at my desk today
My apple was in delicious display
So I bit into it and now I find where the label ought to be
There now is half a one I see
Will it be able to pass on through?
Or will I forever inside be branded Lenswood true blue?
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Fun - Cat Videos
When sitting in the lunch room today
I was shown the latest cat video in display
This one had a moggy not bright
Who had found skating a flip flop was alright
Watching it made me ponder what will be left
In a hundred years or two my thought is bereft
That someone will be analysing what we did
And all there is our cat videos on the grid.
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Fun - Cats Are Crazy
We have a cat at home who just lies around
He is fluffy and white and not mentally sound
Sleeping soundly is his forte with food as his hobby
When he walks along he looks quite fat and flabby
He doesn’t go out because he likes to be clean
During the light of day he is very rarely seen
At night he prowls around and practices creeping
He scares the dog when out at him he goes leaping.
I think that he if tested a vet would find him psychotic
The way he struts around he seems to be quite myopic
He hunts down socks, fluffy toys and his rubber mouse
Running fast and pushing them all around the house
He comes into his element when the sun goes down
Doing the stray cat strut without making a sound
The thing the scares me about him most of all
When I wake up in bed and stares me out to enthral!
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Fun - Conspiracy Theories
Hitler got out of the Third Reich living in South America until today
Pope John Paul was murdered foul his coffee was poisoned all the way
Kennedy was shot twice from the grassy knoll not from the Book Store bay
Armstrong didn’t walk on the moon no-one can survive in the stars away
9/11 was not Al Qaeda it was the CIA stretching its muscles all along
Elvis did not die in Grace-lands he’s still around singing all his songs
The Roswell saucer crashed that night the aliens they will still disavow
The Malaysian jet did not fall to the ground they have it on an island now
Bigfoot, Yeti and the Yowie still prowl the wilderness walking without a care
Atlantis survived and is still a factor in ocean ship disappearances there.
I hear all these legends and start to wonder how we could agree
The world is as we know and all those things were never meant to be
I was told once that you’d be surprised at what you cannot see
There are many things in this world that would be a surprise to me
Pausing to ponder what it means would send a bloke a bit insane
Still all the explanations that are given for some seem a bit inane
Sometimes I would hope that some of these strange wondrous things
Would be correct and in believing them there would be for me no strings
Still if everyone believes them no History channel programs would there be
Sitting home at night what would you watch, from the room you would flee!
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Fun - Earth Vs. The Flying Saucers
Do you remember sitting in a dark Friday Night
When Deadly Earnest was an awesome sight
He would host a B-movie feast at that time
And we would find them all just fine
The one I liked most to this very day
Was Earth vs. The Flying Saucers in a scary display
It was made in the 50’s when space was new
And the thoughts of our alien neighbours grew
It was a story of a scientist with a beautiful wife
Who found himself in a bit of strife
The rubber aliens spoke to him
And what happened next was an inter-planetary hymn
The war was on with heat ray arms
And alien faces that knew no charms
Their rays melted all at a touch
All that was left was a melted puddle of mush
In the end in Washington there was a showdown
The scientist finding a way to bring the saucers down
Our own ray gun made them wobble then crash
They saved the world with their flying fleet a smash
At the end of the film there was a beach scene made
With the scientist and his wife showing we had made the grade
But the final question was posed in the scene
Had we really won or was it all just a dream?
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Fun - Flat Pack Furniture
It’s easy flat pack is the way to go they said
Just take it home and it is easy they said
Lay it out on the floor before assembly they said
The tool for the screws is in the pack they said
I should have read the instructions I said.
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Fun - Flat Pack Furniture Part 2
So I finally decided to read the instructions on the page
It seemed that you needed to be a Star Wars sage
The wording was done by Master Yoda to say
An example was ‘On the floor the parts to lay’
Then the ‘Figures included to follow you should’
In the end I was no wiser in that I could
no way known
have completed the assembly as shown.
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Fun - Holes In My Belt
I’ve been on a diet it is plain to see (I hope)
No cakes, milkshakes or pies for me (how sad)
I can’t bear it when I front for my meal (can’t miss it now)
I sometimes think what I eat is not real (no fat, no sugar, no taste)
Food is a pleasure I now miss every day (the flag is at half-mast)
To find what I crave there must be a way (my stomach complains)
After it is all considered the most annoying part (certainly there are others)
Is between belt holes with falling trousers wearying my heart! (each step
needing to hitch up)
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Fun - I Like To Drive A V8
I like to drive a V8
I know it’s not fashionable but it’s great
I like the acceleration and the fact
When driving it looks like you know where it’s at
I don’t need to hoon around
But I know I can stare the hoons down
That’s what you get with nothing to prove
And know that as you drive you’re in the groove
As I said I like to drive a V8
And a Holden at that mate
I would think when my time is here
I will spend eternity behind the V8 wheel so dear!
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Fun - I Vant To Suck Your Blooooooood
There was Bela Lugosi in the black and white
Whilst peering over his cape for a fright
Then there was Christopher Lee
For Hammer Horror as terror can be
Now it seems that Robert Pattinson
In Twillight is the tormented sexy one
Who sparkles like a diamond in the brightening sun
I am sure if Bram Stoker was alive to see
What his Dracula creature has turned out to be
He was supposed to be pure evil and one to fear
Not someone attending High School and held so dear
I would think that vampires would not play baseball
But be looking for fair maidens to drink blood from them all.
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Fun - I Want An Overactive Thyroid
I don’t want a tape worm sucking away inside
For that would certainly dent my inner pride
My choice would be for an overactive thyroid
And to have my fat from my body to be devoid
Why can’t I be thinner for all my friends to see?
A stolen mirror’s look would always satisfy me!
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Fun - I've Got A Man Cold
I've got a man cold I'm not very well
And when I see others I have to tell
My nose is all runny
It's so sad and not funny
I can't go to work like this to others I tell
I let everyone know I'm in my private hell
When I tell all the ladies they only laugh hard
It seems that they can take it better than the males in their yard
I don't think I'm made for childbirth it would be no fun
When I'm sick I'm told I complain a ton
So think of me as I sit here with hot water bottle under my rug
I think that to make it better I need a hug!
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Fun - Ode To My Moustache
Moustaches are now out of fashion
For they have lost their toughness notion
Just think of the 70s the tough guys all had them
Remember McCloud, Barney Miller and Magnum
Now you need a charity purpose worth growing
Instead just tough, stately and all knowing!
When considering it all for today
For me it’s all baldness and grey
Alas the time of the moustache has passed
For my moustache the dye has been caste
I remember it all so fondly but now I must say
As a porn star I think you would all run away
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Fun – Oh For The Days Of My Youth
In earlier times it seemed to me
I couldn’t wait for the latest to see
A new movie with a twist or story
That would leave you wanting more of its glory
But now as I listen to the latest music fad
Or hear of a movie it makes me quite sad
There is nothing new to be seen
Not even a new story that is crispy clean.
Once there was Star Wars where space was an ace
Or the Beatles who sung with good grace
Better still disaster movies in tragedy rung
And of course a new song that was sweetly sung
Now there is Snoop Dog with terrible rhythms
Or Enimem loudly making faces and hand signs
So I am left with the oldies radio channel
And dreams of Jedi Knights dressed in white flannel.
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Fun - Shoe Shopping
It was 3.30 in the Sunday afternoon
When to Tea Tree Plaza we did zoom
Groceries to buy and a pair of shoes to choose
We went to the Shoe Store for selection views
I know what I want when I see it she did say
I knew I was in trouble then right away
So I stood there and saw a parade of shoes
Each one to try on I was not amused
The shops close at 5 I had to say
She said I think I know which ones that I will pay
So I looked on them and they had a familiar ring
They were the first ones the shop assistant did bring!
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Fun - The Borg
Whilst watching Star Trek with Captain Picard
They were fighting cyborgs in their universe marred
The Borg fly their cube spaceships and look to destroy
Federation Starships that against them deploy
One thing that puzzles me with the Borg
Do they have toilets especially designed for cyborgs?
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Fun - The Jesus Lizard
I've just watched a lizard that runs on top of the water
You would think it would sink like any weight oughta
But this is a lizard that fascinates me
And runs on top of the water as light as can be
It's called the Jesus Lizard because it's a fact
Running on the water is not a fact to detract
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Fun - The Legend Of Lego
On the coast of Cornwall on a stormy day
The people of the village walked the beach searching away
After a storm they are looking to find
Pieces of coloured plastic in the surf so fine
It seems that one stormy night a ship out of Denmark
Lost a container over the side and into the dark
So now when the tide and full moon is just right
Lego bricks bubble to the surface in their escaping flight
So when you go to the Cornish Coast on holiday
Look to the crashing surf and sand for you may
Find Lego Batman, Robin or Superman
And rescue these Superheroes in a grand plan.
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Fun - The New Pill
They say in the future all you need to do
To lose weight is to pop a pill or two
In today's fast food world
To find a pill in science held
To eat hamburgers and such
It might also be a Golden Arches pill to munch!
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Fun - The Zombie Apocalypse
Will you survive the Zombie Apocalypse?
When with each bite you go into a life eclipse
You need to look for a place with high fences
And shoot them in the head for your defences
Where did the virus come from that's caused the plague?
Which ended the world even though the start was vague
What weapon do you need a samurai sword, rifle or other blade
You will need something for your defence to be made
So in the end find some people who are good survivors
And are good with their weapons without any errors
Who know when it's time to move on
And kill any zombies that will attack all along
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Fun - What Goes Together
Children playing with puppy dogs
Cold wet days and burning logs
Ice cream melting and chocolate bars
Wind in your hair and V8 cars
Action movies and winning large
Dancing and with friends having fun
Action movies and winning begun
Hot summer days and a cooling breeze
Favourite songs and lovers to please
All these things go together well
And for you to smile and forever dwell
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Fun - Why Should It Grow There?
Why should it grow there?
And to top it off people stare
Given the choice certainly not there
While there is plenty of room on the top of my head
It chooses to grow out of my ears and nose instead
And now I use mini clippers and other devices
To be like I was before hair became one of the vices
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Fun- Modern Enchantment
What would witches need for today
When casting a spell in a brew right away
What modern concoctions would they bring?
Instead of eye of newt perhaps eye of TV screen
When needing a substitute for feather of crow
It would be part of raptor jet wing
With wire of computer and blue tooth ring
All mixed together in a microwave oven
Instead of a cauldron forever bubblin'
And at the end what spell would enchant
Perhaps it would be unmetered wi-fi to grant!
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Ghosts – The Final Thankyou
There was a paramedic whose business was saving lives
And going to situations to treat those in peril to help their fight to survive
One day he went to a young lady who had overdosed on illicit heroin
They worked on her at the scene and in the ambulance on the way in
To the Royal Adelaide Hospital with lights and sirens all the way
But she was pronounced dead by a doctor and they had to give it all away
So the day ended and he went home to his wife
And told his wife how it happened and how it ended her troubled life
So they retired for the night and were getting ready for their bed
When this girl appeared before them with a tear in her eye she shed
She just stood there before them and pointed to her heart
And then vanished as she appeared with a sudden start
They sat down on the bed and couldn’t believe their eyes
And talked it through in their complete surprise
What they came to realise was she had returned to see him
And to thank him for what he did in her parting hymn
Perhaps there was also a twinge of sadness for how it had occurred
And how she had wasted her time on earth in her final word.
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Ghosts - The Girl In The Bikini
It was a hot summer night in the backyard pool
The summer night party was ending in the morning cool
Most people had left with just a few left talking too
A good time was had by all the night through
They saw her walk from the house
In a bikini swim suit as quiet as a mouse
She wasn't recognised and good looking
Into the pool she jumped without misgiving
But no one saw her come out
She disappeared without a shout
As the months went on she was seen again
As the ghost in the bikini to comprehend
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Ghosts - The Lady On The Veranda
There was an old house in Port Adelaide
With a return veranda as it was made
On the northern end of the veranda sight
There was an old swing for a warm night
It was said in the evening seated on the seat
A lady in a summer dress sat looking neat
But you see the story I heard from the town
Was she had died when the Spanish flu was around
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Ghosts - The Sailing Ship In The Bay
Some summer nights in the Tasmanian sky
When the summer heat promises a temperature to fly
The Aurora Australis lights up in an intense colour sheet
And it's when the ghost ship drifts across the bay discreet
The moonlight shines straight through the sails
And they say a woman stands on the deck and wails
The story they say is that long ago one summer night
The master was with the woman below the deck in love's flight
But the ship sailed on into the rocks and was lost
The woman and the master drowned at the shipwreck's cost
So now on those summer nights the ship sails again
With the woman wailing about what she could not defend
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Grief - A Lost Baby On The Beach
Where is the light of good for all to see?
What is it that we strive to do or be?
Is it the truth or justice for all or just for all to be free?
Why should the ones who suffer most be too young to see?
When we go to bed at night should it be as a righteous one?
Or should we just look after ourselves to see that we have won?
Surely all who live on this earth are entitled to live in the sun?
Or should we look to others grief and thank god it was not my son?
May the little ones be gathered up and rest now within god's grace.
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Grief - It’s Time To Put My Burden Down
The time slips by so quickly but the memories remain the same
Your first steps and your laughter are always in my mind’s frame
I treasure the pictures taken with each one a memory held so dear
You are part of me and I feel you now so clear to me and so near
The day you left was no different, the last words we spoke the same
If I knew then what I now know I would hold you and stay I would exclaim.
It’s time to put my burden down
I have loved you all along
Thinking of you has ground me down
I want to sing your song.
I go to our special places and want to see you standing there
Without you being with me these places are now not quite as fair
There are memories of you all around I still see you every day
I want to remember you as sunshine and not in cloudy grey
I’ll be seeing you there and know that you are alright now
I know there is no end and you will be waiting to show me how.
It’s time to put my burden down
I have loved you all along
Thinking of you has ground me down
I want to sing your song.
The long days wasted without you have made their mark on me
The grief I feel for you in the night whilst searching for the key
To find an end to the saddest times to soothe my aching heart
I know you did not want to go away the thought tears me all apart
You would not want me to feel this way it’s time for healing nowThe memories of the happy times will give me all the know-how.
It’s time to put my burden down
I have loved you all along
Thinking of you has ground me down
I want to sing your song.
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Grief – Martin Bryant Still In Prison
I looked with interest of the photograph of him
In a prison for life and to see he's kept in
It’s good to see he hasn’t weathered well
Let him be left in his private hell
I think of the people he slaughtered at Port Arthur
And I weep for them whose life did not go farther
Most of all those little girls he chased and shot
We cannot go back and change what they got
But rot in Hell
Is for Martin Bryant to forever dwell.
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Grief – On Hearing Bad News
Just today a friend phoned to say
His partner had cancer and needed treatment straight away
What do you say to such devastating news?
It is certainly a situation that no-one would choose
Just a moment in time that can be wordless
What words can make it better in this mess?
Except I hope it is not worse than you could think
And that she will get well and not be brought to the brink.
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Grief - When Does It End
What makes for this world?
Where violence is upheld
And people lose their life
When others are troubled by inner strife
Do we cower away and let might have its way?
Or should you stand tall and know right away
We weep for those lost again
Surely there needs to be an end to the mayhem
We all have an obligation to look after each other.
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Grief - Wipe Your Tears
Wipe your tears, sit down and rest a while
The rays of sunshine will caress your face
And children playing will only make you smile
Know those you loved are with you in this place.
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Haiku - Gentle Breeze
Gentle Breeze blow
Caressing cooling my hot face
The eagle soaring
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Haiku – Live Each Day Well
Death walks with us all
We do not know where it leads
So live each day well
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Haiku – Love Is Comfort
Wait and ponder why
Hatred for some is the norm
When love is comfort
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Haiku - The Morning Sun
Golden light chases night
As the world wakes anew now
Leave your bed jump in
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Haiku - The Promise
A promise leaves your lips
As it floats to me sweetly
Is it now too late
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Haiku - The Stream
The stream is flowing
Towards the sea giving life
Which choice is for you
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Haiku - Time To Live
Take the time to live
Do not wait to live your life
Happiness is yours
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Haiku – Walking Home
Walking the path home
Quiet and feeling so alone
Ducks swim in a pond
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Haiku – Your Path Forward
Blue sky forever on
Stretching to the horizon
Is your path planned?
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Hope - What Will It Be Like When I See You Again?
What will it be like when I see you again?
Will I hug and kiss you with your head on my shoulder to bend?
Will the sun be always shining, will there be a bright warming light?
Will we always be together forever, will everything be alright?
Will all the trouble and strife I have seen be gone for all time?
Will what I hoped for when you left me be finally mine?
What will I say when I see you again, will I be lost for my words?
Or when it happens would I know that all these questions are absurd?
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Inspirational - Will You Stand With Me?
When I need back up and there is evil around
Will you stand with me?
When it is not safe and I need to stand my ground
Will you stand with me?
When the odds aren’t in our favour and others threaten harm
Will you stand with me?
When I don't fit in and need around your comforting arm
Will you stand with me?
When I'm at my lowest ebb and feel I can't possibly win
Will you stand with me?
When I need some comforting words to turn grief into grin
Will you stand with me?
I will stand with you and be there until the end
And by standing together we will be friends!
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Law – Citizen’s Juries
It seems lately the buzz words are
If you have a problem that may bar
Someone’s love of life or pursuit of happiness
Announce a Citizen’s Jury to clean up the mess
In theory the way is quite clear
For all to contribute without any fear
But in practice all that you get
Are groups of self-interest with lips that are wet
These people attend meetings to have their say
And ensure in the report they have their way
So what you get in the end for us all
Is law or procedure which seems a bad call
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Law - The Truth And The Facts
The truth is what happened for all to see
Then the lawyers get to it and work it to be
The rules made it into the facts to be followed
And see what's admissible for the court to be swallowed
So by the time that the judge and jury see it
The truth and the facts are apart a fair bit
So forget about what the television shows
In true life the agreed facts really goes
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Life - Do You Miss The 70's?
Body shirts, flared trousers and platform shoes
Long permed hair, maxi skirts and halter tops all to choose
Happy days, Knight rider, Lucille Ball on television
Led Zeppelin, CCR and then Disco in splendid vision
Every lad wanted a muscle car and be the first from a traffic light
And there was Mohamed Ali in the Rumble in the Jungle fight
We were all young looking for adventure and the best time found
We did not worry much except where the next party was bound
Where did we lose it all to be in the state we are today?
Perhaps we remember it as a happy time to wile away
After all that's said and done I remember it as sunshine all the way
With music on the AM radio you had no choice to play.
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Life - Does The Light In Your Eyes Look To Disguise
Does the light in your eyes look to disguise
What was done in your name to get their prize
Do you stand there and smile when you truly despise
Perhaps I read too much in your eyes
Does what you say to hide what you really think
When I'm not around does your oratory stink
Do you go home at night with a glass and a smirk
Whilst you plot your next move and the turn of the dirk
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Life – Don’t Sit Down
Sitting down is unhealthy for you
You need to stand up for your health to be true
Standing up doesn’t age your body fast
The benefits from this will last
It’s another healthy list item
So the advice is not to go ahead and fight them.
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Life - Don't Let The Darkness Win
Don't let the darkness win
Let's not let hatred step in
There is hope in this world for peace
Let others find sanctuary and wars release
If the world could see tolerance and understanding
We all would be better off demanding
This instead of demonstrating against others to meet
We don't need genocide to be complete
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Life - I Need Someone To Say That It Will Be Ok
I need someone to say that it will be OK
To feel their supporting hand in my dismay
I need the warmth of their touch
To feel that it will pass and not matter so much
I need to see the sunshine again
To feel that I have hope with no need to pretend
I need to know that the world is a good place
To feel that there is good in this human race.
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Life - I'm Chasing A Rainbow
I'm chasing a rainbow for a sunny day
It always seems to be further away you see
And the rain will always go away
But the rainbow is out of reach for me
The better things seem beyond my grasp
Perhaps the road ahead has more rain than sun
When the little I do receive does not last
It seems harder now than when I first began
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Life - I'm Tired And Torn
When times are bad
And the world seems sad
I'm tired and torn
To where I find it hard to go on
When the days are long
And the bad times are strong
I'm raggered and wrung out
To where there is no help about
When I miss you
And there is heart ache through
I'm in despair and demonised
To where it's hard for others to sympathise
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Life - Last Day
If today was my last day
Would I approach it differently?
Would I make peace with the world?
Would I finally get what is coming to me?
Would I say that I love you and I am happy?
Would all the little annoyances now matter?
Would it be a day fulfilled or would I have regrets?
Would these questions all be answered or would they remain?
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Life - Listen Softly
Listen so softly
Their voices are there
Whispered words that drift on the wind
I hear them again
As I did once
When I was young
And thought the world would not change
I hear them again
Calling me home
But I must remain
Today is here as there will be tomorrow
I hear them again
And I must stay.
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Life - Lord Let Me Win Please
From the time when I co