Really!?

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Sheep are tough

 They can sense weakness in dog or man

 And yet are too brainless

 For a man to ken what’s on their mind

 

 

Sheep looks, man looks

 Sheep feints and charges off

 

Man whistles dog

 Dog advances gingerly from behind

 Full of stealth and purpose,

Really looking the part,

 With eyes only for sheep;

 

Whistle goes again

 Dog , blank , eyeballs man,

“Really?!” 

He’s failed to ken

 What sheepman’s on about;

 

Brain in overdrive

 Until it clicks!

 And he sets quickly to his task.

 

 Dog knows this game of chess

 ‘Tween man and sheep;

 Two equal partners really!

 Him in the middle, trying to press

Sheep to man’s will,

If only Dog can guess.

 

 

It can take a long time

 To train a man with a whistle in his hand.

 

 

 

Fade Out

Get a grip on your mentality as the room begins to tilt

Drugs stuff up your reality when you rise up from the chair

Your blood’s lagging way behind as you try to suck more air

But it all settles down as from the chair you rise

If you just concentrate on the centre of your noggin

Just between your eyes; the place where you’ll be dead

If it’s where the bullet flies

Forget about moving round to pump blood up through your legs

Just concentrate on that seductive fog and wish that it’s not there.

It’s a bugger getting old, but what a way to go.

No pain or commiserations

With your life flashing through your mind

But like a fade out in a movie

Until you’re no longer

Th

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e

But what a way to go!

Whoopee!

( the author is grappling with drug induced postural hypotension while clinging to a chair and perceiving the possible benefits of this state of lucidity at a later stage as it is not entirely unpleasant . I see what Michael Hutchence was possibly on about )

We Don’t Want That!

We Don’t Want That!

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Violence is a poor excuse

No winners there!

To be avoided and condemned

But a divergent point of view

Heated discussion!

Maybe disapproval!

Or opinion that’s not kosher,

That might get someone in a stew!

 

Bring on the silks and defamation

And let’s not forget the Government

They’ll bring you into line

With either a hefty litigation

Or you’ll be looking for a new job!

Yeh, that one works every time

 

Isn’t that what an insult is?

A comment that upsets someone.

Are we to live without insults?

Always believing that we are always right?

No disagreements?

Life without debate?

 

Then goodbye to democracy

Hello facial recognition, Border Force,

Facebook likes and CCTV

 

And a phone that sends uncalled-for messages

From whom?

Where’s my privacy?

 

Yes welcome to the matrix

Come and join the queue

We have genetic engineering

To produce what we desire

Guided by big brother and the media

As to what we should aspire

Something normal that fits the mould

Certainly not something different 

Or dare I say bold.

 

Which raises the question

Just who is “we”?

 

Enough! No stupid questions!

Work hard and put your head down

Don’t think too much 

Get your degree!

Bullshit!

It’s not who you know , we’re always told

Isn’t this the land of the free?

( my computer just told me the on-line editor is going to F*ck up my layout and “help” me

by “improving” it)

Bullshit!

Forget about a fair go!

In this land of  i-phone isolation

Where only a few seem to get ahead

(Unless you’re” in the know”)

Of their appalling situation

And when the time comes, vote sensibly

No party-line voters please!

Think!

 

 

 

What Next?

                           The USA have lost their way

They’ve lost their moral compass

                           The alt-right will be here to stay 

                           As long as they can Trump us

                           But surely the next time they vote

                           They’ll all turn out “en mass”

                           To try and find a President

                           With at least a bit of class

                           And tell the current President

                           To pull his pinkies from his ears

                           And face the music gracefully

For the last four disastrous years

                           And may they realise that it’s up to them,

                           Let’s hope they see the light

To speak out on Election Day

And neuter the alt right.

We Don’t Want That!

Violence is a poor excuse

No winners there!

To be avoided and condemned

But a divergent point of view

Heated discussion!

Maybe disapproval!

Or opinion that’s not kosher,

That might get someone in a stew!

Bring on the silks and defamation

And let’s not forget the Government

They’ll bring you into line

With either a hefty litigation

Or you’ll be looking for a new job!

Yeh, that one works every time

Isn’t that what an insult is?

A comment that upsets someone.

Are we to live without insults?

Always believing that we are always right?

No disagreements?

Life without debate?

Then goodbye to democracy

Hello facial recognition, Border Force,

Facebook likes and CCTV

And a phone that sends uncalled-for messages

From whom?

Where’s my privacy?

Yes welcome to the matrix

Come and join the queue

We have genetic engineering

To produce what we desire

Guided by big brother and the media

As to what we should aspire

Something normal that fits the mould

Certainly not something different 

Or dare I say bold.

Which raises the question

Just who is “we”?

Enough! No stupid questions!

Work hard and put your head down

Don’t think too much 

Get your degree!

Bullshit!

It’s not who you know , we’re always told

Isn’t this the land of the free?

( my computer just told me the on-line editor is going to F*ck up my layout and “help” me

by “improving” it)

Bullshit!

Forget about a fair go!

In this land of  i-phone isolation

Where only a few seem to get ahead

(Unless you’re” in the know”)

Of their appalling situation

And when the time comes, vote sensibly

No party-line voters please!

Think!

Saturday Arvo At The Flics

Saturday Arvo At The Flics

 

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You can forget your church on Sunday

Or watching footy kicks

Us kids just couldn’t wait

For Saturday arvo at the Flics

When the noonday sun was highest

We’d all queue up for  our ticks

Except for Max

No dogs allowed unfortunately

But that was o’right by Max

For he knew his limitations

You could always count on Max

To never rise above his  station.

So sadly minus Max

We’d descend into the hall

And breath in that spacious musty smell

Of carpet, and Lysol

 We’d settle in our seats

As the lights would slowly dim

The curtains would creak open

And  the projector would kick in .

A flickering beam of light

Would strike upon the screen

And those scratchy countdown numbers

Would reflect back to our team

Filled with muted expectation,

For the hall was dark as night.

First we’d rise to greet the Queen

Then at the Cinesound News we’d stare

But even blind Freddy could surmise

That weren’t why we were there.

We’d come to see Road Runner

And that stick of dynamite,

Whether Tonto saved Lone Ranger

On Universal’s backlot, black as night

While Mickey Mouse , brought down the house

And Goofey shucked & gawed

And Popeye fought with Bluto

Over the slinky Olive Oil.

So’d come intermission

Dazed, we’d walk out in the sun,

 Wander down to Fotios’s

Buy a malted milk and discuss the fun

Seated in a wooden booth

Surrounded by  wood veneer

Beneath a scene of Tropic Splendour

And a greasy fan that scythed the air.

Till it came time to go back

And catch up on the main show

That longed-for feature film

Starring Bogey and Garbo.

And content we’d leave the flea-house

Where waiting Max with the gyrating tail, I’d greet

Happy to do it all again

At the Saturday flics next week.

Happenstance

Happenstance

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Chance and circumstance

Select our fate.

One wonders if our choice had changed

What other circumstance

Might have therein reigned

Against the shackles of relentless time

As the apposite slips from our grasp

And having passed on

Is forever lost,

Sealing our fate,

Both yours and mine.

The Night Horse

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Stars in their millions shimmer

Across an inky jet-black plain

Disturbed only by the wind and lowing cattle

As they quietly chew their cuds and then

 

A snapping branch or bird screech ,

A fallen limb or lightning hit

Spooks the bull,

Makes him bolt

The herd following in a fit

 

At an ever quickening pace.

The stampede’s on the run

On this windswept moonless night,

The thundering has begun.

 

John ,

Lanky with bowed-out legs

From years spent on his horse,

Swings into the saddle

As he lets out a curse.

I’ll head off the bull!

Get after them damn cattle!

 

Hooves thundering through the grass

Galloping on uneven ground ,

Fallen branches , rocks and stumps,

The night horse brings them round.

 

Seeing what no other horse can see

Leaping over hidden stumps

Overtakes the panicked bull,

The leader of the herd,

Turning them upon themselves,

With pressure on the flank

‘Til they’re running in a circle,

Slowing down and calmer now.

The stampede’s course is done.

 

Thanks to a horse thats sure-footed,

Can see well in the dark;

A horse that’s like no other

When the herd is on the run.

 

But for the breeze in trees and grasses

Everything is calm

And  John can get some shut-eye in

Before the morning sun

For they’ll have to be rising early

To get some droving done.

 

Millie

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She was prim and short and proper

Was Millicent Mary Moon

But the locals just called her Millie

She was the backbone of Yeppoon.

 

Whether sorting goods down at the Op shop

Arranging flowers for the church,

Baking cakes for market stalls

Or helping neighbours in the lurch

You’d think she had no time left at all!

 

But she always found a way 

With a kindly little word;

Always dressed so very neatly

And as lively as a bird.

 

If you needed someone to talk to,

She’d sit down and take a chair.

Take a moment to hear what ailed you

And reassured you just by being there

 

That everything would be okay.

Not just with empty words,

But thoughts and suggestions

That would help to save the day.

 

Yes a fountain of care and action

Was  Millicent Mary Moon

And they all thought kindly of her!

She was the backbone of Yeppoon!

A Dog’s Life

A Dog’s Life

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A Covid silence envelops our streets

 

Deserted , peaceful

 

Giving pause for reflection

 

A dog in fear , submissive on its back

 

We wait for the numbers to fall

 

Don’t get too near

 

Wear your mask

 

Time passes so slowly

 

Tired of our screens

 

Weary apprehension replacing our dreams

 

Remembering back