Poems 3

A WOMANS LIFE

A woman's life ain't easy
Much tougher than a man's
You disagree? Then maybe you're a fool
A woman can't come home from work
Sit down and watch TV
Or go play with the kiddies in the pool

She has to do the shopping
And cook the dinner too
The washing tends to drive her round the bend
The kitchen floor needs mopping
She has to clean the loo
No wonder she's a headache at the end

So when your day is over and off you go to bed
Your hands on tender parts begin to creep
You act so disappointed , when she says 'NOT TONIGHT'
Rolls over takes a pill and goes to sleep

You think you're so hard done by
You've slaved all day at work
Entitled to relax and have some fun
But just remember mister
Your fair share, don't you shirk
A woman's job is never ever done

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AUSTRALIAN

Australian, I’m proud to be,
So much I love my home,
Open spaces all around,
For citizens to roam,
There’s beauty all around me,
Strange animals abound,
From Kimberly to Great Divide,
They grace our sacred ground.

Now I was born an Englishman,
Four children and a wife,
Left Heathrow one cold morning,
To start another life,
Settled here in Sydney,
A stone’s throw from the sea,
Finest city in the world,
It’s where I want to be.

So here is where I’ll live my life,
To share true love with my new wife,
Smile at every bright clear dawn,
Sunday arvo, mow the lawn,
Watch SBS news every night,
How the politicians fight,
To others I will lend a hand,
As we all should in this dear land,
Do what I can for those in need,
The hungry I will try to feed.

I’ll try to laugh at everything,
Occasionally cry,
And when the party’s over,
Heave a long deep sigh,
Thank my God for everything,
Tell all I love goodbye,
On Sydney’s Northern Beaches,
In Hui Clarke’s arms I’ll die.

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GG-DISGRACE

Hollingsworth has stepped aside,
At last he’s seen the light,
Resigned before he was dismissed,
But sure put up a fight,
Lifelong friends in power,
Deserted left and right,
Excuses on the T.V.
So pitiful a sight.
Children once forsaken,
Sleep peacefully tonight.
Time and love may heal your wounds,
And soothe your lonely plight.

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RAPE OF INNOCENCE - 1

Satan come amongst us, and ring your cruel bell,
Call the men who raped our children,
Call them down to hell,
Include the ones we put in trust,
Who knew, yet didn’t tell,
And if I now forsake our children,
Take my soul as well
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SEA WITHOUT WATER

By day so hot, at night so cold,
That nothing can survive,
Water, there’s no trace at all,
And nothing is alive.

Few men have ever traveled near,
The sea’s so far away,
Those that go, are filled with fear,
That they might have to stay.

No wind, or waves, or even sound,
Disturb this awesome sea,
A mighty crater, filled with dust,
And named ‘Tranquility’.

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WOMAN OF THE NIGHT

They stand there in the same spot every night,
You see them on the pavement, underneath street light,
Some are talking to strange men, they've never seen before,
Men who've left their homes, to go out searching for a whore,

A young girl finds a customer, he finds her very nice,
She smiles at him seductively, and he agrees her price,
They walk together from the street, and onto building land,
She gives her pleasure, then returns, with money in her hand,
Takes up her position where she is clearly seen,
Thinking of next client, and not where she's just been.

What forces these young women,
To leave village, or small town,
And walk the streets of Shanghai,
With such immoral frown.

When they were slowly drowning, in a sea of poverty,
Perhaps the devil in nice clothes, said 'young girl, come with me,
Shanghai's streets are paved with gold, and I will set you free,
Take my hand, the promised land's where you should really be?.

How I'd love to talk to them, and take them from their life,
Help each one make an honest man a good and loving wife,
Their dialect, I cannot speak, but I would love to try,
Because, but for the grace of god, along that street go I.

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SILENT SCREAMS

Look at us, we’re all so cool,
We all smoke, don’t be a fool,
Take one now, we’re not in school.
All the same, that’s our first rule.
Silently she screamed for guidance.

Party time with all her friends,
Has to follow latest trends,
Takes a pill, so small and white,
Keeps her dancing through the night.
Silently she screamed for excitement.

Red and green she dyes her hair,
Gives her family such a scare,
Tattoos adorn her thigh and hip,
Rings through eyebrow, nose and lip.
Silently she screamed for help.

No more time for home or schools,
Stuff their pressure, stuff their rules,
Those who are in charge are fools,
Talking maths and kilojoules.
Silently she screamed for love.

Sleeping here and sleeping there,
From day to day without a care,
Bright eyes have turned to hazy stare,
Her fate is sealed, she’s unaware.
Silently she screamed for her family.

Learns to be both whore and thief,
Drugs she buys bring some relief,
Calm and peaceful when injected,
Sharing needles, soon infected.
Silently she screamed for a way out.

No one heard her silent screams,
All preoccupied, it seems,
Lost forever, all her dreams,
Marble tombstone, how it gleams.

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THANKFUL

When the lady of the house,
Cooks dinner for her kids & spouse,
From packet, freezer, or from tin,
Complete with chemicals within,
And even though there’s not much meat,
The pastry’s burnt and hard to eat,
Say “Delicious” as you chew,
Be thankful she’s at home with you.

As husband sits with cup in hand,
Not washing up, as you had planned,
Once more, he’s left it all to you,
He doesn’t know how much you do,
Perhaps it’s not, he doesn’t care,
Just that he’s so unaware,
So let him sit and watch TV,
In padded chair, where you can see,
Just few short steps from where you are,
And not out drinking at the bar.

Says teenage girl to mum once more,
I tidied up my room before,
I shouldn’t have to make my bed,
Or study till my eyes are red,
You know I’m not one to complain,
But all this work is such a pain.
So listen mum, and mark my word,
Although her logic seems absurd,
Her body and her mind are changing,
Hormones, feelings, rearranging,
Home with you, she’s safe & sweet,
Not so, out there on filthy street.

Every week you have to pay,
Those dreaded taxes, and you say,
It’s far too much for what I earn,
The government has dough to burn,
Politicians, they don’t care,
They all take the lion’s share,
And then perhaps you’ll stop and think,
How much you have to eat and drink,
Too much tax, that may be true,
But not in unemployment queue.

I see injustice, and I care,
I hear the cries of those out there,
Who need a gentle helping hand,
Or counselor to understand.

I’m thankful for my eyes and ears,
Thankful that I shed real tears,
So thankful for my easy life,
And love I share with darling wife,
Thankful for my intellect,
My health and humble self-respect,
For agile mind, though not real smart,
And Oh so thankful for my heart!!
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