Yes, sad but true,
Is this real to you?
I have earworms, do you?
Songs in my brain,
On my thought train,
I sing along every day,
Earworms on my brain, Yah!

I hope to contemplate the Mind of God,
As onwards, the human race does plod,
Is it Armageddon, where once we trod?
No, not yet, I hope to discern God's vast plan,
For the total billions of each human,
Is it towards anarchy we plod?
Who hopes to read the mind of God?
Let's contemplate humanity,
One multi-faceted entity,
What's wrong with global peace armies?
To save blowing up our sons and daughters,
This is not Peace like it oughta!
But if we had leaders, visionaries,
Would there be a balm for humanity?
We hope for a future for our society,
As onwards, one human race does plod,
Not Armageddon yet, where once we trod......

I hope to contemplate the Mind of God.

Page 168 of a book, line seven,
How to show a man true heaven,
The girl embraces with a gesture,
An indication of warm conjecture,
A loving welcome awaits him,
Yes, indeed, he's "in like Flynn!"

Yes, today I travel to an isle,
I'll linger on here a while,
It's a magical isle for poets,
We're all misfits, and we know it,
Our muse shrouded in mists and fogs,
One  isle for our mystical blogs,
I'll linger here a while,
Our misfit poets' fair isle..........

Alone, Lone Wolf,
Reticent and aloof,
Abstract thoughts,
Introspection taught,
Introvert innate,
Not a lonely plate,
Fun book friends,
Delights never end,
A pleb, for what it's worth,
On lonely Planet Earth,
Jewel of the Universe,
Cosmos a vast church,
Life is creation,
Have we found any aliens?
Reticent and aloof,
Alone, a lone wolf.

In our family, we have green thumbs,
We've grown our share of oxygen,
Now if every pleb had  a green thumb,
They could grow gardens of oxygen!

A nether world of online dating,
With new suitors to be relating,
I seem to attract unsuitable suitors,
Unsuitable kisses from my 'lovers'!
How tactile, passionate and sincere,
I wonder who is real on this website here?
Ah! Unsuitable kiss from an online love,
"Does he mean what he says?" I ask above,
Should I swoon and hurl my knickers,
Do I, or the suitor, end up in snickers?
With progress I am updating,
With new suitors to be relating...
"Hooley dooley!" that's what I'm stating......

This is  the world of 2017,
Are people getting more mean?
It's the rise of the noun vertical,
I don't know anyone not egotistical,
Maybe it's the people I mix with,
Or am I collecting dipsticks?
Let's practise spirituality practical,
In 2017,  "I" equals egotistical........

On Father's Day, we pause,
Reflect on our dad, with cause,
A stoic, smiling, gentle man,
A gift to any woman,
But brave, a digger,
He beat the ****, ripper,
Our land is free,
Because of the brave, you see,
Let's celebrate dads and liberty!

Enter the dragon, indeed,
Chinese New Year for thee,
Friendly Dragon in Melbourne town,
Enter the Dragon, he don't get down,
Part of our heritage, no frowns,
Yes, Chinese New Year, prithee,
Enter the Dragon, indeed......

Do you pledge allegiance?
With patriotic dalliance,
Like most things I guess,
We can be too patriotic, no less,
But we should be proud of our land,
Here in Oz, the great Southern band!

I bought a coffee the other day,
Gawped at society on the way,
Coffee shop like the undertakers,
Here no conversation makers,
"The  crowd" sitting in total silence,
Gazing at phones, is it sense?
So much for that coffee shop,
The solitude of worshiping Microsoft,
Alone together, where does it stop?
Solitary silence in the coffee shop!

We've heard of seven deadly sins,
Where do seven graces begin?
One is a smile on every face,
Then kindness to all is a grace,
Humility is to bless,
Sharing is great, no less,
Peace in daily life,
Walk away from strife,
Understanding is for free,
Compassion for all he's and she's,
Share these among all races,
Should bring a smile to their faces,
That's seven heavenly graces.......

If we could chat to a film hero,
Would we learn more than zero?
Let's say we talk to Robin Hood,
Was he really all that good?
Romping around in hosiery in the woods,
Was Robin Hood, in bed, really so good?
What about Maid Marian in that snood?
Did she have more than a fling?
With his archer's sling?
Stuff of legends, film stars,
History of those days afar.......

A morning offering,
Prayer is my best medicine,
People do throw rocks,
Thanks instead would be a shock!
I am a Christian, I say,
As here I sit and pray,
All's well that ends well, my boy,
Prayers to God are efforts of joy!

In a museum of the future scene,
A retrospective of 2017,
What will it feature to be seen?
Lands of racism and hostilities,
Political puppets, cant evergreen,
Any good news for the future scene,
How can we change 2017?

Father, I place this in your hand,
Thanks for creating many a land,
Thanks for each spark of life,
Praise a peaceful time of life,
But, we thank you, God, sort of not,
For viruses and mosquito grot,
Why did you make such breeds?
Better gifts could fill our needs,
There's billions of humanity,
We can't control our fertility,
Daylight savings must be the cause,
Infallible men give us pause,
Thank you, God, we say any day,
No one's perfect, but thanks, okay!

To be a greenie or not,
What to plant in this plot?
So you can chop it off,
I feel like tree hugging,
Chainsaws are me bugging,
I guess we agree to disagree,
I want to be a greenie!
House divided by you and me!

You can leave on your feet,
or feet first, sweet,
Is that a stir or what?
You look fabulous, male ****!
Don't let geriatrics drag you down,
They do get confused in this town,
They can get very boring,
All their scripts rotating,
You can leave on your feet,
Or feet first, sweet!

Poor little man!
It's like kicking a can,
Did your footy team lose?
Do you wish you had a *****?
Now you're a'sulking,
In your lair you are skulking,
Now no one loves you, churn,
Go down the garden and eat big fat worms,
Sad violins,
Pity parties for him.
His team did not win,
Wah!! Wah!!! Drama  mama man!
You poor little man!
OH!!

Can you discuss this with me?
Is honesty anyone's best policy?
Here, truth is no one's friend,
Where does BS start and end?

It's all quiet on the Eastern seaboard today,
As we pause for a century of Armistice Days,
Can any armed conflict pave the way,
For the peace on Earth for which we pray?
To the Anzacs upstairs we give a wave,
Our tribute to our young troops so brave,
We hear ghosts of cannons roar asunder,
Today we all stop to wonder,
We'll never know what they went through,
To make a future for me and you,
Red poppies are flowering again,
The silent bloom of a lost generation,
So we pause for a century of Armistice Days,
Let's hope for peace to be our way,
Yes, it's all quiet on the Eastern seaboard today,
"Thank you" is what we'd really like to say!

C'est la guerre, c'est la guerre,
Who's being manipulated, him or her?
How do you spell futile?
Give up bullying meanwhile,
C'est la guerre, c'est la guerre,
Who's being manipulated, him or her?

Virus alert! Virus alert!
Not feeling quite so pert,
These are the germs God sends ya,
I woke up with influenza!
Pucker up, you Casanovas,
One kiss will give you pneumonia!

Yes,  I was born a helper, the Elf,
Though thanks were left on the shelf,
Buddy the Elf is no fighter,
Smiling in peace makes us lighter,
Helpers find solutions, you see,
I am nice to people so nasty,
All I can say is, "Good for me!"

Words burnt in my brain,
Times not to come again,
Of long lost childhood,
Things motherly--good?
"Go and play!"
That's all she'd say,
In a big back yard,
Veggie patch too hard,
Mud pies we played,
Fun times stayed,
Boy, was there trouble!
Fled on the double,
"Go and play!"
That's all she'd say,
Long lost childhood,
Things maternal--good?

Imagine, Jesus here and now,
If He was here today, somehow,
Jesus' miracle of loaves and fishes,
The crowd wanting only gluten-free dishes,
And fish naturally mercury free,
Not canned salmon, prithee,
And the bread with soy and lecithin, you see,
And does Jesus do coffees as well?
A double soy decaf latte, extra hot, so swell!
Only from free range cows for thee!
Pesticide and chemical free,
Gotta be correct, politically,
Jesus' miracles in 2017........

I went to a town called Koroit,
I came home from Koroit,
At geography, so adroit,
It was Kismet in Koroit!

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?

We are the celestials,
Different from these terrestrials,
Above such things *******,
I'm an old age girl,
You are my world,
I love you to the moon
And beyond, none too soon,
We wander as stars,
Orbiting afar,
In universe above,
Endless divine love,
Deep in galaxies,
Across time and centuries,
Above the terrestrials,
We are the celestials......

Hello, and Hell, PM, this is 2017,
Your medieval view is our scene,
It's the future for the young, their stage,
Do you want them all to live in the Stone Age?
It's called Liberal surreality, no less,
When's the next election? Guess!
Even poor people can vote one day,
A little humility goes a long way.....

To live in peace, my dears,
Calm and smiling, no tears,
You bait my response, I fear,
All I say is, "Yes, dear!"
I think what  I choose, my dears,
The sounds of silence, cheers........

So, these are my piety years,
A Christian gal lives here,
Jesus is a sweet name, my dears,
He is still in his blessing  years,
Time to stop stressing with fears,
No need for crocodile tears,
In our co-dependency years,
Faith sets us all free, you see,
True liberation for you and me........

Here's a verse, not too long,
All about my favourite song,
It's, of course, "I will survive",
A heart that's kind is always alive,
Who cares who is a winner?
In life, I have survived a grinner!

A question for you, this
is a line I read in Genesis,
Who were the sons of God? I ask,
Ethnopoetry of the Bible, the task,
And who were the daughters of Earth?
Did Gods mate with men, now a dearth,
What does 'giants' portray?
Way back when, in ancient days,
Who were the sons of God? A guess,
Did we all come from the stars, no less?

What is the best idea I've ever had?
Well, I made an essay template for likely lads,
So they would always be number one,
Their scholastic life has just begun,
Then I designed an adage,
Whatever happens,  I manage,
I designed a motto,
As I don't drink, nor get blotto,
"Good day to be alive, now smile!"
I'll invent something else, in a while!
So, what is the best idea you've ever had?
Let's all share, lassies and lads!

Trees can talk, you know,
Trees resound in their glow,
The wind softly leaves and sighs,
Trees bless passers-by,
Trees have voices of shade,
Trees do chat in their glades,
No one to listen, so
Trees can talk, you know.....

One day, upon reflection,
I decided it was mindless meditation,
How can I cure overthinking?
Folk say cure it by alcohol drinking,
Or are boozies stinking thinking?
Or I can aim for lots of reading,
Then more pulp fiction I am needing,
Shame  I don't go to the pub for drinkies,
Overthinkers have too many thinkies!

Is google a boon,
Or controlling our doom?
Google to the rescue,
Next browse in our view,
Time to print,
Another forest extinct,
Let's rescue each other,
Google as Big Brother,
Next to browse to my view,
Yes, google to the rescue!

Scribble ten words,
First three are a verse,
For what it's worth,
Only an idea for you,
How to stimulate the muse.......

The full moon appeared,
Shone on me all night here,
I arose, a new version,
I turned into an evil person,
Yes, instead of smiling and kind,
It was Lucrezia Borgia time.....
"What is for lunch?' Indeed,
"Why it's mushrooms for thee!"
Lucrezia declaims,
"Things are not the same,
What can I poison today?"
See what the full moon's done to me,
Lucrezia Borgia is now cooking tea!
Would you call me a living legacy?

A day of solemnity,
A day of piety,
For a God of Truth,
Is the Shroud His proof?
Jesus gave up the ghost and passed,
Let's worship this long gone past,
Peaceful and sorrowful for Christians,
Sacrifice for all us humans,
A day of inspiration.
Our one day of sad contemplation,
On  Good Friday,
Let us pray.......

After Armageddon, what will survive?
Only Keith Richards will be alive!
Yes, there'll only be Keith Richards,
Pickled by drugs and drunkards,
So, what world will we leave old Keith,
As the world is covered by nuclear wreaths?

Yes, this is a quip and a pun,
Hermaphrodites make their own fun!
Alone? Date yourself, you are the one!
Hermaphrodites make their own fun!

It all came to a standstill,
A day when time stood still,
A beautiful world, fogged and grey,
Grief was its own land, okay?
But the sun arose the next day,
And we woke up anyway,
When the past was  a distant land,
Time stood still, not so grand........

The Flintstones, blast from the past,
That was a pregnancy to last,
For Pebbles  we waited so long,
She did sing her own songs,
Now this is a fact so scary,
Pebbles has now turned sixty,
I can't believe how old we've got,
Once the Flintstones really rocked!

I dip my toes, blue,
Chlorination fever too,
What am I to do?

I stand, whinge, been told,
Waiting till I should be old,
Man, this water's cold!

What is the best placebo?
Paste a smile, and off you go,
Best to leave the scene,
No point being too mean,
We are all mere human beings,
Smiles are a placebo, it seems.

Once there was Golgotha, when,
A God walked amongst men,
Is He coming back again?
He walks with our feet,
With our smiles He greets,
He works with our hands,
A friendship for many lands,
His ghost looks like His shroud of Turin,
Is He ever coming back again?

Yes, once I did a newsboy job,
With a newsagent I did hobnob,
Our little town at four o'clock,
In depths of winter, quite a shock,
In New Blithering I did search,
Why did Heathcliff leave me in the lurch?
Not to be a drama queen,
I did retire from that scene,
It was quite amusing I say,
Second breakfasts every day,
No wonder we were obese and fat,
No longer a newsboy, that's that!