I cast a wish into  the world,
A message from a good old girl,
As  I wish for good intentions,
From a pacifist, I mention,
Make the best of every situation,
Step back from their manipulation,
Nasty makes negativity,
Let's hear it for positivity,
I am okay here today,
Are you okay this way?
Yes, we're both good as gold,
It's a ****** to be growing old,
So let's pray for tranquil ways,
Peace means calm, hooray!

Once were dinners a deux, you see,
Was it only a few months, or a century?
Once were schools abuzz with kids,
Teachers agog to see what they did,
Once were universities,
Alive with youthful dreams, indeed,
Once were pubs with beers.
Once were football here,
These are viral times, my dears,
Once were bushfires too,
A horror story for me and you,
Yes, Stephen King wrote this year,
Once were Oz fun times, not fears.

I wash your clothes anyway,
A poet must have her say,
I've got the giggles again,
I'm on my own thought train,
Your bloomers are on the moon,
"Thank you' should be your tune......

Here's my tapestry,
Small family tree,
Grey threads sorority,
Don't say fat, tee hee,
Three sissies, so cuddly.
Time for tiddles, or coffee,
Beyond Ma's death by cakes.
We're ever young, tea slakes,
Seventy now, baby sis,
We antiques bridge, kiss,
Fun times family,
How's your tapestry?

Way back when  in the sixties,
When we were young and nifty,
Me and Grandpa definitely believed,
I would love to ask him what, indeed,
In what did we believe?
Well, in the case for Jesus, let's say,
Original selfie, his shroud, Resurrection Day,
In hope, in Faith, in our power to pray,
In silent miracles, at Easter, and every day,
Yes, me and grandpa did believe, yah!
A healer was on Earth, still here today!

Yes, it's a lovely day, you say,
Is it your white wedding day?
Or is it a political funeral?
All set for a divorce, young gal?
Think it through a bit longer, eh,
Before that lovely white wedding day!

I reminisce on love not funny,
So much for giving people honey!
I just never met Mr. Right, I guess,
I met Mr. *******, no less,
No need to sook it, I confess,
Some men have a funny idea of love,
They think they're gifts from God above,
Hello there, rotten mongrels, honey!
I reminisce on love not funny!

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?

Our first glance,
Did his eyes dance?
Eye contact,
Was that that?

Let's join the crowds and throngs,
We're going to opera to sing along,
We'll sing along with Figaro,
Let's frock up, and off we go!

Spring is a young woman,
Friend to every human,
Laughing, sunny, warm, shining,
Green and floral, beguiling,
Happy scented days of smiling,
Light blues skies, breezing,
The world is softly loving in Spring,
Like a young woman for cuddling......

Of fur friends I am a fan,
Have you tried a Catscan?
I wander the dark backyard,
Finding Kitty is really hard,
Where are you now, naughty thing?
Do not me any dead mice bring!
I do not need such morn offering,
Catscan for you, do please come in!

Have you ever seen a sad retriever?
Of their true love, we are the receivers,
How many need to change a light bulb? None!
To them, there is a perpetual sun.
Tongues lolling, tails wagging,
Always smiling, never flagging,
Yes, we love our happy fur friend dudes,
With their positive mental attitudes!

It's not that easy being green,
A nonsense verse to be seen,
To be green, we all manage,
Every human fits this adage,
To feel envy is a human emotion,
The grass is greener, we sailed the oceans,
That is why there's migrants, prithee,
We're still flying over the seven seas,
The shifting sands of humanity,
All humans feel envy of something,
Cor, I want that bird with another's ring!
The other man's bull and blip is always better,
But what happens next, when he does get her?
Miserable divorces are not that hip,
Just because you want her blip,
Is this such a nonsense to be seen?
It's not that easy being green,
But, somehow, we all manage,
Quite normal feelings, that's an adage........

No Imelda Marcos, she,
One good pair of shoes for me,
Plain, flat, sensible, black,
No **** high heels, alack,
But I can walk where I want to be,
One good pair of shoes for me!

If I were a world dictator,
I would make peace now, not later,
I would ban bombs and guns,
A new way on Earth begun,
Big dreamers start with dreams,
We could change the world, it seems,
We need peace now, not later,
If I were a kind dictator.........

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?

Well, it's my old friendship refrain,
Really good to see you again,
It's as if we never paused our conversation,
Today's smiles are no imitation,
We take up where we left off,
Welcome, old friends, thanks a lot,
And a surprise visit as well,
Old friendships have their own spell,
It's like we're never apart,
Old friendship's place in our hearts.....

This is tale of Daring Do,
Indeed, a true tale for you,
I was walking my fluffy dog one day,
Chanced upon an aggro dog along the way,
It assailed my little fur,
Really bad, not even a stir,
So I battled the Alsatian and won!
Saved my fur friend number one!
Yes, not bad for this old lady,
Walking fur under trees so shady,
That's my tale of Daring Do,
Indeed, a true tale for you.....

I stand here, a plaster saint,
Somewhere else, I'd be a haint,
A ghost of a distant century,
But I'm a symbol of Christianity,
Or of another faith, you see,
People come to worship with me,
I present to them a gift of faith,
All who pray for blessed grace,
No sacred space is ever empty,
The divine is here with you and me,
We're all part of this mystery.............

ENCHANTMENT

I speak to you of enchantment,
No call for weary lament,
Bud's bloom into lovely red flowers,
All because of those April showers,
For new beginnings, it is time,
Fragrances in the air so fine,
A portal swings open today,
Heaven on Earth not far away,
Angels shining to give us blessing,
Guiding us if we're perceiving,
Intangible feelings is what is meant,
I speak to you of enchantment.....

A writer gawps at society,
I went to a bus stop after tea,
Littered with used syringes,
Drugs evolving, slightly unhinges,
Why do we accept this as normalcy?
It's a challenge for the authorities,
Or for changing norms in society..........

Can you hear Beethoven down the years?
His Fifth symphony can move you to tears,
I listened to his music alone,
His deafness, his music in tomes,
Can you hear Beethoven down through the years?
His Fifth symphony can move you to tears........

Heaven is the future and now,
Silent heaven sings, don't know how,
Like a diamond in the sun,
Fragrant pastures Elysian,
Do we love the stars too much?
Dreams  are for real, and such!
Heaven is purity, fiery elements,
Perpetual love is meant.
Heaven is the future and now,
Peace on Earth, but how?

When do we knock off?
Home offices, not for toffs,
I stagger to the desktop,
Yikes, another job!
Guess it won't take me long,
******* my phone, my new song,
We can afford gas for cars vehicular,
But not allowed anywhere particular,
So, we work in the home office,
Jobs designed for masochists!

So, that was the year that's been,
I reminisce on the vast global scene,
Somehow we dance on an inferno, it seems,
I hope I don't end up writing an epitaph,
An elegy of youth's futile autograph,
Is it to be conscription, perhaps,
Or overseas deployment for chicks and chaps?
Yes, we welcome in 2017,
With closure on the year that's been.......

I pondered, alone, not lonely, like a cloud,
Is positivity still allowed?
I spied upon a distant hill,
A man who was a dipstick dill,
My kind of guy, I suggest,
I feel this poem does regress,
I keep feeding him, none the less,
I ponder on what is a man,
Not the end of the world, to him no hand,
I ponder, alone, not lonely, like a cloud,
Yes, other magic is still allowed.......

I did eat brown rice, one day,
Yeeeccch, never again,
Then was wholemeal pasta, eh!
Yeeecccch, never again,
I did at that café,
Yeeeeccch, never again!

A question from a peaceful dove,
How to verify this paradox called 'Love'?
Is it the best or worst of emotions?
For real love, you could move oceans,
Or is it a fleeting ephemera,
Where nothing lasts forever?
Maybe poets could validate 'love',
Inspiration sent from above,
If you find answers for poet doves,
We'll all send the world free hugs!

His light guides our way,
Shining on all His beloved,
Sweet. cannot be beat.

No, we can't get enough,
Of our concept of love,
Fleeting glances, tough,
Drown in your eyes, love,
Do you want mouth to mouth,
Is there a snog for you, down south?
No, we can't get enough,
Of our own concept of love.....

Wifey flings open bedroom door,
Not gazing kindly, a picture she draws,
Wife blows her nose, her cheeks are a'rose,
Her husband lies there, full of moans,
Her husband begs,
Wifey  takes a breath,
"Yes, dear, I know you have a man-cold,
But, dear, I,  too, have a man-cold,
But women are not allowed to groan
or nag, says men, you are alone,
I, too, have a man-cold,
But, this washing is getting old,
I'm cooking tea and minding the kids,
No, dear,  I shan't make soup like your mother did,
Yes, dear, the undertakers are near,
Here's your last will for your man cold, dear,
Yes, dear, I know you have a man-cold,
Your whinging, is, like, well, old!
I have to iron your shirts now,
Yes, dear, I know I am a fat old cow,
But, dear, I have your ***** in my purse,
I do hope our man colds don't get worse!"

Today  I sat in the sunshine,
I lingered for a time,
Flowers are budding,
Insects are a'buzzing,
Seasons have turned, somehow,
The air is milder now,
Spring is in the air,
Lighten us up everywhere,
Human to earth, human to earth.
Thanks for Spring, for what it's worth!

If I could trade places,
Surround myself with new faces,
Maybe I could share my smiles,
With new friends across the miles,
To learn fresh customs and foods,
To acquire broader attitudes,
If we could all trade places,
There would no other 'races'.......

It was a personal quest,
Found some faith, no less,
Like Uriel and Baptist John,
As on the divine I pondered on,
Yes, modest conversion spiritual,
I got 'de-light', so mystical,
As I write a verse, lyrical..........

Old timers' rom-coms,
Where did Gidget come from?
Of all the summertime wits,
When does Gidget get it?

Sinners we're all afire,
Immersed in our desire,
Naught can impact flame,
No one really to blame,
Earthy, human embers,
Revival, age remembers,
Sensual, our Decembers!

Here's some tips I can say,
If I give you advice this way,
You'll never fit through the door!
You're twice the size you were before!
So I'm not doing beer belly ****!

Long ago, in a youth now gone,
I spent hours at a pond,
A clay base , sun adorning,
Tadpoles swimming, half forming,
I spied with magnifying glass,
Frogs finally hopped at last,
Now, no frogs, cause no rain,
Is is all because of climate change?
So I ponder on such ponds,
Where have all the tadpoles gone?
That was our ecological health,
How can we restore our planet's wealth?

Am I gullible or not?
Why listen to you, or what?
Your opinion does not rate!
Totally futile, great!
What would an Einstein say?
Why listen to BS anyway?
You don't have to like me,
I don't have to believe thee,
Not everyone likes everyone else,
I get to please myself!

In life's journey, we can all  be taught,
I am tolerant, more than I ought,
I always aim for some rapport,
Whether it makes one a doormat, or
Someone kind and reliable, what's more,
People pleasing is a bottomless pit,
I've done a great job, no time for hypocrites,
I am tolerant, more than I ought,
In life's journey, we can all be taught.....

Welcome to Home School today,
A typical mum might say,
We''ll start with Maths, okay,
First,  I have an empty glass,
There is 0 wine here for a blast,
Then I'll pour in half,
Before I top it up,
Now I have 1 whole wine to sup,
Home School does need wine o'clock,
For mums, not kids, quite a shock,
Stop laughing at Mum, okay,
She flunked Maths too, along the way,
Some Mums are not teachers, okay,
Now who farted? She's say,
End of home school for the day!

Here in Oz, they're banning fairy tales,
Indeed, a giggle did not fail,
Children's lit must be correct politically,
Here's the new style ode for thee,
Listen up and you shall see.
Skippy has two mummies,
Their boyfriends spat the dummies,
Now Skippy's mums got preg,
Their boyfriends did renege,
So along came little Skippy,
Hopping off to eat Mr. Whippy,
Yes, totally correct politically,
New fairy tales for the kiddies,
Skippy has two mummies,
Our norms do change, it seems....

We're all in life's long race,
Pondering on a distant place,
Where we are spiritual beings,
Our souls free beyond dreaming,
No, we can't take stuff beyond,
Immaterial thoughts to wonder on,
Do you believe in the afterlife?
Why wait for peace, no strife?
If we all had a Peace day today,
The world could unite this way,
A distant place, how far away?

Long ago and far away.
I drank a glass of wine one day,
But I was allergic to grapes,
Wine o'clock for me don't rate,
Just listening to you is enough,
Whine o'clock now, tough!

What does moonlight sound like?
Like glistening pearls, crikes!
Moonlight sounds like tranquillity,
Glowing, soft serenity,
Moonlight sounds silent to me,
Shining through space eternally,
Moonlight beams down on us,
Yes, moonlight sounds lustrous!

Girl met boy one day,
She dumped him along the way,
He was a ******* for thee,
He called her a ****, you see,
Now he can't get his rocks off, tee hee,
Try not abusing any woman, enough,
You're not an excuse for a man, tough!

Yes, these walls do have ears,
Or so it appears,
And the doors have eyes,
that is a surprise,
Like that old reprise,
The house has a thousand eyes,
maybe we all tell lies,
That's my surmise,
Part of being human, I suggest,
No one's perfect, I  guess.....

I know this may never happen,
If I met a bloke, who'd be clapping?
How do you do the squishy bits?
I would end up giggling over it!
Gravity has won, let's say,
How do you get it on, at our age?
Do you keep our tops on, let's say?
How embarrassing! What gets in the way?
That would be really funny love,
I can't imagine such love doves!

The vessel of our dreams,
A ship that's not as it seems,
The beauteous Earth,
Sailing  space's girth,
Our bountiful blue ship,
Run by  powers-that-be's blip,
A ship that's not as it seems,
The vessel of our dreams......