Terri696

Terri696

TORMENTED - JANUARY 18, 1994
SHIMMERING WHISPERS RIDING ON THE WIND
AND A LABOURED BREATHE
FOR I HAVE SINNED
LIGHT A CANDLE IN THE DARKENED ROOM
TO SHOW ME THE WAY
FROM THIS GLOOM AND DOOM

STOLEN KISSES FROM A LOVER’S MOUTH
SHOW ME HOW
WHICH WAY IS OUT?
CHILDREN'S’ LAUGHTER AND A BABY’S CRY
PLEASE, NO GOD
I DON’T WANT TO DIE.

GOLDEN LEAVES ON THE GROUND DO SCATTER
AUTUMN WINDS CARRY THEM
TO WHERE
DOES IT MATTER?
LIFE ON EARTH IS OH SO SHORT
IN HEAVEN ON HIGH
SOON
NO CHOICE
ONE’S TO REPORT.

GHOSTS OF A LONG TIME PAST
HAVE COME TO HAUNT
FLOATING HITHER AND TITHER
IN MY MINDS EYE
FLASHINGS OF LIFE
ONLY TO FLAUNT.

SWALLOWED UP
GONE BY
THE YESTERDAY
GOODBYE, MY LOVES, FAMILY AND FRIENDS
SO MANY WORDS LEFT DORMANT
AND UNSAID
MAY THIS WORLD SHOW YOU LOVE AND PEACE
FOR NOW I GO
MY LIFE
HAS OUTRUN IT’S LEASE.

MY DESTINY LEAD ME - MARCH 30, 1997
Gaze lovingly into my eyes
As your fingertips gently caress
The contours of my face, my neck,
My shoulders, my breast

Gently enfold me in your arms
And press your lips to mine
and mingle our kisses
With gasps of breath

Hold me close in naked splendor
As you whisper words of love
I long to hear
Hold my hand and my passion claim
Lay me down on petals rare
And indulge me in the pleasures
of ultimate paradise, embraced

Take me my gentle Eros
As we explore
Our inner sensuality
For only you and I can share
Love
My destiny lead me.

CHRISTMAS CHEER - DECEMBER 21, 1993
Christmas time, full of enlivened cheer
Fridges full of ham, turkey and ice cold beer.
Decorated with tinsel,
the tree and walls
Even up the blinkin’ hall.

After the pressies, all unwrapped
Paper and ribbon, scattered, al for scrap.
The clothes don’t fit, come shopping day
to the shop, return.

Toys broken and fractured
are ready to burn.
Kids bellies full of lollies and cake
Hubby drunk on the floor,
I reckon he’s flaked.

All the money that was spent
In twenty four hours,
wonder where it went.
Leftovers eaten on Christmas night
All this extra food, it can’t be right
Got to eat it before it’s rotten
Starving children, much forgotten.
Wonder what it’s worth I say
To cancel this overrated Xmas Day?

DEVILS, DEMONS AND KINGS - DECEMBER 1993
THE STORIES AND TALES OF EVIL THEY COME
FROM THE GRAVES, AH THE GLORY OF EACH ONE
THE DEMONS, THEY ECHO THEIR NOISE
AS YOUR PEN, IT WILL POISE

FROM YOUR LITERARY PEN
THE FIENDS, THEY WILL ASCEND
‘T’WEEN THE PAGES OF YOUR TOMES
ANOTHER EVIL STORY LOOMS

‘T’WAS YOUR PEN, A DRAGON, IT WAS SLAIN
MANY A GHOUL AND DEVIL KNOW YOUR NAME.
FLAGG WAS YOUR WALKING MAN,
IN THE PAGES OF THE STAND.

MY HERO OF LITERATURE YOU ARE
IN THIS FIELD, YOU'RE THE STAR.
MANY A WORD AND PHRASE
COME COMPLETE
WITH MY PRAISE.

TO ME YOU'RE THE BEST
FOR I’LL READ, NOT A THING LESS
FROM CARRIE TO CHRISTINE
CUJO AND THE WASTELANDS
THESE ARE THE WRITINGS
FROM YOUR HANDS.

I COULD BE YOUR NO.1 FAN
IN MISERY, ANNIE WILKES,
CLAIMED AND LOVED HER MAN
YOU, I WOULD LOVE TO MEET
THIS WOULD MAKE A DAY COMPLETE

INSTEAD, I’LL CURL UP IN MY BED
AND GLANCE AT THE PAST
THE BOOKS I’VE READ
I’LL READ WITH HUNGER
NEEDFUL THINGS
ANOTHER GREAT
FROM STEPHEN KING.

GHOST OF MY PAST - DECEMBER 20, 1993
An alcoholics existence is discontented and artificial
Disentanglement is arduous and lamentable
Detachment from family and friends
Jeopardized, difficult to pardon and make amends
Embarrassment of diminished wealth
Not to mention, damaged receding health.
Paranoia and delirium tremens are rife
Lost are the values and rationality for life.

I have been there and done that
Not a fabrication but a fact
Destitute
I may have been
If not for my children, my lover, our hopes and dreams.
I returned on my own accord
Obese and lethargic
I was bored.
A restored life and self respect anew
This could transpire for anyone
and for you too.

MOTHERS - DECEMBER 12, 1993
A MOTHERS LIFE IS UP AND DOWN
DESERVER OF THE MAJESTIC CROWN
AND SILK AND SATIN, IN ITS PLACE
ON HER BODY, TRIMMED WITH LACE.

NOW HER BROW, ONCE WRINKLE FREE
YOU CAN SEE THE LINES OF HER MEMORIES
ONCE A GIRL OF GLAMOUR AND CURVES
LITTLE ONES COME,SHE’S THERE TO SERVE.

MOTHERS TOO, NEED TENDER LOVING CARE
FOR HER OFF-SPRING, ALWAYS THERE.
NO MATTER IF HER HAIR BE GRAY
HER SMILE WILL BRIGHTEN UP YOUR DAY
WE KNOW HER WORK IS NEVER DONE
SHE’S NEVER OUT HAVING FUN
NEVER AT NIGHT
NEEDED AT HOME TO KEEP THINGS RIGHT.

HER CHILDREN ARE HER MAIN CONCERN
WON’T ASK FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN
GIFTS OF SILVER,DIAMONDS OR GOLD
IS NOT APT, FOR THIS LADY BOLD.

ONE DAY SOON - DECEMBER 15, 1993
Today I’m feeling moody and down
‘Cos the once blue/green seas
have turned a filmy, murky brown.
What do you feel or care?
If the earth of trees, it’s bare.

The world is overheated and the sun is hot
About the future, you just forgot.
Our rivers and oceans house no life, only a festered stink,
Birds and animals, for them to breathe, you didn’t even think.

Plastic items,[to save money] you didn’t keep,
You only bought them on special, cheap.
Away, you did throw
Now, the trees, plants and grass wont grow.
This world you took for granted, is years, millions old
And you were careless, ruthless and bold.
Your throw away style of life
Has made it hard and full of strife.

Now the earth’s dead, decaying and barren
But you and your carelessness, aptly carry on
Throwing your re-cycles away
Lucky if we survive another day.

Your great grand kids will never know
How it felt to taste the fresh food, we could once grow
In days long gone.
Did you need it written on neon?

Don’t worry about the destructive muck
Why not pass the malignant buck
You will say with a smile and no shame,
It’s the ozone layer, thats to blame.

THIS BOY - DECEMBER 18, 1993
ALWAYS A TALKATIVE,JOVIAL YOUNG BOY
AND GIGGLING GIRLS,HE LIKES TO ANNOY
HE WILL GROW A LOT AND THEN
IN HIS HEART WILL BURN A YEN.
ONE DAY HE’LL GO AWAY AND MARRY
OVER THE THRESHOLD, A WIFE HE’LL CARRY
A CAREFREE LIFE WILL LONG BE GONE
VANISHED RAPIDLY, HIS HOPES SO STRONG
A HOUSE, A CAR, A BIKE, IN DREAMS
AND LITTLE CHILDREN IN HIS EYES A GLEAM
RESPONSIBILITIES ARE SURE TO COME
FOR NOW HIS TEEN LIFE HAS BEGUN.

OF HIS ACCOMPLISHMENTS, I AM PROUD
THESE TO YOU, I COULD BRAG OUT LOUD.
ADVENTURES AND HEARTBREAKS, A PLENTY THERE WILL BE
AND SUCCESS WILL NOT COME CHEAP OR FREE
HIS FUTURE HOLDS A LOT AND MORE
PROVIDING HE CHOOSES THE RIGHT OPEN DOOR.

HE WILL LEARN A LOT THROUGH HIS GROWING YEARS
AND COME A TIME
I’LL CRY MY TEARS
I KNOW THAT I AM A LUCKY MUM
YOU SEE, THIS BOY,
ANDREW
‘HE IS MY SON’

QUESTION TIME - DECEMBER 22, 1993
YOU KNOW THE FAULT IS NOT CAUSED BY US
SO WHY NOW, ALL THE FUSS?
WHY MAKE MARBO SUCH AN ENORMOUS DEAL?
IT WAS OUR ANCESTORS, THE LAND DID STEAL.

WANT TO TELL ME WHAT WENT WRONG?
WE’RE LOOSING OUR COUNTRY
IT’S THE SAME OLD SONG.
THERE ARE THE NATIVES, SCREAMING FOR EQUAL RIGHTS
HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME, BECAUSE I’M WHITE?

AND TOO MANY ASIANS TAKING OUR JOBS
NOT ALL AUSSIES ARE LAZY, LAYABOUT SLOBS.
I HAVE DREAMS FOR MY FAMILY TOO
IT’S MADE HARD FOR ME TO PERSUE
ALWAYS A DOOR CLOSED IN MY FACE
THE GOVERNMENT WON’T HELP
I’M CAUCASIAN,
IT’S A DISGRACE.

AN OVER INDULGANCE OF USELESS IMPORTS
WHATS HAPPENING,
I WANT TO KNOW,
TO OUR EXPORTS?
WHAT AUSTRALIA HAS IN ABUNDANCE
IS LEFT TO RUIN AND ROT.

A PIECE OF LAND FOR ME?
THEY WILL NOT ALLOT.
THE LUCKY COUNTRY?
WELL I’LL BE DAMNED.
YOU SURE FOOLED ME
MR BUREAUCRAT MAN.

ERIN - DECEMBER 19, 1993
Cascading lustrous red hair
Eyes of blue and skin so fair
A young lady friendly,
and full of fun and cheer
And friendships bonded,
Firmly adhere.
Blessed am I
to have Erin
as my daughter.
I thank God for the day
to me, He brought her
Irish by nature and by name
Also a temper she must restrain
Deep down buried inside
Her secrets she’ll often hide
Won’t tell a soul
If in her heart
there’s an ache,
Keeps it to herself.
For advice, she is reluctant to take.
In the right direction
Without any fear
Approaching adulthood
So near.

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