Views in Verse on the die hard fan!

The Sydney Swans last night powered into their second Aussie Rules Grand Final in three seasons as their champion Adam Goodes celebrated his 350th game for his proud club.






The Swans (or Bloods), as they are often known with their South Melbourne heritage, were far too good for their North Melbourne opposition and will now meet either Port Adelaide or Hawthorn in the big game next week. Adam Goodes - a greater player Sydney has not seen!

Goodes is a gifted and proud indigenous player and also current Australian of the Year! He seems to be belying his 34 years and had a wonderful game just when it was needed - igniting his side to dominate from that time. Tippett, Franklin, Rohan, Parker, Jack, Kennedy also had marvellous games.The defensive unit was also outstanding constantly blunting the oppositions forays to goal.

The Melbourne dominated media chaired by the irrefutable Eddie McGuire could not help but immediately decry the Bondi Billionaires tagline after the match. McGuire also the chairman of rival club Collingwood, who performed poorly this year, is desperate to redress the balance as Sydney (with their remarkable depth beginning to show) appear on the cusp of a golden decade.

Perhaps Eddie should be more respectful of the culture that this club has now on display at all times. This factor is the true envy of the other clubs regardless of how much money they have.

Next week may see the Swans ascendency really firm although they can seriously expect a tougher game than last night. Perhaps the North Melbourne Kangaroos played their grand final last week after qualifying in from the bottom of the draw.




The Die Hard Fan

What is this light
That dances round me?
My skin is cold within
Am I watching
Am I sleeping
Is this face my kin?
I hear soft grumbling
The image mumbling
There's no clear lines I see
What's this happening
Surely dreaming
A chill sweat covers me

I try to move
But nothing's moving
Confounded by the light
I'm now awake
On that I'm clear
Fumbling in the night
Blimey! ...not Dad?
...reaching out...
...he's long past skin and bones...?
Now he's touching
I feel his breathing
I hear his gravelly tones:

"Son, we worry about things
that our life brings
We're not happy till it's done
We lock ourselves up tight
Day and night
Much like a train we're riding on
I don't know the answers
As I'm telling you this
My life was lived the same
But I need to know
before I go...
Did the Boys win that last game?"

"Did they smother Plugger
That big hard bugger?
Did Kelly make them pay?
Did Tighe do it tough
Down the guts
To steal the game away?
No apartheid fall
No Berlin Wall...
My life wouldn'a bin the same
I've just gotta know
before I go...
Did the Bloods win that last game?"


Sent from my IPhone - Grahame J Flynn

Views in Verse on mindfulness

Mindfulness

The new corporate 'must have'

Delivering Buddhist 'be in the now' composure 

to the better known 'I thought you did this yesterday' culture

No doubting the power of personal mindfulness; but can it be deployed in the manner in which we usually see corporate projects deployed? There is only one answer to that. Yet it won't stop us from trying.

Mindlessness

The Buddhist monks have given their all

A panacea, a corporate call

A silver bullet to be precise

To transform our culture to warm and nice

It’s a state of mind we’ll all be showing
When the pressure's white hot glowing

You'll zone in with all your thinking

Into ‘the now’ …key factors linking

It starts out with the CEO

Who declares it as the ‘way to go’
Drilling into where it’s needed

Right to ‘the floor’ to be seeded

But it can’t be just a 'softly' code

Where the ‘rubber hits the road'

For this to get up we’ll need to try

To marry up key KPI’s

With line of sight we’ll execute

Focussed mindsets to really suit

While the unions shouldn't interfere

To kick it back that extra gear

Yet lip service will clearly not be enough

When the going gets real tough

The odd angry shout we'll understand

It’s rough out there in corporate land

And being sure it’s HR’s stand

Should resonate in budget land

Can’t see ‘the beanies’ really caring
Given they like that 'something daring'

And don't be concerned that proof is lacking

to warrant this scheme deserves our backing

Innovation demands ‘the smart ones’ bring

The new ‘must have’ …the next big thing!


They've tried it at the Aussie Rules
'Roosy' says "hey...the boys are cool"
"The coaches say they'll fall into line"
"Malthouse may take a little time!"




From the desktop of Grahame J Flynn

Views in verse on relationships

Relationships need to be 'Win-Win'


Anyone in business will tell you that a relationship will only survive as long as it's 'win-win'. 

Unless people are willing to compromise, best to accept the inevitable and get on with something else.









A toxic relationship may survive the short term but can often destroy the combatants who are trying to make it work ...even then it may still be doomed. Such relationships are often founded in false or unrealistic objectives.

Relationships need to be Win Win! 

If this is all so second nature to us in the objective business world, why does it sometimes seem so hard to recognise in our home lives? It perhaps takes an 'objective look' in the mirror before even engaging with others.

There's no secret to it.

The Gnome's Secret

Even the gnomes are smiling
Since you came back home today
It's a tough world that we've lived in
Since the day you went away
I hi- five'd the milkman
Down at the gate
as he bounded along his way
Even the gnomes are smiling
You've come back home to stay

The cats were moody
The dog was blue
The goldfish...
he just stared
The jug and the fridge both went on strike
Unconcerned about how I fared
The 'soaps' were crap
My beer went flat
My neighbours all seemed to leer
My friends stayed away
Seemed the whole damn time
My appetite went all queer

I thought that a movie 
might brighten me up
The plot changed half way through
Instead of the usual good guy stuff
De Niro became the stooge
I went on a date
To try my luck
No substitute for you
She started heckling
And poking fun
never seen
such a maudlin fool

I went looking for you
Tried your mum's
Now that was a big mistake
She came right at me
I stumbled back
And stepped on the garden rake
It flew right up
Knocked out a tooth
See the one missing right here
Then to follow it up
Joan king-hit me 
With a mighty clip to the ear

Went to the doctor to sort things out
There must be a cure for this
I tried to express it
But he couldn't guess it
Said son I think it's the 'flu
I said Doc you're kidding
It's this life I'm living
Now I've blown fifty dollars as well
Should throw out a shingle 
Just like you
I've got advice to sell

But now 

even the gnomes are smiling
Since you've walked back in today
It's a tough world we've lived in
Since the day you went away
I hi-five'd the milkman
Down at the gate
as he bounded along his way
Even the gnomes are smiling...

Hey ...why's that cab in the lane?

from the desktop of Grahame J Flynn Views in Verse

Views in verse on our 'OZ-strain' language

On - the Aussie and how we speak

Sometimes you do struggle to understand don't you ...?

"whatthehelldidesay?"

and are we proud of these our folklore 'stereotypes'?

or are we...just as happy to move on?






"Stone the crows - Barry's taken off for the mother-country". Australian Barry Humphries, well known throughout the world for his Dame Edna character,rarely lays claim to Barry McKenzie these days. Our Bonza Bazza incidentally spawned his (to be Dame) Auntie Edna way back there somewhere... yet Humphries seemingly left him behind. Why would he do that?

'Barry' was the ugly Aussie tourist abroad (Earl's Court London - to be exact). A product of the Humphries' vivid imagination largely founded I guess in impressions from his own father's background as a construction worker.

Bazza spoke in a rich Aussie slang - 'hit the frog and toad', 'rather eat a dog's eye','may your chickens turn into emus and kick your dunny down' and a so on. None of these unique to Humphries, mind you.

Surely fiction to the outsider ...but no, a legacy product of the Aussie at play both "in the bush" which in many ways spawned us all (see Eric Jolliffe) and into the cities. Yes, on construction sites, and in some ways in all working class homes for all us 'Baby Boomers' (as those marketeers like to refer to us these days).

To the point of today's chat - what of gen X & Y's? - what are they losing of our linguistic Ozzie heritage going forward? as these multi-cultural internet users explode on the global scene with a tighter language that has to be more or less correct English. These days,brevity too is 'the go'. And as for using colourful slang based imagery that has flowed through from our forefathers ...well,  not advised really...

I have found myself pulled up time and time again in the past decade to explain my slang which I have thrown-in to simply colour a 'yarn'. Thereby in explaining it, often losing the punch of what I was saying.

On speaking of a sportman's poor effort in game last weekend, I said to group of Gen Y's - "he dogged it" - the three looked back at me as though I was speaking another language - I guess I was. A friend only this week mentioned to her 30 yo daughter-in-law re a doctor they know "he's getting a bit long in the tooth". The d-i-l had no idea what she was talking about.

So I guess the colourful language of the 'bushie come to town', we everyday Aussies have learnt to 'hold dear' as we have urbanised ourselves these last hundred years is in truth condemned to the dustbin of history and gone the way of 'button up shoes' (whatever they were?).

Well, from there, I felt a touch of melancholy.

So I turned to the greatest Aussie poet I know, Banjo Paterson, just to get a sense of where his 'Clancy of the Overflow' would be without some expressive 'slang'. And ...much to my surprise despite the hundred years - there is no slang ...only correct English. (One clear abbreviation though... perhaps a sign of things to come)

So what do you make of this lot then?

I wonder whether people will be able to translate 'omg" in a 'hundred years to come' - our 'gen 100+ers'?

As for Barry McKenzie ...I liked his Uncle Les much better anyhow. Or ...maybe not!!!

Clancy of the Overflow

I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better

  Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,

He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,

  Just ‘on spec’, addressed as follows, ‘Clancy, of The Overflow’.

And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,

  (And I think the same was written with a thumb-nail dipped in tar)

’Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:

  ‘Clancy’s gone to Queensland droving, and we don’t know where he are.’

       . . . . .

In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy

  Gone a-droving ‘down the Cooper’ where the Western drovers go;

As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,

  For the drover’s life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.

And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him

  In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,

And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,

  And at night the wond’rous glory of the everlasting stars.

       . . . . .

I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy

  Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,

And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city

  Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all

And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle

  Of the tramways and the ‘buses making hurry down the street,

And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting,

  Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.

And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me

  As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,

With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,

  For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.

And I somehow rather fancy that I’d like to change with Clancy,

  Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,

While he faced the round eternal of the cash-book and the journal

But I doubt he'd suit the office our Clancy of the Overflow

- our Andrew 'Banjo' Paterson 

17 February 1864 – 5 February 1941

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banjo_Paterson

Views in verse on 'sports nuts'

Aussies love their sport

"Aussie, Aussie, Aussie ...Oi, Oi, Oi" ...you can say that again!!!

Just off the Soccer World Cup and now the nation 'takes a seat on the couch' for the Commonwealth Games starting this week in Glasgow. 

This is allowing for the fact that Australians actively follow three major football codes during winter: Aussie Rules, Rugby and Rugby League. Last night seventy thousand fans in Melbourne went out to see a club game (Swans v Hawthorn) and that same night forty thousand fans in Sydney went out to watch two local Super 15 Rugby teams (Waratahs and Brumbies) battle it out for a seat in the final next week. Rugby League is also a huge drawcard on the east coast coming into finals time. Free to air and Foxtel football are huge drawcards in prime time. We love our winter football codes.

But none of this will stop us sitting up and watching our athletes fighting it out in Glasgow. Australians are expecting their team to bring back about half the medals that are on offer; any contest with 'the mother country' will always guarantee a competitive response from all Aussies. So the interest will be intense.

There is no doubt that the average Aussie is a 'sports nut'. And ...we wouldn't have it any other way!!!



The Die Hard Fan

What is this light
That dances round me?
My skin is cold within
Am I watching
Am I sleeping
Is this face my kin?
I hear soft grumbling
The image mumbling
There's no clear lines I see
What's this happening
Surely dreaming
A chill sweat covers me

I try to move
But nothing's moving
Confounded by the light
I'm now awake
On that I'm clear
Fumbling in the night
Blimey! ...not Dad?
...reaching out...
...he's long past skin and bones...?
Now he's touching
I feel his breathing
I hear his gravelly tones:

"Son, we worry about things
That our life brings
We're not happy till it's done
We lock ourselves up tight
Day and night
Much like a train we're riding on
I don't know the answers
As I'm telling you this
My life was lived the same
But I need to know
before I go...
Did the Boys win that last game?"

"Did they smother Plugger
That big hard bugger?
Did Kelly make them pay?
Did Tighe do it tough
Down the guts
To steal the game away?
No apartheid fall
Nor Berlin Wall...
My life wouldn'a bin the same
I've just gotta know
before I go...
Did the Bloods win that last game?"


Sent from my IPhone - Grahame J Flynn

Clive Palmer - the new messiah

Views in verse

- on a call to integrity!

What a showman! But the real challenges await round the bend... how will he respond?



Clive Palmer gave birth to a new party at the last Federal election (PUP) and it seems that the mining magnate, now politician, hasn't stopped creating mayhem ever since. We have been treated to a political whirlwind these past few months; he has created a PR freight train to usher in his new senate team which it seems will hold power over decision making therein. The major political parties at his mercy? Is this a new dawn in Australian politics?

The most amazing thing to be sure (not the sight of this 'coalman' standing on the same stage as Al Gore last week) is that his senators are only now taking their seats this month. The scene is now set by Palmer for a critical awareness both inside and outside parliament of who will be wielding power going forth! How will he use it?

He has achieved this on a wave of popularity supporting everything he sees is good but without having to at this time make a single hard call. Good politics Clive and good luck. No doubt a great showman; the call to integrity awaits around the bend ...let's not set our hopes too high shall we? Many have said that his true motives lie in 'get squares' aimed more at his local Queensland rivals than any true platform of any national macro reform.

There's only one thing I know for sure is that objectives drive behaviour - what he does from here on will set the scene for why he really got into all of this in the first place. Time will tell.


The new messiah

Follow me
If you're tired
Of the way that it's all wired
We know
There's gotta be a better way

Follow me
If you're angry
About politics at large
I know we can both see a better day

Follow me
If their outlook's
much more vague
than yours and mine

Follow me
I know we'll
Get along
just bloody fine

Follow me
When I promise
About the changes we will make
Listen well as I explain
That things may change.

Dream on
As my intention
And promises to you...
Seem to float
Just like sweet bubbles
down a drain

From my iPad - Grahame J Flynn

It's good news week?

Views in verse -

What's happening with the taper?

Not again!!!

Give me some real news please!







Not that tapir! - the Fed's taper - will they won't they? What's the impact?

What about China ...is it good or bad?

Why not show another square mile of the Southern Indian Ocean?

Give us a break ...where's the real news?

The tapir may have something to offer. Perhaps not!


I've been lacking a little inspiration lately guys ...iterative loop.

nothing creative sorry...

however I did note lately that the High Court has advised me that if I choose I can now live my life as neither a man or woman but as anything I choose in between ...well that was news ...?

but look,

when in doubt let's sink into a little memorabilia shall we:


Good News Week

It's good news week
Someone dropped a bomb somewhere
contaminating atmosphere
and blackening the skies
Someone's found a way
to give the rotting dead a will to live
go on and never die

Who's won that race?
whats' the weather like today?
Doctor's finding many ways
of wrapping brains
in metal trays
to keep them from the heat...

Perhaps not

Grahame J Flynn

Verse by - Hedgehoppers Anonymous

Views in verse on the 'metro male'

Is changing 'how we look' making us better at 'how we act'?

Will a 'new look' bring a lasting change 'for the better'?

And/or does a bloke in the main just really...'struggle to keep up'?



Well, Shane Warne has certainly given most of us a few questions to ask ourselves during his time with super-glam model Liz Hurley. What lessons can we all draw from it though?

My view? ...of the three questions above, I expect that the answer to each is probably 'true'. Given a few qualifications - 'for how long?' would be the first - as in Shane's case it seems. But I think that the first two questions have a precursor; that a strong woman will 'keep raising the bar' and thereby the significance of the third question really does come into play. Thereby 'survival of the fittest'. Sorry, Shane.

But all in all, it doesn't seem to have done Warnie any harm at all. On the recent South African cricket tour where he put in a cameo appearance with the Australian team. He appeared in high spirits and yes "still the same old Warnie" (although indeed looking a lot sharper!).




The answers for the rest of us are there to follow: Simple...



...listen up!, shape up! and hang on! ...and most of us happily do!

The Tadpole song

 (Ode to Elle)

I was watching the late news
alone one night
When a tanned vision spits white light
From out of my set she pouts at me
Calling from a beach longingly
A white bikini paper thin
Came alive on soft brown skin

She sure got all the moves
She sure got all the grooves
Nothin' she got that you can't see
Everything she got does it all for me
In no time at all
A mindful stroke
And I nearly dropped my tadpoles folks!!!

But I wasn't the only one put to the test
The network bounced back to the anchor desk
To a dude in a suit look'n flustered as me
Clearly feasting on what he'd see'd
Splutterin' forth with mindless glee...
he says to the world untidily:

She sure got all the moves
She's sure got all the grooves
Nothin that she got that you can't see
 ...What she's got ...does it all for me...well , well...
..splutter ...choke ..."there's my career up in smoke
'cos I've just dropped my tadpoles folks"

The facts are plain for us to see
A man has his needs that he must feed
It's on our minds a lot they say
Far too much in a given day
Our thoughts turn to it every ninety seconds
A little too often I think
...don't you reckon?

Wait on a buzz is coming to me now
That ain't good
as I'm telling you how...
With too much time
These thoughts come along
Need to cut down
this very long song
To a shorter one
that would do just fine
Gotta get it down to
a minute twenty nine!!!

But 'look here girls' this is just a ruse
In fact ...amongst this lot ...there ain't much truth
We do love you true with all our parts
Even our dusty lusty old hearts

So take us home, forget the alarm
Go on muster that sultry charm
No need for makeup, pearls or beads
A simple man has simple needs

Summoning that rush begs little chance
Really It takes just a sideways glance
To fire up your man and you will see...
And go and set those tadpoles free

You've sure got all the moves
You've sure got all the grooves
Everything you got is what I see
All you got ...is all I need

You do it, you do it ...just for me

That's all folks !



Sent from my iPad - Grahame J Flynn

Calling all 60's tragics - take your seat on the grass please! Please...

Views in Verse on free love

Maybe John Lennon was right...
it sure was popular at time...
or a few years on from the Bellamy Bros...

"Mumma's ways and the Woodstock nation?"

What a contrast it was!!!








"I don't want nothin' heavy just my baby in the back of my Chevy...kiss away my blues in the full moonlight" The appeal soon returned to the traditional a few short years later but...

without doubt the most powerful political period of our time ...fueled by views, fashion and music that are still popular today!

Freedom's Child

I see you getting about campus
My eyes seem to follow you
As you caste out smiles to all around
'in train' your captive crew

Somehow today I caught you alone
Your presence just drew me there
Up close you enchanted me more
With that flower...
at rest in your hair

Then you tell me you're
a 'freedom child' ...
There's karma in all you view
How you get a little lost on
serious stuff
Not looking for a partner true

You say you see yourself
in a perfumed garden
With nature as your best friend
Growing wild
Just giving
No 'one' man ...your favours lend

Seems to me you're just history girl
Letting 'free love'
be your charm
Hey ...I thought that kinda died
With the hippies child
In the rain on Yasgur's farm

In truth ...you see yourself as
the hottest thing going...
 with a heart that can't be true
But hey...
Watch this Cuban heat seekin' missile babe
Cos I'm aimin' it ...right ...at you
( Yes I am)


Grahame Flynn - Sent from my iPad

Find a job that makes sense to YOU!

Views in verse on the working week

Today is Monday - the start of the week...

I wasn't even in my seat at work than already two people on the way had accosted me with "Uggg ...only five days to go". Often people complain about their jobs in such a way - do they really mean it?

Does this sign say it all?



Well, I wasn't thinking about it too much longer than I came to realize that the only people who don't seem to whine about work today are those that are out of work. And there are increasing numbers of those at present. Surely the remainder of us should perhaps give that a little thought in this climate and to the brave entrepreneurs who are 'keeping the faith" despite this.

So taking me back to this rather pretentious sign which has danced around social media in recent weeks (Gen X propagenda), I recalled that the 'most awesome' places I have worked over the years were equally filled with pretentious people (including me of course). You wouldn't wish that on yourself!

Assess your own values,strengths and needs ...forget the glitzy promo's.

Sunday nights

I can think of no obvious reason
When everything seems to be right
That life seems utterly gloomy
Every ...Sunday night

I can tick every box on the weekend
Relish the sunshine bright
But nothing can stop the blues setting in
Again ...come ...Sunday night

Perhaps it's the workday pending
Or the thought of the early wake
But truthfully I can't find one good reason
I'm stumped for heaven's sake...

I'm fine come Monday morning
Work just falls into place
The week then
goes by so quickly
...my life is on roller skates

So ...I know that the weekend
will soon be with me...
the prize is in plain sight!
So why do I feel like such a
'busted-ass loser'
Every ...Sunday night

I turn to my love
for answers...
...the giver of best insights
She adds:
"happy to help with your strange dilemmas...
but don't ask on Sunday nights"

Forwarded from my Ipad - Grahame J Flynn

Hansel & Gretel - Aussie Style - a hot new movie on the horizon!

Views in verse on fairy tales. 

I today spotted online a report released by Fairfax (Willitts) - 'Australia ranks 13th in world innovation'. I read it with some interest as I was thinking "well hey ...that ain't too bad". Reading on through the summary multi-columnar report I also noted that Australia is ranked therein as 5th in 'productivity'. I didn't read any further... 

I could only presume that this information was picked up by Bloomberg mistakenly from a fledgling 'movie to be' perhaps starring Kevin Rudd as Hansel and Julia Gillard as Gretel in a Union movement backed remake of the classic fairy tale. Tony Abbott would look great in drag as the wicked witch ...don't you reckon?

Hansel & Gretel

Hansel and Gretel
were soul-mate lovers
with an eye on getting to the top
They sunk their future into social media
And worked very hard full stop

Fast movers in society...
At all the events
they were there
Hansel looked after the people side
Gretel did the books
(...and her hair)

It was fine
Till Helga came along
An events girl with real 'smartz'
Seen all around town with Hansel
Winning all the bigwigs' hearts

Gretel heard rumours
Of this success...
concluding smoke must be fire!
When Hansel
denied any knowledge of this
Gretel called him a big liar

The company boomed
The industry swooned
Helga became the new face
As Hansel pushed the business along
Gretel dropped right off the pace

She lost control
of her back-office too
on hearing that Helga was pregnant
She left the business
Without checking the facts
Something Hansel further rejected

The next week they hosted
the media awards
All these things came to a head
As out of the crowd
Gretel roared loud
and politely shot them both dead

The moral is clear:
we needn't fear
of going into media...
But before finding fame
with three German names
You need to take care:

That there's
more of challenge
to all involved
than the maintenance
of one's own hair

from my i-pad - Grahame J Flynn

Enter 'the bear' - he's out of the cave

Views in verse on 'the cut and thrust'

Joe Hockey has had a subtle introduction to Australian public life as our new Treasurer since September '13. No longer...

These past few months he has 'arrived' and is running a cool yet fearless program designed to hit anything that smacks of high subsidies or tariffs. This is designed of course to give life to the realeasing of public funds to infrastructure oriented projects (the backbone of the Abbott election campaign). Behind this of course: anything towards better productivity. 

The latest: stonewalling with CC Amatil, the owners of SPC Ardmona, against requested taxpayer funding to save jobs there. However, despite the real impacts, he is showing both consistency and starch given his firm hand shown with our lack-luster motor vehicle industry demands and subsequent implosion. The recent Simplot scenario appears a more viable model to meet his objectives. To their credit it seems the company sorted that out themselves! 

The farmers are now bleating again too given the growing drought. Perhaps, they'll be next for Joe's tough love approach. Now that'll take 'ticker' given the Liberal's Country Party commitments.

However, despite his familiar maudlin look at times, it seems that there is an icy demeanor lurking below. Especially given all of this is being matched by the growing risk of unemployment. He's even challenging the building unions! I hope he's sleeping well at night with that one.

He clearly loves the cut and thrust. I wonder what he does in his spare time ...?

FRENZY

A full-on frenzy take me there
Brings a rush beyond compare
Feel the heat ...stinging treat
cop it hard ...cop it sweet

It's a wild man let loose inside
Living with that white ball's ride
Cold sweat upon the brow
The devil's laughing at me now:

"Risk it all ...time to call
Bet the lot ...feel the shock
Golden tokens ...far too hot!
Think ...the family ...it's all you got"

Then the wait... the sudden fate...

"it's black and high my friend"

Panic subsides,

your mouth is dry...

...time ...to go again!

Forwarded from my I-pad - Grahame J Flynn

Liz Hurley, Hugh Grant, Bill Clinton, Shane Warne ...what is it about some people? Some people indeed!

Views in verse on 'the mantis syndrome'. 

I am told that the 'praying mantis' enters the act of sexual gratification knowing that by the end of proceedings, it may well come away without it's head. The latter having been zealously devoured by it's 'can't get enough' partner during the said sexual act.

Curious indeed...?

We would never think though that we could reproduce this predatory kind of behavior in the 'real world' at all...would we? Or is it a 'thing' that perhaps only celebrities do to get them through the day? I'd like to think so, ...yes.

What do you think? No ...I don't think so either.


Big Ball Baby

I stood on my own after a hard day's work
Each shot tasting better than the last
The bar was noisy,
the band was loud
my time for staying past
Yes my time for staying near past

Then from out of nowhere
she came right up
and just kind of swept me along
Her body was lean
her lines were clean
Just as the band played this mad song
while the whole 'floor' sang along:

"Big ball baby won't you dance with me?
I've been waiting all day for this
Good time boy won't you party with me?
Let's start the night with a  kiss
Yes, yes...let's start the night with a kiss"

We danced for a while
up on the crowded floor
She was popping down pill after pill
The throbbing beat
Her growing heat
She mesmerized me still
Yes yes she mesmerized me still

Her lips were close
her body was hot
I quivered from my toes to my head
She flicked me a smile
Stared straight into my eyes
moved up real close and said
Yes, yes she got real close and said:

"Big ball baby put your arms around me
Each day's feeling longer than the last
Good time boy won't you drive me home
My time for dancing's past
Yes ...yes ...my time for dancing's past"

When we stopped at her gate
She ran straight to the door
the handle she did shake
Without looking back
She ran straight inside
Leaving a cool looking dude in her wake
Yes, yes, he stood there in her wake

He looked over at me
gave me a knowing smile
and spoke in a calm kind of voice:
"I've got no idea what she says to you guys
But man she always makes this choice
Yes man she always makes this choice"

 "I'm sure she's glad you brought her on home
Please take some thanks from me
She often does this 'coming in late'
you know she just don't drive you see
No ...no she just don't drive you see"

Then he was gone with no more to add
And as he did he waved his ring
Then once more I heard her cry out loud
and once again I heard her sing:

"Big ball baby dance close to me
I've missed you all the day long
Take me in your arms
make love to me
Cause my feelings are so strong
Yes, yes, my feelings are so strong"

(then I heard her say:...)

"Big ball baby won't you lay with me
I need you at the end of the day
To chase away the pain
please hold me close
And keep the sun away
Yes ...yes ...let's keep the day at bay"


Grahame Flynn - Sent from my iPhone

Barack Obama ...the odd plaudit shouldn't go astray

Views in Verse - on artistic endeavor






It is not easy to praise 'Pollies' given their amazing ability to disappoint. However despite Barack Obama's heralded arrival to 'the Office', he appears to get little other than criticism (or at least that is how it appears from this side of the Pacific). I only wish to make one observation that I believe has tremendous importance on his part.

When he was cajoled from all quarters as to why he should 'man up' and charge into Syria; he didn't ...to his credit. And why should he? ...given the western world's 'successes' from past interventions in the middle east. But 'man up' he did and he continues to use diplomacy instead of guns.

That is not to say that Syria is not an ongoing human tragedy however traditional methods adopted by the US in particular would carry nothing but greater pain in a part of the world where patient support and understanding are bound to create more effective impact on required outcomes.

Who will ever forget 'the unforgettable' image of G.W. Bush standing safely on the deck of his aircraft carrier off Iraq declaring "mission accomplished"; despite the fact that the real war was yet to begin given this intervention there being pitted against the very nature of it's historical intra-relationships.

The memory of this untidy hubris will stay with many of us who lived through this unfortunate period (perhaps it did with Barack Obama also). G.W. no doubt still enjoys the same video as an option to his John Wayne movies on Saturday nights at the ranch.


War is Over!





Hello Australia...!!!
my name is 'Yoko'
well known in art you understand!!!
you know me too
for the peace movement that
I founded:
'The Plastic Ono Band'

Now with this tour
I was considering
a similar slant...
...perhaps...'rubber'
yes rubber could work this time
with an unmistakable 'image'
you Aussies could relate to:
'gum boots on a clothes line'

With further thought
on the plane coming over
I decided to return to my roots:
?????????????
I looked around to see
the western world currently engaged
in far more pressing pursuits

So...
here's my theme
I'll use to promote it
far too good to allow pass-over
I think it's clear to you all by now
"I've succeeded ...'war is over'"

If you think me 'trite'
...you're wrong
'cause I know which side
my 'celeb' is buttered on
Forget the art
When people turn up...
"I know they come to see
...John!!!



from my I-phone Grahame J Flynn

Schapelle - your going to be a star!

Views in Verse - on consequences. 




Well they do say "if you've done the crime - serve your time". But time served, should it be open slather to profit after the fact by wallowing in 'bad celebrity'? 

It seems that we are getting two very similar scenarios unfolding side by side with the Jordon Belfort story in the US (the Wolf of Wall St guy).


Belfort has served 20 odd months of his sentence for embezzling millions and it seems is at it again on tour offering advice via his new curiously heightened profile. While 'our Shapelle' (convicted drug smuggler) will soon be returning to Australia from Bali to a hit mini series on 9 Network and offers galore for first interviews on arrival. It seems the 9 Network deal has lapsed.

Notwithstanding our laws prohibit financial reward from crime (say books), this curious element of 'bad celebrity' such as Belfort carrying out "how to do it" lectures can hardly be controlled. 

Celebrity has a calling card all of its own. The Colby family at large has already profited by such opportunities it is clear to see despite the laws. 

But hey ...chill out. To envy these guys is rather shortsighted given the 'real lives' that they live and will continue to live; looking over their shoulders day to day.

The late Chopper Reid's widow was quoted loosely as saying "thank god he's gone - now we can get on with living our lives in peace'. 

In closing ...'ill gotten gains' carry 'cold comfort' in life.  



Actions and consequences

(written as reggae song)

Don't go skipping in a mine field
Running through a church
Laughing in the face of integrity
Actions and consequences
Have a strange way of coming back
On he who should've known better originally

Riki enjoyed so getting her kicks
In winding up people at work
She found she got a laugh from it all
though she drove some people berserk
But in the end as things
they have to go
Most thought her quite a jerk

Jimi teased other drivers
Just to see how they would react
But in doing so
he always got himself so very
Caught up in his act
While the others impacted by it
Were rarely offended by it
And so they drove off much intact

Jonty liked to fine dine but
waiters never found him fine
So too for the people who supped with him
Most or all of the time
But manners to the fore
Tact right out the door
They told him where to draw that line

So ...
Don't go skipping in a mine field
Running through a church
Laughing in the face of integrity
Actions and consequences
Have a strange way of coming back
On he who should've known better originally
yes, he who should've known better originally 



Grahame J Flynn - Sent from my iPhone