Dressed to thrill... - Views in verse

Dressed to thrill...

Wouldn’t it be good
For once in our lives
To see something really interesting 
Come out of Canberra
Hopes are high
For overdue decisions
But alas…once more ‘anathema’

Although, for a change:
Near lost my head
As I saw the footage
And my chin hit the desk with a thump
When at the mid-winter's ball
Malcolm in such polished form
Dazzled as Donald Trump

Upon reflection
Do we expect too much
Of our bumbling elected few...
What's in it for them to gain?
When you weight it all up
Their mission quite simply in their own eyes
Is they're there to entertain’!!!

(How could we have the gall to judge them so harshly?)

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Midnight Oil's ...just another day at the office:

"Knife's Edge"

On a knife edge razor day
If you listen long enough they've got nothing to say

It's a time warp place don't change
The rhythm of the night, the beating rain

You move fast to get off of that merry-go-round

There's one gun, probably more
And the others are pointing at our backdoor

At the best hotel of all
Put my name on the wall, put my bed on the floor

You get much less well it seems like more
Heart's still sore

Word crimes
Bitter lies
Bitter crimes
Government Lies

PS: maybe we can even forgive Peter all these years later ...now there's an entertainer!

Views in Verse on a change of pace

Views in Verse on a change of pace

A Change of Pace

Take me back to that sunny reach
And that winding steepling road
Back to where you're known
By your family name
And the folk come out to greet you;
Back where horses roam free
In a gallery green and
The cattle rarely do
What you would want them to do
But you don’t let that defeat you!

Where intentions are sealed
On the nod of a head
And the neighbors are there
As your helper, your ally
Your friend;
Where the community is one
Against hardship and
Nature at large,
Always, a supporting hand to lend

Here, I came to be the person I am
With a strong work ethic,
Seven days work, week on week
Can leave you, oddly wanting for more;
While my father
Would break things up
With our ritual trips to Kelly's providors
Where bottle-tops served splendidly
as a mottled bespoke floor

And the sun rises slow
And easy in the east
Across a wide savanna...
As your willing glove crackles hard
So early in your hand;
Until the day's work is done and
The sun sets weary
In a reddened spray
With the locusts
As a one pitch band

To this, I come with my wife to be
As she seeks a new life
'in the tops'
She will relish the lifestyle shifts
And the rewarding change of pace;
Among the shadowed halls of twilight
As one of the fortunate few
Who share a relish for such splendor
In the sheer wonder of this place.

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Hiatus - Views in Verse on change

Change is sometimes nice, sometimes optional, sometimes necessary. The latter is often hard and can be met with fear, denial and procrastination...

Hiatus

Many a slip 
twixt cup and lip
Many ways,
To rise and fall.
Yet, it seems
I've surrendered to a lock-step
A promise of tomorrow,
Simply decided, not to call

What is it...
that shapes our intention?
A hitch-hikers guide...
Designed to amplify?
When all that's left
Unanswered
Of today's tough questions
Is a need for us to clarify...

How to evaluate a failing road...?
Does the chicken
Always make it
To the other side?
Is it ok...
When ugly's smugly smiling?
To simply shrug, shut down
And stay inside?

Next steps can be hard
Given the road you've taken
Got you safe
To where you are today.
While the wondrous maze
We wake up to each morn'
Can leave some: bereft, unmoved, perplexed
With stubborn feet of clay.

The philosophers, lots of them,
Might have some answers
If only we, the will,
Their message to translate.
Suggesting a new perspective
May be all that is needed
To see beyond the troll,
Imagined, standing by the gate.

Some people swear
by their own religion
To advance clear thinking
It can without doubt be said;
While a soldier might, simply, resolutely
Whisper in the ear:
"Get up early, face the day,
...and make the bed."

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Views in verse on 'such good sense'

Such Good Sense

Slow it down
Slow it down
And slow it down again
Find fifteen minutes
Of your gifted day
Prepare to be the best you can be

This just makes such good sense I feel

See the small things

Minute rhythms
Frost speckled on a spider’s web
Smell the new life
Feel a sunbeam
Kiss your children as they sleepily wake

Heartily drink in
The daytime rhythms
Talk to others in a measured voice
Walk easily and often
Into nearby bushland
For the reward of a bellbird's ‘tink’

Touch the rain
Savour the air
See the treetops respond to the breeze
A running brook
Watch its dutiful dance
Busy at play as it splashes about

Relax with warm friends
In a welcoming venue
Enjoy the open congenial themes
Be astute to their trials
As they witness life’s journey
Extend them the grace that they need

Sitting on a porch
In the early evening
Embrace the gentle changes shift
Hear your breath
Bath in sure moonlight
Recline with a well-trusted book

This just makes such good sense I feel

Views in Verse on 'the natural order of things'

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DOGS OF WAR

I was so peacefully sleeping inside my little box
When I thought I heard a threatening sound
Better to bark than simply pretend that I’m not there
In the face of louder barkers all around

So I fired off a shot that others might not 'get'
In the hope they wouldn't know from whence it came
Then from a long way off a confronting answer came on back
Someone perhaps in tune with the bigger game ...?

The loud barkers don’t like it when odd strangers interact
It bothers them that they might just get upstaged
I hope they haven’t tweaked that I’m the one who faltered
It’s hell when they get so full enraged

I ventured on out in case I’d overstepped
Not like me to be so concerned about my fate
But in that moment I was frozen in by fear ...!!!
The chance that someone had left open the front gate …???

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