Views in verse - Weekend Warriors

Weekend Warriors

Trump just can't put a foot right it seems
The Redhead's lighting mad Calwell's dream
ISIL now up north declaring war
Indonesia warms to Shariah Law
And ...what damage 'Malcolm in the muddle'...?
Abbott's banking on a second stumble
Blimey! Let's all go out and 'stone the bloody crows'

But, things really aren't quite so bad today...

Electricity's gonna send us all to the cleaners
Coal's good enough to export, not for sensitive demeanours
The government appears a hapless party in it all
Indeed if you made an enlightened call
You would think our political system is bloody imploding
As with the rest of the western world…

But you know, things aren't really quite so bad today…

Rupert's army has all the questions and the cure
Vegemite has mysteriously lost it’s allure
The power of celebrity is defying common sense
Bloke in the pub reckons the world's about to end
Old Fred says we've given up on god
Surrendering 'the ashes' without turning a sod;
Might just be the sad finale to it all!

But you know ...things really aren't quite so bad today:

'We enjoy the odd flutter to raise good cheer
We've got our smokes and few daily beers,
Improvements to health and school have left
The missus 'grinning ' from what she hears
The kid is doing fine in the rugby league
The daughter's loving the fizzy and the dancing beam
Parra showing them a little cheek
The Swans are taking it week by week
With the Blues in the hunt as well...

While ‘the best of it all’ THE WEEKEND's only a day or two away...'

Things REALLY aren't ...quite so bloody bad today!l

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views in verse - Rude awakening number #9

Rude awakening number 9

John Entwistle's bass,
Was the groove I heard as I ghosted into the room
Me, an anxious stranger to this scene
A 'man in black' stood by the door
Satisfied, quite serene

That wonderful singer from Dragon
Charmed the girls,
As he moved around the stage
So many great songs came to mind
Jon English mouthed: "relax man, ...'turn the page'"

On the stage,
A vast array of colour, race and creed
Their offerings seamlessly blending into a rare musical treat:
Blues, jazz, alternative, rock...
All genres it seemed ...complete.

Lennon stalked,
In a suit of white
Desperate to catch an unloving woman's eye
While Morrison, looking out of place in a sailors suit,
Couldn't escape a ranked officer's ire

A blast of sax from the master,
Clarence Clemens
The sound just filled the place
Satchmo stood beside him too, blowing up a storm
White towel, busy across his face

The MC at large,
Was Bobby Darren
He handled the role with aplomb
As Dean Martin filled his glass from a water cooler
While he drank, he warbled a song ('King of the road')

I was mesmerised too
By a sea of guitars
Hendrix looked over with a cheeky stare
And offered me his own guitar
I blurted,'Love to mate ...but I don't really dare'

A band of drummers,
Worked in time
Percussion, always a 'renegade tribe'
Moon and Bonham just sitting there
Tapped to the soothing vibe

Sinatra, Elvis, Michael...
Together on one stage
Something we were never blessed to see
I looked once, looked twice, rubbed my eyes
Why was this happening to me?

The warm full face of Ted Mulry
Then settled me down
With such a disarming grin
Word had spread that another Beatle had joined the house
The mood became a rolling hymn (Krishna, Krishna)

Following on,
I chanced to see my Dad
Singing his favorite, 'Mary's Boy Child'
(I love that to this day)
Belafonte then joined him too
Across a crackling PA

Thorpie was there in force
(Keep on a rockin', Bill)
No surprise to say
Cass Elliott was closing things out
In her own super-talented way
When the shrill alarm broke it apart ohhh!!!
The rudeness of the day!

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Views in Verse - 'keep your eye on the target'

Golf and life ...happy aggregations of best intentions

I'm a golfer. An ordinary one ...but a keen one. I, like most others, find it often so frustrating. What should be so simple ...can appear so hard! And yet...

Improving our golf game is a lot like life at large: we can too easily get lost in the sheer complexity and as a result lose our way. Yet, breaking free from this mire can be simply a matter of refocusing on what it is that we are really trying to achieve.

I find in golf that there are often periods during which I struggle with complications until eventually coming to see that I have been too preoccupied with my own technique rather than focusing on: where it is that I really need to be ...'near the flag' (from the fairway) or, even more so ...'in the hole' (when on the green).

Instead of the target at hand, it is so easy to be distracted by ‘where the feet are in relation to the ball’ or indeed to be preoccupied by things such as ‘how far up it is that I am taking back my club-head in the swing-arc’ or indeed a hundred other things. Minor changes seem to loom large and confound the obvious intention.

Frustration and resulting poor performance can so easily come from getting lost in the detail. The solution being: to never lose sight of what it is that you are directly trying to achieve! Keeping in mind that the 'means-to-the-end' (competencies) should be thoughtfully addressed and practised 'before' we seek to engage. Easy to say, yet too often by-passed. Preparation, before engagement.

The big picture should always remain the guiding target during execution!

Happy days!

Grahame Flynn

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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