Austrian Orphan 1946
poor little mite
ecstatic at getting new shoes
God love him
there is no substitute
for sheer joy
pleased he survived
the horrors of the war
we will never know
what happened to him
i hope life was kind to him
if he is still around
whoever you are
wherever you are
God bless you Darling
time marches on
at a rate of knots
life is too fast for everyone
baby boomers
are geriatrics now
in spite of their monumental efforts
to change the status quo and their attempts
at achieving significant change
the world they tried to create
doesn't exist
their chants of peace and love
slow down you're going too fast
you've got to make the mornin' last
are just fleeting petals in the wind now
never mind carpe diem
savour the day
sapor diem
this ole not so groovy boomer anymore says
the perfection of smooth brown eggs
the brand new leaf shoot on your window sill basil plant
the incredible (ongoing in my case ) kindness of strangers
the adoring look and purring of a cat as he watches you serve
fresh sardines
are all mind blowing
no illicit substances necessary
we have so much to give thanks for
FEELIN GROOVY ?
then
DEO GRATIAS
i suppose
i could write about
my travel adventures
living in other countries
seeing incredible sights
of art architecture and history
meeting interesting people
but for me
(probably because i am
at the pointy end of life)
the memory that affords me the
greatest pleasure,most joy and peace
as a child
was pegging out the washing
on beautiful spring afternoons
with my darling grandmother
time with her was the most important
influence in my life
no person i have ever known
was more interesting than she was
yet this unassuming woman
never ventured far from her home
was happy to be there
ruined for choice
hardly
not her lot at all
it always was
and still is
sink or swim
do or die
survival always
the foremost consideration
miraculously
she's still here
(just )
alive and limply kicking
deferential
definitely not
anti authoritarian
irreverent
female convicts
welcome the new vicar
in the great Aussie tradition
CATS OF AMERICA UNITE AGAINST THE IMMIGRANT INVASION
tyrants
hate to be mocked
weak and cowardly creatures
ridicule crumples them quickly
pathetic
keep laughing
at these bastards
ridicule them
they are so dangerous
to humanity
make them
the laughing stock
of the world
birds of a feather
gather together
friends with needs
plans indeed
poor little winnie
has been banned by the chinese
considered a threat
he is too cute for words
cuteness could be contagious
SHADORMA
an escape
from woes of the world
the oboe
good for that
this takes me back to a time
when just starting out
a good belly laugh is often
what's needed
to blow the clouds away
like this insane clown's argument
for keeping out immigrants
the world watched
the world laughed
in disbelief
and
not a moment too soon
it's spring swan song time
don't do emails so the end
with seasonal poems
like the tanka form so much
will keep writing keep in touch
weather is lovely
in the spring time in sydney
jacarandas out
in profusion everywhere
wish you were here to enjoy
off she goes
going on long holidays
what a girl
social whirl
sipping cocktails by the pool
chatting with celebrities
CINQUAIN
barry
comedy king
makes us scream with laughter
we miss our aussie larrikin
rock on
SHADORMA
dame edna
a melbourne housewife
from box hill
confidante
to famous celebrity folk
has now departed
was a big fan
and good friend to edna
he rang when she was dying in
sydney
the approaching rattle of rosary beads
we all stand as the latin teacher enters
sedete in silentio
she says
we noisily
drag our chairs to our desks
across the wooden floor
we continue our translation
of Caesar's Gallic Wars
really enthralling stuff
for adolescent girls
to the distant pinging of balls
on the tennis courts
on a summers afternoon
keeping an eye on the clock
for the last bell to go
yay
afternoon tea time for boarders
two bakewell tarts cake and a piece of fruit
no shortage of volunteers to carry down the cake tray
to the cricket pitch
i wonder why
it's your spring birthday
i think of you every day
and remember you
your silver bracelet never
leaves my wrist ma chere grandmere
talented lady
i still have your crochet work
cut glass and tea cups
how fortunate was i to
have you in my life-thank you
not allowed to touch
these precious things as a child
always on display
you were such an artist in
every conceivable way
In Our Lives
Respect for the Aged Day
