Malfunction
My honeysuckle hedge is having n erection.
For God’s sake, put it away, I say.
Nana’s coming over this arvo. She’s 95. She doesn’t need to see THAT !!
He looks suitably abashed.
I duck inside, give him time to pull himself together.
It’s only a young honeysuckle hedge.
Those teenage tendencies …
Still, I wished the Garden Centre warned me.
Always One
There’s always one that falls out of the box
always one cub who doesn’t make a fox
Nature is prodigious, freaky and free
but it doesn’t always contain a you or me
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My twin brother didn’t make it
but I made the cut
what’s that all about?
and boy, have I messed up !
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I’m okay now but I was
a lost little lamb,
he could have been anything
but now here I am
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Multiply by the millions
who didn’t make the cut,
nature is fickle.
Not everyone gets up,
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‘Cauliflower, Carrot ..’
Judas Iscariot.
I thought of him today.
Easter coming up.
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Got a new church now
daughter, grand-daughter and I,
‘The Anchor’ at the Port
where the seagulls fly
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Pastor Jake is a big man
wears a beard to boot.
He looks like a buccaneer
with a load of loot:
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the teachings of Jesus
he dispenses to all
his loyal parishioners
who heed the Master’s call.
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used to care about numbers
like a mathematician does
how many ‘likes’ I got
how much love
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as if these posts
were my own flesh and blood
you want them accepted
not see them shunned
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but you took the eye off the ball
the focus off the game
you still had your stalwarts
the numbers still came
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so play your own melody
life’s a merry-go-round
it’s saturday in the park
in for a penny, in for a pound.
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Tough Gig.
Just got dropped from Fellowship when I walked into a crowd next door at The Club.
‘Sausage Sizzle. Free. Community Event’.
The last one was a disaster. Thought I’d give this one a try.
There was no one I knew. All outsiders. I’d have to cold call.
One bloke with black fuzzy hair looked a candidate. He looked alone, morose.
“Hey, buddy” I smiled. “You up for a convo?”
“Nah, mate,” he grunted. “Give it a miss.” and hunched back over his iphone.
Chatted to a few ladies running the book stall but drew a blank when I mentioned, anything by Patrick White or Tim Winton ?
“Wouldn’t think so,” one said.
End of that.
There were other small groups huddled around like conspirators.
Finally ended up at the plate which genial Mark manned.
“May as well have a few sausages”, I said,
“Sure,” he said, “plenty here.”
And then we got to talking . For over an hour.
“Elections coming up,” he said. “By the way, I’m a candidate. For the Greens”
He told me his name but I’ve forgotten.
“I’ll keep you in mind on Saturday, “ I said, grabbing another two sausage wraps with onions.
Short Shorts 2
Shudder.
That shuddering in the tree.
Is it birds making love? he thinks.
It’d be a good place to make love.
High rise, picturesque, cover,
all those nooks and crannies.
He’d only seen birds make love once.
A pair of pigeons on the trampoline.
He had to chase them off before the grandkids
came over.
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Great Timing
“He got hit just outside the library.
A station wagon came swerving ….”
“Funny we were just talking about a collection of late poems
he was putting together, Had a publisher lined up.”
“ Great, Posthumous collections usually do very well.”
”””””””””””””””’
Notice to my Muse
don’t want to appear catty
but these late night visitations
are driving me batty.
isn’t it time you took a sabbatical ?
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Ragamuffin Boy: a ditty
O, I’m a ragamuffin boy
mama’s pride and joy
I wear what I got
don’t know a lot
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But I can pick a tune
sung by the loon
on the widdershins of the lake
o, pretty as a cake
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and I can make up words
to what I’ve heard
yes, I can whip something up
I’m no musical pup
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Know my Bible too
the words that Jesus said.
Follow Him, mama says
Don’t heed what papa says
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I’m mama’s pride and joy
her ragamuffin boy
love her a lot
I’m all mama’s got.
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At 5.33 a.m……..
At 5.33 a.m. I awoke to the sound of a bark
from inside the house.
I have no dog.
No one on Dover Court has a dog.
Only Matthew next door with a tiny terrier.
This was a big dog with a big bark. .
It had a voice like my daughter’s German Shepherd, Blaze
when someone comes to the door,
Only louder. Booming.
A Hound of the Baskervilles bark.
A dream dog. What was I dreaming ?
I did not much mind. It was only an hour before I get up anyway.
So I hopped up and wrote this poem then slipped back into bed
for another hour.
Our Hunchback:
He’s not the hunchback of Notre Dame
or Cousin Lymon from ,,, ‘ the Sad Café’
but he’s our hunchback
and he’s coming our way
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Like me probably wondering
where this summer’s gone so fast
and the world’s so sad and broken
and how long this war will last
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He’s not tethered, poor boy,
to a Miss Amelie
he’s a solitary now
a little like me
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you can tell he’s convoluted
he hasn’t got a clue
He grinds his teeth and chuckles
he doesn’t look at you
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now and then he loses it
breaks down and cries
in the supermarket aisle
like cousin Lymon does
then Security comes by
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like that unhinged flamingo
at the Adelaide zoo
he had to be removed last week
for frightening customers
a thing no one should do
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His name is Matthew
I’ve written about him before
bandy-legged, bushy browed,
orange vis jacket
looking like an angry bee.
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When I go to bed
I put a sign around my head
‘Do Not Disturb’ it says.
Hope my cat has read .
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John Malone 
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