The Realms of Gold Still Open

Compliance in 2021

Some folk
Are so afraid of other people
They will never follow instructions
Even edicts backed by law
Are defied
Under the pretence of freedom
Or similar clichés of wrong doing disguised
Orders are a curse
To these divergent ones
Who these days tend to cluster in the streets
Or other public places
Waving banners and shouting abuse
At integrity
Mind you, one should always note
The words of Saint Augustine:
“An unjust law is no law at all.”
And against this madness
It is a noble deed
To storm the barricades of iniquity
As some will do
Even in the face of time in prison
Such deeds stand like mountains of stone
In an age of expert wickedness
But how will we know
When compliance or defiance is justified?
There are two positive answers to this question
Support of what’s right will make you important beyond the grave
But when people may or do die because of your actions
Because of your disobedience
You must change your ways at once
And do as you are told

Non Geniuses Sed Asini

The Latin: Not Geniuses But Donkeys

The saddest thing about science right now
is that science gathers knowledge faster than
society gathers wisdom
. Isaac Asimov

Well what do you know?
There they are
Look at them here now in 2021
Those bogus Einsteins dominating their micro world
Luring the ingenuous into colluding media viewing places
Like flies to animal dung
Where lies are repeated ad nauseam
How they endorse themselves
These puffed up noticeboards of nonsense
Behaving like PhD graduates
From courses taken for a song in America
Denying reality
As if the sun didn’t greet the morn
Babbling balderdash like evangelists
Speaking with the Imprimatur of the ages…
So global warming is a fallacy
Vaccination is a Mafia conspiracy
Hydroxychloroquine will cure the virus
There IS such a thing as clean coal
The wind doesn’t always blow
And the sun doesn’t always shine
So renewable resources will send the nation bankrupt
What can I say to these people?
All I can think of just now is Sieg Heil, Auf Wiedersehen
And don’t forget to shut the door

I Was Born About Three Thousand Years Ago

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
Archimedes in his bath, Aristophanes raise a laugh
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I saw Cook who spread disease and Darwin fail to please
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
Saw Victoria act improperly and Carnegie create a monopoly
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
Saw Bernays market Freud and Billy Sunday quite annoyed
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
Saw Hitler buy trucks from Ford and Mussolini praise the Lord
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
Saw Mossadegh in Iran thrown out by Roosevelt’s plan
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I Saw Dulles go astray with his brother of the CIA
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I saw Kennedy come to harm and Johnson rape Vietnam
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I saw Armstrong walk the moon and Nixon act the loon
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I saw Blaire concoct a war with John Howard’s help what’s more
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I saw GW acting rash and Dick Cheney keep the cash
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I saw Obama kill with drones and wiretap Merkel’s phones
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I saw Dr Fauci inspire us while an idiot abetted the virus
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I saw Trump tell a bogus tale and Sidney Powell help him fail
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I saw a President cause a riot and legal eagles deny it
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I saw a moron lose an election and his lies escape detection
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I saw Murdoch misreport as a kind of evil sport
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I saw Tony Abbot’s blunder denied by claps of thunder
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I saw valid climate clues mangled in Fox News
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I saw Chomsky trumpet the cause of human rights
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
I saw fine vaccines save most from an early grave
Yes I learned a lot as all those years passed by

I was born about three thousand years ago
And I’ve seen more things than you can ever know
Now as the years go by, the truth I’ll never deny
And to recognise reality I will always try


Consensus is the concern of the politician
Everything he does seeks to portray universal support
No matter how wild or extreme or personally lucrative
His intrigue may be
Add to this the myside bias
A deadly dangerous thing, that accepts
Only data that supports its views
And there it is
The formula for absolute power, dictatorship or Fascism
Let us look now at climate change reality
The nemesis of mining and steel corporations
O how violent has been their attack on science!
So what of this?
In essence climate science is verifiable data
A positive link to the real world
How different this is from slanted dialogue
From the self-interested mission statements
Of some giant corporations and their media allies
Crying out blatantly and undisguised
From a convenient, fabricated consensus
For permission to destroy the world
Science in stark contrast
Does not depend on consensus
And yet science consensus does exist
It is not always bad
But what really matters is the outcome of scientific research
Some of history’s greatest scientists have defied consensus
So what of reality for us here and now?
Without doubt in the years to come
If wildfire burns so many futures away
If storms beat their fists and homes disastrously crumble
If farmlands turn into nothing more than deserts
If floods turn carparks into deathly whirlpools
We will recall the Jones deceit with the devil with coal in his hand
And the consensus then will be forever real

Closed Doors

What are they hiding?
There is a meeting going on over there
A cause célèbre is being resolved we are told
It is linked to human behaviour, that gathering
Indeed to the very existence of mankind
So the enclosed debate goes on
And on
Day follows day without an outcome
And still the doors are closed
Why is this so?
The answer my friend
Is not blowin’ in the wind
Because even the windows are closed
O accord! it is a gentle thing
Beloved from pole to pole
But when there is dissembling
The doors will close
To hide the woes
And heads will begin to roll
Extended time with doors closed
Is writing on the wall
The longer the time the greater the strife
And for all one knows, the more will be headed for a fall
If one or more speakers at that meeting
Has a point of view
Unpopular with the general
That is the probable reason the doors stay closed
Closed until the divergent one or ones
Can be silenced or overthrown
And desired appearances for public consumption
Are established
O joy then! the opening of the doors
And the veneer of unity is spread abroad
But beware you leaders who strive for a better world
The black sheep on that other side often wears wolf’s clothing
And may well use other closed doors for the seizing of power


More Poems Knocking On The Door


Development is the way of the world
Let us expand
Not according to the needs of civilisation
But merely in terms of the triumph of opportunists
Whoever does the deal
The best deal
Becomes the authorised vandal
To eliminate the old
Hide the sky with concrete
Build stairways to the heaven of profiteers
Crowd gullible people into belfries with no bells
The slums of tomorrow
Mutilate the landscape with discordant shapes
Irrelevant to Nature’s loveliness
You can hear the coins of corruption
Tumbling into accounts in complicit banks
An unplanned cacophony of chaos
And so progress blunders on
Bringing change for the aggrandisement of the few
And the detriment of the many
Let us go then, you and I
And find a place unoccupied by greed
Where beauty created when time began
Still remains
Let us make there a new city
A place where all the elegance of the world belongs
Planned, inspiring, welcoming
And shared by all
In the calm tranquility of justice

“A Light At The End Of The Tunnel”

Words heard in the news: October 7, 2021

So things are looking up, rumour has it
Only eight people in our part of the world
Died yesterday from coronavirus
One in his twenties too…
Any man’s death admonishes me
If I am ending the lockdown prematurely
But not to worry
There are other matters to consider
In the light of business interests
That light at the end of the tunnel
We will defy danger and struggle back
To customary existence
Just look at the overriding benefits
It’s the best of all possible worlds
Normal funerals will be allowed for those eight dead
Schools will resume early
To bring normality back to the lives
Of parents who can do what they are supposed to do
And go to work
Pupils will fill classrooms once again
Sharing the air with each other
Especially if the windows don’t open
It is certainly possible some may die of the virus
Teachers too, more likely
But we must yield to reality, the Trojan Horse of sentimentality
And get on with things that matter
Before it is too late
This above all
That virus will be with us for ever
That is the way things are
We must learn to live with it
And surge boldly
Heads held high
Into the stock market of death

Get The Hell Out Of Dodge

Bribes are everywhere
And politicians building shooting galleries
To get people’s votes
Mining licences expanded
Using shady deals
Alcohol flowing in the gutters of the streets
Banks robbing people
Instead of the other way round
Snake oil legally sold
Just by changing the name
Professed doves carrying guns
The local rag
Printing only lies authorised by the boss
Land grabs by rich bastards
So the poor can’t afford a house
Large crowds gathering where infection abounds
Riots by blockheads in favour of dying
That’s it
I’ve done my best and failed to put things right
There’s nothing left for me to do
But get the hell out of Dodge

Lilliput Revisited

You may not have heard the news afoot
Of the social change in Lilliput
The conflict between big and little enders
Has been changed by liberals with strong agendas
They have solved the opening variance riddle
By impaling all eggs in the middle
But alas for the poor people’s peace and quiet
Other matters have caused a riot
Stupid things done across that ocean
That inevitably led to disastrous commotion
When doctors needed to jab with impunity
Some zanies declared their rights to immunity
As peril threatened outside their homes
They flocked to the meadow where danger roams
The warnings came with gentle insistence
But they foolishly failed to keep that distance
Then a war was kindled with Blefuscu again
By a former leader, the most warlike of men
No one at all gave him a mention
So he threatened the peace to get attention
Thus I can say things are now much worse
And that is one reason for this verse
Which will end with words on the death of trust
For Gulliver’s gone home once more in disgust

Star Gazing

Look at that star
Gazing down on us
Like a fact-finder
Observing the consequences of our lives
So bright it is
Part of our pathetic existence
That seems so mundane
Yet they are wondrous, those stars
Look at the rest of them up there
Conquering the darkness
So many of them
All so far away
The light from the nearest one
Travelling at many thousand miles per second
Is more than eight years old
The soft radiance from others
Began its journey to our eyes
Before we were born
From others still
Before mankind was born
So to view the stars
Is to rest your eyes on the enduring past
History bidding you good evening
But who are we?
Just grains of sand on the beach of the universe?
No! We are questioning reeds
Growing in a forest of uncertainty
Yearning to discover
Wanting to uncover
The realities of everything around us
Determined to keep the air clean and clear
So that we can study the stars forever
With feelings that enhance our humanity


Pollution! Pollution!
Pollution is not the solution
It’s time for all creatures
The good word reaches
To stage a revolution
Steel! Steel!
The profit’s not real
And that is a reason
In this visionary season
To tell you the way I feel
Coal! Coal!
Plays a ruinous role
Infects the air
In a manner not fair
With gain its cardinal goal
Oil! Oil!
The king to whom rich men are loyal
When they burn it in cars
We can’t see the stars
A foul scheme we must foil
Plastic! Plastic!
Let’s be iconoclastic
Promote this caper
Use wrapping paper
And trip the light fantastic
Joy! Joy!
Let’s fashion for the hoi polloi
A world that is pure
With eternal allure
That no pay dirt can destroy


And Yet Still More


I once knew a man
Years ago
Long time passing
Who was treated very harshly by my peers
Maligned with abuse
Cast aside from the normality of endorsed existence
Into the isolation reserved for the guilty
Where even the virtuous fear to go
Lest they too are ostracised
Like a leper from the past
Decried by voices
That questioned his humanity
I met him once
In his prison of distrust
And noticed the pain in his eyes
When we spoke of the past
I leant towards him
To touch his shoulder with compassion
As all he had done
Was come from another country

Pandora Lives

A global leak of nearly 12 million documents,
dubbed the Pandora Papers, unlocks
the financial secrets of politicians and billionaires October 4, 2021

There you go
You shamefaced hangdog parasites
Basking in your vile iniquity
While we normal people
Meet the requirements of the morality
You despise
Look at you now
A pillar of civilisation
Successful beyond infinity
Treated as a divinity
So much lucre
You make Midas seem down and out
So much power
The whole world moves when you shout
I see you now
In the light of what you truly are
A disease that eats away
At the anatomy of our being
A plague like the Black Death
Because until recently
We have not known the cause
But hear this now
The box Pandora has found
Is a turning point of history
All those roads apparently not taken
By you depraved architects of secret villainy
Are now revealed
We, your victims, the honest ones
Will travel those boulevards and destroy them
With your own weapon of mass destruction
The money we save
By making you pay your bills

The Power Of Recollections

I am old now
Confined indoors
By the crumbling of the body’s bits and pieces
That promote mobility
Never experience the sun these days
Lean against the wind
Or shelter from the rain
Just sit on my chair at my computer
Wandering around the internet
Looking for distractions
From the decrepitude of age
Writing the odd poem occasionally
That’s life when you have excessive maturity
And yet there is one thing
That stands like a beacon in the night
That stops you
Longing to escape with the Dark Angel…
It is memory
That is mine until amnesia sets in
I own it totally
No one on earth can take it from me
Dispute it yes, but steal it no
I was there when storms were exciting things
Not national catastrophes
I saw bushfires as tidy-ups by Nature
Not holocausts
I remember when dams were always full
And floods were rare events
Reminiscence is a sweet thing now
For the air in my childhood was pure
The moon danced lovingly on the waters of the bay
Where more fish were swimming in peace
We played Cowboys and Indians
Where the bush hadn’t been cut down to build high rise
And you climbed still-standing trees to catch cicadas
All in salad days that never really leave you


How devious facts are
Hiding themselves
Behind the lies and pretence of important people
Fascinating, isn’t it?
The way
Leaders gain power with subterfuge
Masquerading as something other than what they really are
Concealing the truth
With clichés like freedom, security, and things we hold dear
And all the while
Planning the obverse
Carrying out the will of powerful backroom personages
Whose names we never know
That is usually why
Leaders on the sea of reform afloat
Are unduly careful not to rock the boat
Always there is impediment to the change
As vested interest limits the power to rearrange
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity
Peace, Land and Bread
Liberty or Death
How the dreams have echoed down the ages
Holding sway for a time
Before yielding to the tyranny of greed
And ill-gained power of successful subversives
Depressing isn’t it?
But is all lost?
What can we do to change the way of things?
Why, tell the story
Education is the only ultimate solution
History is the golden source of truth
And therein lies the reality of revolution


How many lies must a politician tell
Before he reaches the top?
Why is deception the usual practice
And when will it ever stop?
The answer my friend is written in the sky
In words only fools deny

How many years must justice fail
As the rich exploit the poor?
How much longer will lawyers earn rewards
Helping criminals within the law?
The answer my friend is written in the sky
In words only fools deny

Who tells the stories hiding true facts
That make people go to war?
Why do the affluent weapon makers
Promote this tragic flaw?
The answer my friend is written in the sky
In words only fools deny

Now tell me this please why does triumph
Arrive when you bend the rules?
Do our masters in life depend for success
On the gullibility of fools?
The answer my friend is written in the sky
In words only fools deny

O can there be a time more important than now
For the vault of heaven to speak?
Are not responses to life-and-death questions
What we must for ever seek?
The answer my friend will be written on our graves
If we choose to remain fraudsters’ slaves


Poems Still Appearing

Rich Man Poor Man

There once was a man who was top of his class
Because he was very rich
Money seemed to flow through his welcoming veins
As a mine he owned and two take-away chains
Raised his profits to fever pitch
Success was his motto so he crushed his rivals
And power was one of his yearnings
He built his fame in the Yellow Press
Placed every opponent under duress
And annually doubled his earnings
One of the things such men often do
Is embark on a political career
So he eagerly found an appropriate party
Gave it his voice faking hale and hearty
Though his virtue was but a veneer
As is the way of this dubious world
This man found further success
With his power anew
His fortune grew
Proving nothing succeeds like excess
But as the years sped frantically by
Fatal illness sans warning arrived
Few people cried
When this man died
Though his reputation survived
The funeral was a rococo event
Its glamour made critics rave
A coffin of gold
With a monument bold
Plus Tom Tipster to dig his grave
Now Tom was quite poor earning modest pay
Yet he never stepped out of line
And the rich man’s death gave him food for his kin
Helped him care for his wife who was pale and thin
And to live to be ninety nine

Undeclared War

For the children around the world acting for truth

An undeclared war is raging now
A terrible struggle
More violent
Than any affray ever know before
With appalling consequences
If the right cause fails
Horrific, horrendous, horrifying
Leading humanity
Towards an alliance with death
With destruction an afterthought
O how the conflict rages
Across the Fields of Understanding
That paradisiacal place
Where hope once blossomed
In a garden of reality
You will of course
Question the identity of the combatants
A natural enquiry this
For those who determine the future of mankind
Demand identification
So note well these belligerents
Storming down from the hills of greed and self-interest
The vandals of archaic industry
Riding steeds of steel
And bearing torches so powerful
They scorch the air itself
With them, just a little ahead
Is an array of trumpets
Sounding forth brassy lies
That stifle the cries
Of the people
Whose land must suffer under
The hooves of the invading horses
What of the other combatants?
The opposition to this force of terror?
They are also strong
Potent adversaries
Poised on the brink of the Armageddon
Looming in this time
The wise folk of tomorrow they are
Children of the present
Who do not flinch in the face of evil
Reject the lies and myths primeval
And demand action for global warming

Black Dog

Hello Charlie
How are you today?
Not the best Ethan but thank you for the call
OK then
We’ll see what we can do about that
Open up to me
What’s the problem?
Let’s make this phone health system work for us
You’re at home
Not out mingling with COVID sources
I’ve enjoyed working with you all these years
So how can I help today?
O things are bad just now Ethan
Too many demons to conquer
Some times I’m OK when I wake up
What a nice word OK is
Sounds good
No need for details
Just a general impression of survival
But not OK this morning though
Too many things I can’t fix
More disasters threatening and happening
Than I can mend…
All right then Charlie
That’s what I’m here for
Let’s see if we can deal with this
Tell me the problem
Fill me in
More than one Ethan
You know many of them already
You remember my wife left me to live with another woman
My son was a victim of the Afghanistan War
You know I was sacked from my lifetime job
For being too old
You know I have lost other employment because of the virus
I load garbage for the Council now
And I’ve told you my car is at the wreckers
Because I forgot to water the radiator
I’m deaf as a beetle
With one hearing aid I can’t fix
Because I can’t leave home to get it put right
All this you have helped me with before
And other things too
But now
Yesterday came the last straw
The explosion that blew me away
My Uncle Charles
CEO of Make A Killing Inc
And my mentor for many years
Told me of all things I should go to a psychiatrist
And he cut me out of his will
All because I demonstrated agains global warming
And joined the Greens
Last straw Ethan
Somewhat ironic
Because I have been going to you
As my psychiatrist
For all these years
But now that’s it
I’m blown apart
When you attack someone’s self respect
With all guns blazing
You’ve got to get the facts right
Otherwise you are only enslaving your victim
For your own peace of mind
That’s me just now Ethan
A slave to Uncle Charles’ equanimity
And disintegrating
Everything is a shadow and there is no sun…
All right Charlie
Take a deep breath
Let’s go after these demons
Thanks Ethan, I’m listening
Well now
How old are you?
Good. Didn’t die young.
How’s your cancer?
I don’t have any
I knew that Charlie
Just a joke
Good. More years likely
How’s your blood pressure?
MY GP says it’s like a young man’s
Heart in good order?
Good. Still more years looming
Do you get hungry much?
Well not really
The farm and garden give us ample food
Good. Yet even more years likely
How are you and Jessie getting on?
She’s the most loving wife anyone could have
She’s my treasure
You’re not lonely then?
Far from it
Good. Makes those extra years contented as well
What about hobbies?
Anything to escape boredom?
Well yes actually Ethan
I have found myself recently
A volunteer with the Police Boys Club
Quite involved I am
Those kids
Poor troubled souls
Many from broken homes
Desperate for a friend
I teach them boxing a bit
And coach the soccer team
Quite moving actually
Cheers me up considerably
That’s it Charlie
You’ve found your own solution yourself
To become a vital part of somebody else’s life
Is not to die
It’s a way that doesn’t stop with you
It spreads like a benevolent pandemic
I’m convinced Doc
It’s the one thing I do that lights me up
I’ll get into it more
Every day if I can with a smile and a helping hand
Yes Charlie
That’s right, a good plan
Go for it
I’ll boost your Duloxetine to 120 mg
And we’ll see what happens
That’s it my friend
The hour’s up
Time for me to go
Call me if you need me, I mean really need me
Thanks a lot Ethan
It’s made a difference
The black dog’s asleep in the kennel

Kindness Is An Antibiotic

Kindness is an antibiotic
More powerful than penicillin sometimes
Gets rid of the poverty virus for example
More quickly than a surgeon deals with cancer
Just apply often, before and after meals preferably
Especially after disaster
And before the chaos of argument
As for the latter
Recent research seems to indicate
The surest remedy
Is a grain of salt
As a treatment the kindness drug is needed now
More than ever before
Owing to the pandemic of sadness
That clutches the world of today
In its callous fingers
Laughter is in lockdown
And tears are flooding the market
An outbreak of self-interest has been noticed recently
Especially in the mining industry
Many important people
Are going down with it with disastrous consequences
And despite the kindness
Delivered diligently by paramedics
Temperatures continue to rise
We have now reached an important moment of epidemiology
Requiring more drastic action
From tomorrow
Kindness will be supplemented
By the powerful purgative of taxation
And the main sufferers
Will be fitted with pacemakers
To control dangerous enthusiasms
So let it be
And may good health return to the world

Now Hear This

Deafness is a hard deal
For every human being
It immerses you in potential ignominy
When your only resort
Is to guess what they are saying
Since I have grown old
I have suddenly found great compassion
For the sufferers of hearing deficiency
All my days
I barely noticed their anguish
Just let it go by
As I enjoyed my infallibility
Wondered a little
Why my aged parents
Had their television thundering so loudly
Slightly annoyed I was
Seeing their behaviour
As predictable evidence of senility
How things have changed at this moment in my time
So much now I cannot hear
Beethoven is but an echo of his former self
I lie with gesture in conversation
Nodding as if I heard what was being said
Throwing in a neutral comment
Such as
How interesting!
And hoping it is not a faux pas
I watch comic television
To enjoy the chuckling
But cannot hear the reason for the laughter
Yet my life goes on
With me more sensitive to the troubles of others
While, for example, with broadcasts of political speeches
Even with the volume up
I still enjoy the beauty of appropriate silence


Some Poems Won’t Stay Hidden

Classroom Conquest

Many educators
Leave the classroom for higher status
As soon as they can
One of the reasons for this
Is that in every classroom
There will always be an idiot
This makes it so hard for the autocratically inclined
For the teacher of the young
It means a challenge
Every day of the school year
For the high school guru
It is at least twice in every week
While for university teachers
It is forever
One of the things you cannot do
And this is what makes it so hard
Is tell the idiot in your classroom
He is an idiot
Merely to diagnose his mental condition
And leave it at that
Is the kind of behaviour
That gives us Hitlers
Instead you must walk towards that haunted soul
And say: “We have a problem…
Let us sit down together and try fix it.”
Then you try something
And something else
And another something else
Those troubles – you are doomed to fight ‘em
And so proceed ad infinitum
It is not always rewarding, this challenge
Sometimes it leaves you shivering in cold despair
But when you win occasionally, something happens
That makes you glad it was you who was there


Let’s switch on the telly and study it well
Get all the details of the happenings in Hell
Find out what the world’s icons are doing
What schemes of self-interest they are pursuing
See if the death toll from the virus is rising
Assess if polluters are still enterprising
Tally the deceased in third world lands
Killed by a vaccine not in their hands
Grow aware of the endless acts of terror
Count the innocents killed by our drones in error
Get details of the latest slaying
Weep for dead soldiers while the bands are playing
Find a lost child drowned in a pool
Be irked by politicos playing the fool
Have your eyes fixed on women abused
With close ups of faces battered and bruised
Notice the old folk dying alone
With all that is left of them mere skin and bone
Pay attention to the climate change report
Drown your fears in wine as a last resort
Television was born in 1926
When John Logie Baird got up to his tricks
When you switch it on now without convolution
You are part of the horror of a news revolution
Switch it off when the time comes without hesitation
Then go and kick a dog for relaxation

Lost Child

Away into a wilderness of uncertainty he went
Towards the place that has never been
Where dreams fade away
Into the cold insignificance of unreality
He was tremulous
And looked at the ground when he walked
Afraid of things
In trouble he was, often
Because he didn’t seem to listen to warnings
A black sheep in child’s clothing
A nuisance to busy parents
He often lingered out of their sight
In a corner beneath the house
Where spiders were his friends
Because they didn’t seem to notice him
He had no other allies
Even his brother and sister despised him
And gave him angry looks unfailingly
Time was his enemy
As days of resentment passed ever so slowly
Until one day
He left it all behind him
He was gone before anyone knew it
No warning
Just a dawning, followed by absence
A token search was made for a while
But quickly discontinued
All this was a long time ago
That family has not heard from him again
Yet he lives on in another place
Fate deals strange cards
For elsewhere he has found love and kindness
That is why he is writing this poem


The lowest trick of the scoundrel
Is to pretend to be good
To profit from war in the name of peace
Is to stand where Judas stood
To work for a cause that brings you gain
While you hide the fact from others
Resembles the work of a thief who steals food
From the mouths of his starving brothers
In parliament sometimes a question time question
Is one of the scoundrel’s tricks
To design a query that promotes a dogma
In the guise of Dorothy Dix
Far more heinous is the charity
That works at a fever pitch
And uses the weak, the poor and the needy
To make its director rich
Along with this is the salesman
Who masquerades as your friend
But leaves you with a pittance beyond remittance
And troubles that never end
Another case for the human race
Tends to shroud many lives in dismay
A philanthropist giving flamboyantly to the poor
While his workforce earns little pay
But life goes on in spite of all this
The tapestry a charlatan weaves
In the end he will die like the rest of us
While none of his victims grieves

The Games We Play

Sport is a corporate business now
Played for financial gain
To sponsor a mogul and launder his funds
With cunning legerdemain
It harnesses crowds and uses tradition
To cash in on people’s dreams
You might say the job of courting the mob
Is one of life’s lucrative schemes
And so they roll in adrift in the mire
Of conjured up belligerent loyalty
While the money flows in to pay the investor
Most often from HD royalty
So the players play as if ready to die
For they know that winning is all
And the media profit from the tales they tell
Especially when players fall
Now the seasons come and the trophies flow
The golden rule is to attack
For the also-ran knows he costs the boss money
And losers get the sack
So it’s play up play and play the game
Not just for a ribboned coat
If the money flows as the saying goes
You won’t have missed the boat

On Getting Things Right

Don’t be dismayed dear colleague
Even though you are maligned
If you do your best and still get blamed
You just have to be resigned
Remember Gödel’s incompleteness theorems
Things we think we know but don’t
If I understood them completely myself
I would tell you, but I won’t
Yet this I will make plain
Advice from me on the shelf
Nothing is impossible for each critic my friend
If he doesn’t have to do it himself
So do what you have to do each day
Stay steadfast as you go
And let those appraisers share with the birds
Their pathetic tale of woe
My-side bias is adrift in our planet
Some believe the whole world thinks they’re right
So if truth happens to be on your side
You can’t win without a fight
But ride boldly lad up the hills of contempt
Crouch low on the power of your horse
Good research in the end will always triumph
And that is a matter of course
Vaccine is not an infringement of freedom
Injustice from the past
If they don’t take it now and follow the rules
Their next breath could be their last
And the climate is now a deadly threat
To our present way of living
If we cut and burn and dig to earn
The weather will be unforgiving
That’s enough for now; you deserve some peace
I will let my argument rest
Work on, do your job, let evidence rule
And you will pass every test


Still A Place For Thoughts

Tomorrow Never Comes

I travel every day through a realm of inanity
Where mania walks by, displaying insanity
There people throw stones with a joy that arouses
Complete unawareness of their glass houses
They buy vast numbers of things they don’t need
Obedient to the sirens who cultivate greed
They never read books or appraise the news
Only talk-back radio decides their views
They lead their own bodies into decay
Cajoled into gorging on take-away
They endorse men of folly who win elections
Which leads the land in deadly directions
They greet refugees with a firmly shut door
And spread the lie that this prevents war
Their foolish deeds set their world on fire
As they praise the nonsense of the climate denier
So they dig up and burn
And refuse to learn
As every man stumbles
While the nation crumbles
There is folly too in other things they do
They greet mask requirements with a hullabaloo
And walk arm in arm with no social distance
As a virus kills thousands without their resistance
Yet somewhere in the city you may hear the throb of drums
As a doomsayer says, “For the arrant fool tomorrow never comes.”

Broken Contract

Australia has canceled its order for French submarines
with conventional propulsion, worth 90 billion euros. 23/9/21

For some a contract is a request for a killing
To others long ago
It was an agreement to marry
Still others
Who use the word today
Mean to grow small
But above all else
Beyond all other connotations
In a world where the need for domination
Even love and certainly loyalty and compassion
A contract is something to be broken
Political power, status or wealth
So often result from such action
Have you noticed recently
The fresh alliance in the air?
A treaty has been signed
Big brothers are hugging a new upstart
As he rises from the mire of insignificance
High sounding euphemisms flow from his lips
About freedom, democracy and security
To deny the ugliness of what he has done…
It is likely – extremely likely
That many people will die of illness
Before the new contract is fulfilled
Education will still have flaws
And poverty will still exist
But one thing is certain:
Because of this new situation
And the moral degeneracy of their action
The contract breakers will not be able to say
Je ne regrette rien

Advice From The Oracle

Climate change
Is now having an influence on market prices
So speaks the highest authority on money in our land
That’s it then
Now we must act
Death-dealing wildfires didn’t matter
The withering wilderness of drought stirred no action
We shed no tears for disappearing species
Uncontrollable tempests brought no response
Zombified coral let us bid farewell to tourists
And the ocean devoured our seascapes with our tacit approval
But now, when stock falls below the stop price
Zero tolerance is potently proclaimed
We spring out of our suspended animation
O yes! How things now will change!
Lumps of coal will no longer
Find a place on parliamentary television
Mining billionaires will have to do an honest day’s work
Wind vanes will no more be falsely defamed
Mind dead activists will be placed in solitary confinement
With science books
Talk-back radio hosts will be forced to broadcast sitting in the sun
Farmers who fell trees recklessly
Will be required to feed koalas seven days a week
Solar heating will be both free and tax deductible
Global warming skeptics will personally defray
The cost of their own remedial education
And climate scientists
Will be paid workers’ compensation…
Thus once more a brave new world will be born
While for the first time in human history
The stock market will undeniably have served mankind

The Irony Of Fate

When I was young
I flaunted my joie de vivre
And focused on the only truly important human: me
I took a critical view of old folk too
Gloating over my prowess compared to theirs
Especially regarding those who walked with a limp
Stupid, clumsy old fools
Seemed to surround me
And you had to speak to them
More slowly and more loudly, repeating things often
Their world was pathetically shallow too
Why they didn’t even know
What a login or a password or an interface was
So I surged through life
With nary a thought
For those struggling with it
Yet here I am today dancing to a different tune
Things have changed now
Time has wrought its revenge
These days I am old and I walk with a limp
I mean very old
So old that I can remember
The first mention of global warming
All the instances of American imperialism
And the Cold War
Fuelled so effectively by John Foster Dulles
But just now I am shattered
Filled you might almost say with guilt
Learning a life-changing lesson about my past
Only a simple thing started this
It might seem to you insignificant
But it wasn’t
It was quite powerful…
This morning
A young man rose
And gave me his seat in a crowded train

All The Difference

I am old
Battered somewhat by life
Limbs don’t work the way they used to
In pain a lot when bending over
Somewhat out of favour with the authorities
Who criticize me over my financial position
I am advised
To change my ways
With the help of my psychiatrist
Because of my pecuniary inadequacies
This has left me somewhat desolate
Partly because remedy is currently out of my reach
The what’s the point of going on? syndrome
Was smudging the writing
On my list of future things to do
But only for a while as I still have poems to write…
People treat me differently these days
Owing to my age
Tend to simplify conversation
Behave as if I need their help to think
They enumerate the mores I have to display
To keep the world going
Some of these essential customs and conventions, but not all,
I have helped reinforce for many, many years
As a teacher
My distaste for life’s demands of efficiency and productivity
Has tended recently to fill me
With fear and even self-pitying despair
But then suddenly I found unexpected relief
I recalled my long dead dog
Who understood me just as I am
Out of the past came a recollection of love
That put material things in their right place
And helped me understand what really matters
So I will linger on for the time being despite my distress
That memory has made all the difference

The Canyons Of The Mind

O the mind has canyons
Dark places
Intruding constantly into your persistence with being
Where demons flaunt their tyranny
And hold you in their grasp
Like fiends on orders from Hell
Dressing your humanity in the apparel of Bedlam dwellers
And taking you down
Into merciless lower depths
Where cries for help
Are lost in the pitiless wind
And blown away to reprehensible silence…
That is where I am so often these days
Wandering in an abyss of despair
My psychiatrist has done his best
With his drugs of mood change
And his willingness to hear my tales of trouble
But so much more than a single well-paid mentor
Is needed in a region where hope is an extinct species
And remedy has been nothing but a mirage
Above all this
For you
Wherever you are
Whoever you are
Whatever you are
There is a plaintive cry
Echoing in the real wind beyond the mind
It is there for those listening
Waiting to be noticed
Not merely noticed but acted upon
It says human beings in emotional need
Are more important than atomic submarines


Poetry Lingers

Safety In Numbers

One dark day
A virus came to shatter our nation’s health
Lockdowns occurred and advisers spoke
Passing judgements linked to our wealth
When seventy percent are vaccinated
Business will resume
So three out of ten of us may die
But it’s worth the risk we assume
We must learn to face the pain of existence
There is always a risk in living
Death is forever a part of life
While the market’s unforgiving
So marshal your ranks you freedom seekers
Don’t trouble to count the cost
If those fellow humans aren’t allowed to die
Our trading options will be lost
Therefore dear friends though the virus encumbers
For the market’s sake, there’s safety in numbers


Feeling gloomy, melancholy, dejected?
Mood in the lower depths?
There’s a pill for it
Tending to misbehave as a child?
Finding it hard to listen and daydream a lot?
Declare an ADHD emergency and get a pill for it
Feeling stupid with exams approaching?
Try a smart pill before it’s too late
Putting on too much weight?
Don’t trouble about your diet
Just put your faith in a weight loss pill
And that will keep you quiet
But wait a minute; what’s this?
Only last night I had the strangest dream
A new era was in it to change our world
In the realm of dreams, there it was – all to do with pills
If you were driven by inhumane greed
A pill would give you compassion
And when belief in science went to seed
A pill would put doubt out of fashion
Should you promote the folly of war
A capsule would make you hate harm
When it comes to asylum if you shut the door
It’s a vaccine of welcome for your arm
Should you gain power as an arrogant liar
A serum would foster the truth
For the apathetic who would never inquire
A pastille would foster proof
What a world of fantasy this was!
Where the offbeat becomes the norm
But suddenly I woke
And back to the real world I came
Into the usual mire of self deception
Ready to pay my next pharmacy bill once more
O yes and there’s money in that
Vast fame and fortune for some


Asylum is a frantic need
Imposed on desperate people
Through no fault of their own
Indeed it is often a consequence
Of another person’s crime
What more can be said
When your home’s wrecked by fear and death?
Australia fair
Is a wondrous place
Where life is routinely safe
And days are always gently calm
For both the goose and the gander
But alas where refugees tend to meet harm
With a door tighter shut than Uganda
Can you hear the cries of tomorrow
Where historians judge our humanity
And we will be seen as pedlars of sorrow
In support of political inanity?

One Kind Deed

One kind deed can ring around the earth
Echoing in the hallways of time
Here is a tale showing what help is worth
With an outcome close to sublime
An unnamed man was given one day
A humble postage stamp
It let him send a letter away
To another person’s camp
That other friend was on the run
Desperately needing advice
On things that had to be done
The letter came and in a trice
The recipient sprang into action
The knowledge it gave to him of science
Was in no way a fatal attraction
But truth’s golden new alliance
The recipient had found a mould
That had very funny behaviour
And one of the things we are told
Was with germs it became our saviour
As the world’s first antibiotic
Now that letter writer’s behaviour
With wisdom was symbiotic
It was one of the vital causes
That helped science function apace
To create vast human resources
Of penicillin for the human race

Here Is The News

Cannot make cars any more
But we can make nuclear submarines
All that we need now is war
You can tell that to the marines
So let us bend our backs to the cause
And hustle up a foe
To kindle corporate applause
And prevent industrial woe
Australians all let us rejoice
As we cover our tracks with deception
Let us curse our enemies with angry voice
Give that potent plan a reception
On ever onwards to a better world
We shall dominate other nations
We will rise to glory with our flag unfurled
While our banks receive the donations
O hear this now ye adventurous souls
Our future is in good hands
When the bellicose play such leading roles
And we conquer other lands
To arms! To arms!
Go forward to the slaughter
Our destiny’s controlled with warlike palms
And travels under the water


Begone demonstrators
Get off the streets and go home
Your causes are not what they used to be
And turn into useless foam
Once you fought Agent Orange in Vietnam
The lies linked to Iraq oil
Or the slaughter in Afghanistan
Where opium pollutes the soil
Now instead of lockdowns
You would rather let people die
You rally against democracy in the U S of A
Where it’s truth you fiercely deny
You support a dangerous autocrat
Whose aim is purely power
You rally and shout and stamp your feet
To promote his witching hour
So go away the lot of you
Out of public view
Think and read and try to learn
It’s what you need to do
And watch out for the condemnation
Your children will endure tomorrow
As the pages of our history
Detail today’s dark sorrow



Yet More Poems



Science exists

It is operating now

A danger to our very existence as functioning corporations

Threatening our tomorrows

With destructive evidence

That will turn our mission statements

Into catastrophic foretelling of insolvency

To arms fearless corporate allies!

We must turn this tide of dangerous awareness

Into profitable unreality


Reach out!

Invent mythology to fulfil our dreams

Earth has been growing warm by nature for millennia

Coal fire causes wind and cools the planet

Lightning will destroy electric cars

Wildfires are created by flammable birds-nests

Floods are caused by bad drainage

Storms are a conspiracy by meteorologists

The virus will magically disappear

Vaccination was invented by Hitler to kill the Jews

Isolation is a Communist plot so back to work

That’s it then

Down with research-based knowledge!

We must stop this deadly understanding


Or the way of life we know and love

Will disappear

In a labyrinth of comprehension

So viva the market!

Protect the masses from knowledge

That will block, stall, hold back the wheels of industry

Let us make sure today

Our golden destiny

Our future, is away on business

Any Man’s Death Diminishes Me

No man is an island entire of itself…any man’s death 

diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. 

And therefore never send to know for whom 

the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

From Devotions upon Emergent Occasions

John Donne 

COVID-19 is a fact of life

It will be always with us they said

People will die no matter what we do

So let us get back to business

And accept the reality of mortality


Before our world of industry crumbles

Into insignificance

End the lockdown before it is too late 

Flowers they added

Flowers for the victims

Are an appropriate investment

To mollify critics of our doing away with isolation too soon

They will be an adequate gesture 

To keep the wheels of industry spinning

The economy healthy

And restore the beauty of our existence

Newspaper obituaries too are certainly relevant

Conspicuous public sympathy

To help the market return to glory

Flourish again despite the roll call of death

I believe my father would have condemned the pitiless greed

Had he not been infected during the hasty easing of constraints 

And survived the virus

For me

He was my angel

O how he suffered

And O how his death diminishes me!

He rests now


In a cemetery created by champions of commerce


Silence can be a secret heinous thing

Destructive in its subtle way

Created by words that don’t exist

It may protect crime or condone folly

Making the silent observer an accomplice of evil

It can have more power than the wail of a siren

Or a scream in the terror of the night

Fostering criminal deeds

By leaving them unnoticed

War crimes, for example,

Have been known to create medals

As part of the ecru scheme of things

While other sanctified hostile warriors live on

In the heroic glory of death

Our lack of awareness

So often is linked to such matters

As we condone by ignoring

Yet all is not lost

The other day a political capo came before a crowd

Seeking approval

He even clapped himself

Partly because he secretly feared condemnation

The dream of an empire he offered…

Outposts throughout the world

Spreading, endorsing, promoting a chosen way of life

Superior to all other forms of existence

O how wondrous it was!

While he waited breathless for a response

Hordes of faces turned awry

And silence thundered

Memories Are Made Of This

A song of the Fifties, sung especially by Dean Martin

Time is a catalyst for memory

When you are old

As I am

The past is a friend

That comes to visit you often

It knocks on your door in an amicable way

And suddenly they are there

Companions, loves, siblings, mentors

All the helpful elements of your existence

From days gone by

But there is a difference when they come back

These time ignored figures

Something strange

Somehow your enemies are absent

They are lurking somewhere round a corner

Out of sight

Some of them gave you Hell

Rivalled your promotion

Stole your home perhaps

Cheated you in a game

One may even have seduced your wife

But now they are nowhere to be seen

You have ridden through the pain of their onslaughts

Onto the plains of awareness

Where all that matters is your continued existence in peace

And that is why those demons

Have crumbled into the dust of irrelevance…

To remember the joys of the past

Is to be born again

Still with the energy of those bygone times

You can climb the same mountains

Walk down the same roads

Make the same mistakes

When it doesn’t really matter

So you can walk into your last tomorrow with a smile

With today lifted above its tribulations by the past


Words are ephemeral things

Not always to be believed

I mean even these words of mine

Unless they are vindicated by evidence

Take Exhibit A for example

You can think about his name for yourself

He is powerful

Has coordinated access to the media

Is interviewed often

Has a seat at conference tables around the world

Likes to be seen with the common man 

In his own country

Often wears a protective helmet

Recorded by cameras

Shakes hands with other wearers of the same headgear

Also recorded

Cradles babies publicly once every four years

Goes to church noticeably

Hangs medals around winners’ necks

Cuts ribbons

Is excused from lockdowns

Is driven everywhere by a chauffeur in a limousine

And lives in an impressive mansion funded by the people

His latest words for your analysis:

Our country leads the world with equal opportunity

Poverty doesn’t exist

Education is freely available to all

We fight for freedom wherever the need arises

God save the Queen

Exhibit B is me

I wrote this poem

These are my words for your consideration

Yours is the right to judge


And More Poems


Love is a powerful friend amidst chaos

A cooee when you are lost in the mountains

A visit from a doctor when you are ill

Water in a desert of loneliness

A warm fire when you come in from the cold

A kind hand when defeat bars your way

Laughter when gloom thinks it is winning

If you regret a mistake it understands

When the world condemns you it forgives

If you are ostracised it ensures you do not walk alone

Love is magic

It casts a spell on whoever it touches

Love is a connection

For with it two or more become one

Love is eternal

As it survives even after death

So don’t feel sad for me please when I die

For I have found love in my life


Those flowers are nearly dead now

Lingering as they do

In that vase

Watered with human kindness

How lovingly they were put there

Aiming to give delight to a returning loved one

Who had been through the Hell of living with an illness

You can see the last traces of colour

Remaining determinedly

As an incentive to make the most of each hour

Shape is changing too

The way of all living things 

In the end succumbing to time

Shrivelling wrinkling transforming

Into the livery of death

So that soon all that will remain

Is a memory of beauty

And yet

Despite the momentary grief of decay

There is an antidote to ending

Recollection of the smile those flowers conjured forth

When first they were seen

By that troubled, ailing soul

In that sense

A thing of beauty lasts and lasts and lasts

While tomorrow

There will be more flowers

And another vase  

When Will They Ever Understand?

Afghanistan August 2021

It has happened again

Intruders bringing chaos to a foreign land

Yet another invasion

Repulsed by resentful denizens

Desperately hanging on to their own code of ethics

Which is their right according to international law

Irrespective of the inconvenience it causes foreign potentates

Not the first time either

It has happened again and again and again in this place

No child’s learning there is ever free of warfare, bloodshed, struggle

They study mathematics with a data base of death

And the land itself protects all fugitives

It is easy to hide in its caves and valleys and hills

A favourable sanctuary for rebels and dissenters

Who have flourished there down the years

Constantly evoking the ire of powerful, trigger-happy aliens

For whom conference, dialogue and negotiation are dirty words

Where is the wisdom of this intrusion?

When will they ever understand?

When will they ever learn?


Only yesterday I found the tag for faults was solutions

For hate was love

For anger kindness

And for war peace

All this because an old and dying man

Said he still enjoyed living…

All things bright and beautiful were still there for the seeing

He cheerfully helped me understand

His category for existence obviously lingering on

Even though days were hard and seemingly numbered…

He had lived a long life

That old man

Watched the doers of dark deeds get their way at times

Felt the pain of injustice to others

And the triumph of getting things right occasionally himself

With his own learning process

He had been married to someone he held dear

Raised three children

Paid off a home

And worked like a vassal for his pay

Now his time was running out

Children far away

That wife dead

With nothing to do in retirement but think

And write his memoirs…

So feed all this into your computer, reader

Get the tags right

And the best category I can think of is humanity

Post it on your blog

For all the world to see

That old man by the way, the one I mentioned, was me

Liar: Proud, Magnificent


You are welcome in my presence

As long as you toe the line

You know what I mean

Believe my lies and act accordingly

I need

No demand, respect from you


For I am the world’s most powerful liar

Believe me

That’s the truth

And I grow more powerful every day

Because of my army of acolytes

Who thump their fists against law and order

Walk the streets

Storm the balustrades of truth and justice

To give me power

By denying all reality

Don’t you dare mention logic based on evidence

In my presence

How dare you think in my company

The lunacy of logic has long departed this globe

Lies lies lies

Are the essence of existence in this new age

And time will confirm my deception sublime

So come with me now

Bow your head respectfully

Dance to my seductive music

And it shall follow

According to my plans

Heaven will be discovered in Hell

And we shall all rejoice



I am a number now

Infinity minus one

Part of the data base for all mankind

Someone I have never met

Knows me today better than I know myself

Where I go

What I read

What I spend my money on

Even what I eat

Somewhere in the world

A data base exists

Created in the last two years

More vast than everything mankind ever wrote

Since time began

And there I am, little me

Somewhere in that vastness

A tiny speck

Naked, exposed, available

To any inquisitor who wants my details

For whatever reason providence may decide

It’s a strange feeling this

Found recently

A big brother I didn’t know I had

Someone who clearly cares about me 

What worries me though

Is my sudden awareness that he may well decide

If I am not careful

What happens to me next

There is no soul in a database

It doesn’t reason; it merely calculates

That is the difference between it and me

And that is my danger


More Poems

Harsh Words With A Shock Jock

Babble on you travesty of human existence

It’s dirty money you make

Drawing attention to the dark side of things

Posing as the voice of upstairs management

You weave ugly words into an unearthly tapestry

Of deception, violence and hate

Sullying the lives of innocent people

Undeserving of what you bring them as their orchestrated fate

Shock jock is your category of behaviour

A stage-managed label in a marketplace of lies that sell

And so you behave like a real estate agent

Selling strata title in Hell

The Seven Deadly Sins are your subject matter

To get public attention

You rant and rave in Plato’s cave

Giving every possible wrong cause a mention

You twist the truth, deny the science,

Greet the law with illicit defiance

Until you have a world that reeks of iniquity

The kind where your type rises to the well paid rank of stardom

But get you gone you stentor of gibberish

Cast yourself into tomorrow’s waste bins of irrelevance

Pollute the air with the last traces of your aggressive persona

Turned into the dust of your deserved oblivion

And let the beautiful silence when you no longer speak

Proclaim to us all

That the world can be a positive, dignified place

Dinner For Two

Bon appetite

Tell me how long have you been making a living

Deceiving people with distorted realities?

You don’t say

That’s a very long time. Profitable I assume?

I thought so, judging by your extravagant lifestyle

Tell me

How important to you is the truth?

That’s interesting

And how often does it reduce selling power?

Aha! Well now fancy that!

Lies are more profitable than scientific proof

So there you stand. But tell me this

Do you feel sometimes like Mephistopheles?

Yes, the well known bargainer…

There’s a Faustus in every lounge room isn’t there?

You make your entire living out of temptation do you not?

Well that’s something we agree on

There’s a Heaven waiting for everyone with a Visa card 

Even if you buy passports to Hell

But we don’t have debtor’s prisons any more do we?

Places where spendthrifts have to go

More trivia. How do you feel about the moral equity

Of invasive commercials that destroy dramatic tension in films?

You castrate the artistry this way on TV to sell, don’t you?

Is that really in pursuit of the best of all possible worlds?

I take your point:

The means justifies the end

Well there you are

I have got to know you and your modus operandi much better now

Would you care for a drink to complete our celebration?

What about some Absinthe?

There you are. Just a little of the Green Fairy. Nice

And thanks for your card:


I’ll look you up next time my ship comes in

Cowboys And Indians

I was a hero once

A man of the saddle

Infinitely calm in a crisis

Twirling my six-shooter revolver

In defiance of the Indians

Who surrounded me in pursuit of my scalp

My friend Arthur was one of those dangerous foes

He had a lovely feathery headdress

A Christmas present from his Auntie Jane

He would creep up on me as an Apache from time to time

In the bush near where we lived

But I was always ready for him

Too alert by far

A great survivor like Hopalong Cassidy

Or Roy Rogers

My heroes from the Saturday matinees

I must admit however

Occasionally he would get me

Creeping up behind me with his rubber Indian axe

He was no match for me with his bow and arrow though

Now I have grown up

In fact I am very grown up

An octogenarian

Arthur is long dead

So we no longer play together

Instead I read a lot

And American history is one of my favourite subjects

I go for a walk in the bush still these days

Unafraid of Indians

But I wonder why I was taught fear of them by all those movies

Was there a racist agenda in all those screenplays?

I do not know but perhaps there was

I learn too about all the beautiful land those indigenous victims lost

Yes, maybe Arthur and I should have acted out the Little Bighorn

With Arthur as Crazy Horse, Chief Gall or Sitting Bull

And me George Armstrong Custer, the man with the red right hand

One Kind Word

Life is hard for a failure

One who never manages to succeed

With even the simplest challenges of life

Poverty ruled my childhood

My father couldn’t afford Christmas presents

So he made me wheelbarrows and cricket bats

Using surplus timber from building sites

Where he worked as a labourer

My school outcomes were poor

Somehow I didn’t understand

The nature of classroom interaction

It was all too confusing for me

My first job was with Woolworths

But I got the sack

Because I went to my grandfather’s funeral on a busy day

Had several other jobs but couldn’t find contentment

I was a garbage man for a while

Not a high status role

But you have to eat and the exercise carrying the bins was good

Then came the change

The baby boom after World War II

Left my country’s schools in dire need

Classes were big because teachers were few

A massive recruitment drive followed

That was why I found myself

At an interview one significant afternoon

The inquisitor was gentle with me, looking for new teachers

He smiled often

And seemed to understand my desperate desire

To belong to my society

Many questions and answers followed

Then eventually, came one kind word:


So I became a teacher

And did well in those first years especially – loved the work

Among other reasons because I truly understood how it feels to fail

To Err Is Inhuman

So you have made a mistake

Stuffed up completely as the hoi polloi would put it

Bungled, fumbled, miscalculated, lapsed

Until the structure of your world has collapsed

But you won’t admit a thing

You point instead to the counterfeit progress you have made

With sham progressivism

Giving the market the same importance as people’s health

The sirens of untruth

Trumpet your name in the blimpish media

You, the proclaimed angel of profit 

Who guides us away from so called loss and suffering

So they say

Yet in truth all you promote is success for your powerful friends

Heed this then

O painter of deceptive self-portraits

Life stories not based on truth are doomed to slip slide away

To fade into oblivion


So even if you cover your deceptive tracks

Speak about fantasies of achievement 

Divert attention from the truth with platitudes that sound good


For history will uncover reality 


With judgements drawn from true evidence revealed by the ages

Thus it follows as day the night since time began,

The truth will in the end reach out to every man

That is why your period in office will end with a loss of friends

Your name will fade from minds near and far

Perhaps for that reason I’ve already forgotten who you are


Blithering is an utterance I have often heard

Compellingly placed beside idiots

When asked to act decisively

The idiot merely fidgets

Today there’s a word these dullards regard as decidedly obscene:

They run away and hide their heads 

At the mention of a vaccine

Brainwashed they proclaim with stark impunity

Their right in freedom’s name, to kill themselves and others

By completely refusing immunity

So the virus rages and the death toll rises

As dullards stage a procession

They demonstrate in their ill-informed way

Inspired by a halfwit’s obsession: 

Masks don’t work; lockdowns are a lurk

With the virus one of a villain’s schemes

But O my, things are so different

When you believe in science

Therefore awaken poor fools, expunge your nightmare

And may new found truth enter your dreams

If you throw away your life expectancy

Nothing more can be said

The wise will survive and remain alive

While the others will soon be dead

But wait

In my quest for peace, more wisdom I require

Those who err and meet dismay

Need my pity not my ire

Passion should become compassion

So here’s to reform ere this poem ends

As there is yet time to make amends


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