RW Intrudes

Not really just wanted to sing a tune.


Here comes Santa Claus
wearing his board shorts, Bonds singlet and thongs.
Six white boomers pulling a ute with skis.
Sweating his fat away.

The kids wake too early
their feeling surly
wrappings fly, tears and shreaks of joy,
cussing abounds.
Where's this or wheres that?

Oh tidings of comfort and Joy
the shiela's have their bowls of
Bitchy this early morn
the fella's woken with a early morning horn
oh tidings of comfort and Joy

Another warm Christmas planned
Beer, Icecream puddings, the great aussie wave.
How about sharing in a Aussie Christmas day.
Piled into the old or new holden
depends on the fortune.

We travel or others come to us
Kath n Kim wanna be's
air's and graces put on
Oh lord did we put our faces on.

Out the back we all gather
to yak and natter
the flies are biting
the BBQ's fuming
the beers a flowing

Blow ins drop by
spirits are high
Spirits are flowing
we all sing Aussie, Aussie Oi Oi Oi

Frustrations of weeks prior
cool then bubble
oh lordy there's goin to be trouble

Here comes Santa
wearing his board shorts, Bonds singlet and thongs.
Six white boomers pulling a ute with skis
Sweating his fat away.



Yeah I admit I was in a silly mood. I can't carry a tune for the life of me, but it was fun to write.

In the head

In the head
there is a space ship,
a mythical place
full of mystery, myrth and
disgrace.

Could there be that
prized, prize the pulitzer!
Or could be imagination
taking hold.

Close your eyes
let your mind wander free
is there a entirely new species of
bird hiding in there?
Or could it be a bumble bee?
No, no I know its a dragons lair!

Of course there’s a river in that place
it carries the wild imagination
all over the place.
Running through its currents
look see there
its the multiplication tables.
Or is it anti matter from outer space?

There is a lot crammed into the space
the head. Its full of promise and once
referred to as a sponge, now we all
know that so many people have
great things happen in their heads.

© Fi/ND/Botr 2006

I am alone

I am alone
Married & a Single mum
The house is empty
Yet it breathes
A soft rumbling
Someone snoring

Children calling down
The street,
They sound happy
Warming their skins

I sit alone
And think
Dark grass burning
Beside my hand,
Dressed in dark interesting colours
Avoiding the sunlight hours.

Watching obliquely
As others act
I’m refraining
Invisible
Called efficient
Uneasy, in these garments.

Personal, choices to be had
I am a Single Mum that is Married.


Fi/ND 2007-02-06

Insanity Streak

Insanity streak
sitting talking to myself
laughing out loud
for no reason at all
walking around and around
looking for something
but nothing at all
A drink to ease a
thirst not present
Staring at the words
on a page
not seeing them at all
voices
talking to me
are they in my head
no not at all
what was that you say

©FI/ND 2005

I'd like to thank and congratulate someone!

http://themaddestman.blogspot.com/ sent me an invite to this site and Gmail. So you all can blame him! :) ;)

This is for James:

The little grenade
he'll soon be a running
he'll soon be exploring

Hide the car keys
Please
You really don't want him drivin

He may sputter
He may spit
But he aint a drip!

The little grenade
will have lots of friends
You'll hear them and feel their marbles

Lying across the floor
legos, matchbox cars,
watch your toes!

Sunflecked weekends
will be his to explore
keeping Mum & Dad at wits ends.

He'll read and you'll be glad
but wait til his Kyles age
and your going to know its not too bad!

Dusk comes
he has grazed
now he's a vaccum bag!

The little grenade
Mad mans son
He'll run amuck

Coiled in loving embrace
when day is done
sighs of relief, not just from Mum.

Findbotr 12/02/07

Buried deep
muffled by weight
a life of rambling/s

Shining excrement
Heaped in a port
keep forgetting

Close it up
no lights shine
inconsequence of headlines

Recurring carnage
tragedy for Grammar police
slipped punctuation

Processionals of authors
ticker taped
all captured as living

Under a barrage
of professional wind breaking
my sails deflate

Breathing a sigh
when so many better
lie breathless in embarrassment

Siesta, writers block
freedom to write as I wish
quaint customs do jump

Bury the work
Bury it deep
fatal courage

Sipped beneath
souls bruised
egos too

Why can't it all be
simplified
and the answers the same

An aching paradox
a wish to be fulfilled
to stand alone

Stand ready
pay it forward
compliment, review

Bury it deep
Bury the work
gone but not forgotten.

Findbotr 12/02/07

Can you hear & see me?

Reassure yourself
I'm there between the trees,
listen to my ramblings,
hear the babbling brook,
conversing like children,
I think you need a better look!

Roaming,
City streets, laneways, hidden pathways,
Mythical beings surround me,
Go on just take a look.
They're too timid to surface,
But come with treats in hand
you may get a look.

In a flash
be kind to me, comfort me,
Break the news gently,
see the logic cross my brow,
like an evil shadow.
Secular tears flow
with the rains as I take my bow.

Findbotr 12/02/07