Call it bliss

Call it a whistle
That feeling that almost makes it´s way into sound
That makes the swirling stomach go round

Call it the gut feeling of something good
Feel it midweek disabling the blues
Feeling more the wish and less the should
up through the body from inside the shoes

Call it a skip in your step
out of subway tunnels on to sunlit central city streets
Call it a fine boiling in your depths
The inner essence of you from head to feet

Call it harnessing the energy, that lasts
To wallow in it as if it were a bath
When you know your route clearly, you´ve a spiritual mast
Attending to the dramas of yourself and your other half

 Call it till it comes
and call it into being
Life astonishes us
with it´s bliss in busyness  

Turn the Paige

Counting each day until you turn three
You, sunshine in the summer every little movement
every plant, insect and tree
Every day Paige, every hour, every moment
Life's short you see

Sadly I'm not there to hear your chuckle
Or give you my hand, or a love felt cuddle
Turn around in the garden, there maybe a glimpse of me
For part of my spirit exists inbetween the leaves

I know if I wish you a happy birthday, my friend luck will
All my best wishes floating to you like a bubble
from where I am, over seas we can't swim
Imagine anyway, I've my made myself thin

So I can fit into these words as they make their way into your ears
Let me give you a thousand smiles and zero tears
Over the westerly fields as the Easter bunny spreads chocolate cheer
You, summer sunshine niece, lose nothing but fear

Even in the autumn as you swim your life's water
be blessed as you turn the Paige, Luke's second daughter

Politically impaired

Who is playing after the crucifixion
Who´s going to be on the field after the quick fix
Oh I love a good hanging, wring the scape goats neck
Crooked politicians will be able to get back to business instead of doing time
as soon as you oust the first woman president for their crimes

Who will be playing after the execution?
Who? Santos and Switzerland oh this is the best!
mummies boy and the foreign investor
we´ve conveniently forgotten their messes

I´d just like to pat them on the back for their courage and gumption
Takes guts to blame a woman with power for a world crisis and multi billion dollar corruption
Takes brains to distract a nation, embeezle it´s financial resources and blame the naiive beaver
Then get her impeached while few try to reach for that ficha suja of yours you leaches.

Applause to you good sirs who have held the country back a hundred years
socially, economically, technologically selling religion football and underwear
And they still buy it like it was new and fresh they don´t care
Overloaded trains and water restrictions have no fear
You´ve tamed a submissive population, one indeed politically impaired

lab time

The official lab poem (just for fun)

Keep your ear on the phone
Listen for word stress and voice tone
Hear each word as around the booths you roam
Correct politely even when students groan
Smile even when their frown is showing
Lab teacher- You are not alone!

Encourage students to repeat and ask what it means!
As they read from situations all over the screen
Their eyes darting to record each line,
To speak their sentence just in time

So much new English echoing in their minds
Their tongues wrap around each word they find
Over time and in their mouths words start to glue it seems
In pursuit of that prize possession we all call fluency


Lab teacher- Notice their obvious signs of frustration
each one a step toward good pronunciation
each improvement a piece of proof
not a second is wasted
working at the booth!

The predictable pain of a journey

You are right I cracked the road
an overgrown horse right overloaded

Crack is spreading up toward the town yonder
Where the world points and cheers that is where I must wonder

Wearily the road hard and abrasive bet
not a blade of grass or drop of wet

And on move I continuing toward the chaos
entering it with momentum like a tycoon through strippers

Across the town like a monsoon drifting
straight into their taverns and up against their shopfront windows
gasping for a breath of fresh culture

Human cattle on the line

Stuffed into the wagons
we the human cattle
good for this unstable economy
pushing into and out of stations like mince meat
through the grinder

We the human cattle
not complaining
opinions well diluted
by the high contente of apathy

Forcing ourselves into the crowds
The elderly suffocating
hands going where they don´t belong
and epidemics spreading 1000 times faster

Unquestioning human cattle
useful person power
zero opinion, zero reflection
temporary pain and suffering
and then they are off, back to dreams about soap operas and football

My day dream is Maira

She is not plain
Though I get home she's tired and tame
After these fast hours of work who could blame her
So I go to bed as well to dream of her on display

The softness of her skin
a touch so innocent
Thoughts of her are all sent
the ones that cook up day dreams plenty

Why do few hours pass before I miss
before I again hunger to kiss
to feel her in that arrival hug
To see her simple gesture, a nod, a smile, a shrug

Why does all that matter to a man such as I
Is it all just fussiness that falls short of defining
me
Somewhere in her heart are glimpses of that guy
The one that sums me up from the hemispheres of
 laugh and cry

The day wears on
often so do dreams, shining till they've shone
desires that seem to appear
no notice, reminding us of how we care

My day dream is Maira
Every imagining almost acquires
Her rare beauty, her raw love, her fire
I'm her not so secret admirer