The Howard Is A Nasty Beast

The Howard is a nasty beast
There's quite a few around
In England and Australia
There's two now to be found.

Their habitat is politics
And they're decidedly right wing
Some say that they’re just throw backs
Not evolved from anything.

They mix sport with religion
And have very dowdy wives
They preach wealth and greed and selfishness
And put the greater good aside.

One day i'm sure they'll die out
Though not soon enough for me
For the Howard's are resilient
And eat Socialists for tea.

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Christmas Memories

So can you hear those softest sounds from out the snow filled sky
A jingling and as a jangling as Santa’s sleigh glides by?
So can you hear feel those joyous sounds as day replaces night
A present here a present there and children’s eyes so bright?
So do you think at Christmas time of when you were a child
When magic and your simple faith had your whole soul beguiled?
So when your children have grown up or maybe moved away
We should all rejoice with memories of those entrancing days.

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Did He Have A Passport?

There's a recent book that's just come out
'Bout Jesus by a Hindu
It's a really interesting read
But - if you think like I do -
It raises far more questions than
The few that it can answer
Like if Jesus went abroad
How did he get a passport?
Imagine him signing the forms
And coming to the section
Where it asks you who your father is
And his job or his profession
Now it seems that Jesus did spend time
With sub-continental gurus
So if his passport we could find
His-story would be full proved.

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As I Grow Older

As I grow older I can see
Some things with greater clarity
As I grow greyer day by day
There’s some things that won’t go away
The aches and pains where once were none
The reading glasses I put on
But there’s one point I’d like to make
Not for my own but others’ sake
And that this ageing’s no surprise
We’re born for one thing – that’s to die
So as I feel my time run out
There’s something in me wants to shout
For what a life! For all I’ve seen!
I thank you Lord for having been.

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The Dying Had Begun

I didn’t think there’d be no fishes
Never thought there’d be no birds
No people on the highways
And no barking dogs were heard.

All this felt cold and distant
It was my universe sucked dry
The stars fixed in the heavens
And no blueness in the sky.

The saints they had all warned us
But we’d discounted what they’d said
We’d killed what was most needed
And very soon would kiss the dead.

The earth seemed dark beside me
No light from any sun
No wind, no tides, no moonshine
The dying had begun.

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Fate and Conscience

In one corner sat my conscience
In the other stood my fate
My conscience it called out to me
Asking to negotiate
But fate refused to listen
And I lay right there between
The nagging of my conscience
And the seductiveness of dreams
When fate began to listen
And conscience ceased to rail
Against all of my weaknesses
Asssuming I would fail
Then peace fell full amongst us
And these players took their place
As artefacts of reason - not fundamental to the soul
And I stood tall amongst them
And finally felt whole.

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A White Australia

They had a clear policy
For letting people stay
If your face was white you fitted
If not then sent away.

They included on their census
Cattle, sheep and goats
They excluded Aborigines
As incidental folks.

It was a white Australia
An Australia so pure
It's rarely talked about these days
It's seen as immature.

But white Australia lives on
Think of all those refugees
For they are held behind barbed wire
As dangerous detainees.

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I can only see you

In the night I’d swear you’d kissed me
And told you how much you’d missed me
As you lay beside me sleeping in the night.

Now the bed it feels cold and empty
So I’ll blow a kiss so gently
It won’t stir you when you’re sleeping in your night.

But as the shadows darkly lengthen
From the time when we were as one
I’ll see you clearly
When my eyes are both shut tight.

As the space between us strengthens
As life’s passing greatly quickens
I’ll just say how much I loved you
And await our secret meetings in the night.

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if You Think I'm Crazy

If you think i'm crazy
You should meet my friend
When my madness it is over
She continues to the end
I stand there open speechless
And wondering at times
Whether it is me or she or it
Who have lost their minds
If you think i'm crazy
Then i'd ask you for a while
To put false dreams behind you
And take the time to smile
For if you think i'm crazy
Then there's only one thing left
To reassure your sanity
And always always let
The providence of madness
Strike deep inside your core
For in a mad mad mad mad world
Who could want for more?

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Box In The Corner

There's a box beside the corner
just by the entrance door
that's marked only for my eyes you see
just me and no-one more
it's a box that holds its secrets well
it's a box that tells no tales
it's a box that's with strong tape tied up
and with its lid closed tight with nails
it's a strange box that you'll find there
you'll wonder why i guard it so?
and if you ever look inside
no further meanings will you know
it's the box that's stamped for me alone
it's the box where i am me
and if you ever break this box
then i never will be free.

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