There is a pain inside of me

And that is not what I like to admit

We go about life ignoring the bad

Someone else is in charge

Someone else will fix it

Child services


The police

The government

But we lie to ourselves                           

That is not the case

The only thing that cures these ills

Is time or death

And by then it is too late

The cycle perpetuates.

Hands off these little beauties

Hands off these little beauties

I’m rather well endowed.

They used to enjoy just hanging loose

But age has not been kind.

Hands off these little beauties

They do not like being poked and prodded,

The cold gel of ultrasound,

Hands off these little beauties

They’ve done their job quite well

They do not like the look of that

The FNA Needle can go to H***.

Netflix binge

The day starts sunny

But soon degrades

Blue turn white to grey

Wind picks up

Moods descend

Windows close

Doors shut

Trying to stay warm

Distraction does not work

Netflix calls

Ekka Winds

We have a show called the Ekka

It’s in early August each year

The show is fantastic

Full of life and laughter

Showbags, fashion parades,

Wood chops, tent pegging

Over priced goldfish to win

Chickens with plumage on display

Beef cattle and dairy parades

Goats and horses

The Country comes to Town

Arts and crafts

Cakes and bickies

Firemen and strawberry sundaes

Sheep dog trials, Fireworks

And don’t forget the wind

Bitter and cold

Lazy to the extreme

It can’t be bothered to go around.

The bloody wind goes through you.

Trust the Math

Trust the math

Trust the process

2 + 2 = 4

Trust the math

Trust the process

It’s a lack of trust

That cause people to fail.

Trust the math

Trust the process


It always does

It always will

Yet people do not trust.

Parent teacher interviews

The cold seeps in

It starts with my toes

Sockettes and leather pumps

Not sufficient foot clothes

The legs are next to go

Clad in blue jeans

I need a walk to warm up

But there are parents to be seen

If I cannot move soon

No jumper is going to work

My fingers stiff and frozen

I am going to go berserk

Parent Student teacher interviews

In winter, why are these things scheduled

The last parent gone, I bid adieu


There is a chain that is unbroken

That we struggle, all of us, to break

The links are thick and solid

Our only tool – the word

They tell us that the word

Is mightier than the sword

And I guess if we chip long enough

A divot is all it may take

A weakness in the chain

That we can exploit with words

But most it seems quite hopeless

A daunting task at best

At worst the task Mt Everest,

K2 and a covid

And then a ray of sunshine

Lights up that long ago dent

And a chain is shattered

Poverty is won against.

Never forgotten

“Gone but not forgotten”

Such an annoying phrase

Anyone who has ever lost

Goes through it again and again.

Of course you are not forgotten

Remembered every day

Unsuspecting memories cause

Such a lot of pain.

You go to make a phone call

And remember they’re not there

You want to share something funny

You need advice, a sounding board

And if the pain does not hit

Bone deep sadness does when

You remember who you need

Has gone. 

Never forgotten.

Photo by S. Coultis

Life never froze

I find treasures buried deep

In old boxes – once neat

Laughter, joy and lots of tears

As the end stage of life nears

Why do we collect memories

On objects that last centuries

Someone one day must dispose

Of belongings – of a life that never froze

Hidden pain

I had a student the other day

One look and I knew his pain

It was hidden in what he did not say

He did not greet me normally

Yet laugh loud with his friends

A loud obnoxious tra-de-lee

He entered class with excess vigor

Swore a lot

But showed no academic rigor

As a class clown he was quite funny

However I knew his clowning hid

That his life was far from sunny