I taught thee of love and other things
More unto the deportment of thous’t
Did I not o’er hot coals go for thee?
My Lady love
Call it love if you will I am deserved
Am I not of it?
Your discontentment with an honest gent
Is as though thou hast not loved
Anyone but me
If this be so then our love is at death’s door
And destiny is reached with angst
But not without love

I spotted you across the street,
But dared not look your way,
Cos’ my dog didn’t please you,
When he wet your leg that day.

You tried to feed him a steak,
Laced with arsenic I believe,
You chucked it over our six foot fence,
Luckily, he never could retrieve.

He hates you and that soft top,
That you drive past our gate,
And we see you peepin’ in,
Hoping it’s that very steak he ate.

And whilst he woofs you off to work,
He gets a real bloody itch,
And just can’t wait to jump the fence,
And love your pedigree bitch.

You called my mate a mongrel,
And ugly as well,
Dared to point your shotgun,
At my dog, your dog from hell.

But I can now hear the yappin’,
And the scratchin’ on the fence,
Of eight little mongrel puppies,
And justice sure makes sense.

He looks around wondering,
How big is this place?
Te Puke, Auckland, God only knows,
He prefers a snails pace.
His Mother crossed the ocean,
Many years ago,
And of all the crazy things in life,
Married a dude called Paolo.
He was expecting a small town,
Where, perhaps he could reside,
Take photographs,
Maybe in time, find a beautiful bride.
But all has turned to tragedy,
For the challenge appears to great,
That a top Kiwi policeman,
In Melbourne would find a mate.
Too big for me he declared,
Small city man that’s me,
From one side of Melbourne to the other,
Is a trip by air or sea?
Impressed by the city nightlights,
His shutter answered the call,
And at least one thing about Melbourne,
Allowed him to have a ball.
And he took a tour in the country,
Via a very famous beach,
But Port Campbell and the Twelve Apostles,
Was the ultimate destination to reach?
With Paolo as his chauffeur,
And Mother dear as the guide,
This top Kiwi policeman,
Fancied something else to ride.
He had to use that camera,
A Minolta pretty fair,
But he reckoned everything would look better,
If taken from high in the air.
So with the magic of his dream,
And a wonderful credit card,
He took off in a chopper,
With his mother and the Bard.

A government man you say you are,
And you’ll audit my tax you decree,
Where have I obtained my money?
I detect a bonnet containing a bee.

The Ferrari in the drive you ask,
Does it belong to me?
May I suggest that your strange notion,
Clearly affects your ability to see.

And you ask about the boat,
That stretches from fence to fence,
With an income like mine,
You suggest it doesn’t make much sense.

The house you say as an estimate,
Is bigger than the Eiffel Tower,
And you wonder how I can afford it,
Earning just ten bucks fifty per hour.

Then I explained my fortune,
That from a lottery ticket bode,
And you took another glance around,
Suggesting the result was a record load.

Finally you surveyed the acreage,
Covered in multiple houses hot,
And showed a distinct lack of humour,
Over a little thing called pot.

Jump stones
Dodge bending fronds
Scented flower stems
Like magic wands

Hear birds atop
Whistle tunes
Wildflowers
Such magic blooms

Smell fresh air
Perfect aroma
Greatest peace
I’m a wanton loner

Dew glistens
Branches sway
All scents
Come my way

Dripping dew
And fungi towns
Lichen cover
Like Coloured gowns

Ferns so tall
And blackboy power
Australian rain forest
At every hour

Shall I compare thy destiny?
On a road to nowhere,
What purpose your travels purvey,
Above all, what purpose fair?

Impediments of beautiful youth,
How do you explain?
Thou art not dead-ending,
Leaves a father in such pain.

Always our friendship strong remains,
I Merit thy son in me,
I Curse thy father in you,
Live ever young is my plea.

Our bond firmly fix’d,
Deny thy father’s sentiment,
My love hath been lacking,
But deficient not by intent.

You beckon brighter than all stars,
Of all earth’s greatest joy,
O, beware my love hath sprung,
Fear no more my favourite boy.

Fifty thousand years ago,
And we are Aranda,
Australia bound,
With the Bidjandjadjara,
Gurindji, Gunwinggu, and Kamilaroi,
Follow me,
And join Wailbri, Wurora, and Yir-yoront,
With Tiwi we cross the sea,
We are Aborigine.

Behold! Phil la magnificenta,
Who could, the real Bard, try to tame,
And rival thy Great Paolo,
With a brain and claim to fame.

But would thee’ Great Paolo,
Of such a matter, suffer thy stress,
Fear thee not O’ sweet supporters,
Phil la magnificenta must confess.

Troubadour of thy written word,
Where no man risketh’ same,
The Great Paolo leadeth’ well,
Phil la magnificenta oh! What shame.

Thy challenge ahead awaits thee,
My beloved flesh and blood,
Your reserves I hope cometh,
Save thy litary flood.

Hope lyeth’ in yonder dream,
And forever wake thy same,
That Paolo is to perfect ware.
Of Brains and claim to fame.

I love you dearly big sister,
But what is it I can do,
Except let you know I’m here,
As I’ve alway’s been for you.

I hope your sisters remember,
When you were always there,
Irrespective of their dilemma,
All you did was care.

I know us men often fail,
When it comes to lending ears,
But just for you big sister,
I’m rid of all my fears.

You are an inspiration to me.
Never mind your plight,
And nothing changes because of it,
This brother backs your fight.

Go and get now what it is,
All the things that you esteem
And pursue all the things you love,
Come on live your dream.

Worry not about what family say,
There are glass houses all around,
No stones will shatter truth,
Your leaving’s very sound.

Care not that a man is my friend,
Be it for many a long year,
But you are my dearest sister,
To lose you would be my fear.

You have finally faced your demon,
Your courage I commend ,
I love you dear sister,
Your heart I’ll help to mend.

My thanks to all of you,
As you would like it,
Noble in reason, sure,
Without thought of merit.

No trust relative, wherefore,
There’s the challenge, stars
Nothing like a visitor,
Why wouldst thou be from mars?

ET unto stranger things,
Phenomenon on earth,
Just busking in Melbourne,
For all it may be worth.

Hours upon thy stage,
Dollars in my hat,
Sometimes just the simple life,
Is strangely where I’m at?