Rhyming Ways

Release The Beast

This 1 is brand new, my latest offering hot off the writing pad.


Release the beast


Have just been released

From the big house

From the bus

From the van


Released with the pain

From the pound

From the yard

From the cage


Released on good behaviour

From the jail

From the prison

From the block


Released into the community

Out to wreak

Out to ravage

Out to rampage


Released on parole

Can do what i want

Can do what i feel

Can do what i desire


Released - No need for control

In this chaos

In the carnage

In the confusion


Released to a new hell

To tear you apart

To tear you a hole

To tear you a new one


To release the beast

Is to unleash the animal

To unleash the beast

Is to release the animal

Bad Aussee in Austria Reposted here..

Hi All, Welcome to my new Poets Corner Page... in addition to The Blog I thought you might like a separate place to read some of my poetry.  Some of these will be reposts from the blog entries and some will be completely new to you.  So, Stay Tuned... heres the first from a recent blog post... hope you like it as much as i do.. there's many more to come....


Bad Aussee in Austria


A town we found,

A little spot on the map.

So, the jokes went around,

There was so much to tap.


Heaps of tall stories followed,

Hoop snakes, drop-bears abound.

So, watch you don’t get swallowed,

Its just those Bad Aussies making sound.


We were hitting the ‘frog and toad’,

On a European vacation.

Aussies and others by the busload,

Keeping up our jocular reputation.


Up went the shout,

“Aussie Aussie Aussie, Oi Oi Oi!”

Its not the behaviour of a single lout,

But a tour group filled with joy.


We went from teaching others “G’day Mate!”

To making roles for ourselves and a motto.

It’s amazing what Aussies can create,

Even when we’re far from blotto.

Society At War

Here is one you haven't seen before...  I wrote this one a while back as commentary on some news items, i think you will get the picture i'm trying to paint.


Society at war

For those who believe in Nothing,
Will see Something as a threat.
For those that believe in Something,
Will see that Nothing is spared.

Wars will be waged and people will fight,
Even with so much loss of life.
In places where there's no light,
People will find a cause.

It may be wrong and it may hurt,
But it won't stop them from trying.
Be afraid, be alarmed and be alert,
Watch out for those with a cross to bear.

The only way forward is with education,
But no 'school of hard knocks' required.
The mass propaganda at every station,
Has to terminate somewhere.

Travel Advice

Given that one of my interests is travelling and another is modern history, i have merged these in this poem.  It all started with a t-shirt 'Visit LA - It's A Riot' with a colourful screenprint drawing of the LA Riots.



Visit LA - it’s a riot!

For years now, the crowds been quiet.


Visit New York - bring down the towers!

Message from the extremists but no-one cowers.


Visit Madrid - its off the rails!

The devils in the details.


Visit London - have a blast!

A moment of playback from the past.


Visit Bali - feel the power!

More than the food will turn sour.

At War with the ANZACs

Quite a timely post given that it is another ANZAC Day coming up. I guess you could take this one a couple of ways depending on your POV (Point Of View).


You started out as a young soldier

Its all in the way they mould ya

You thought they were just playing games

Now you know they had specific aims.


They say you are just enforcing the law

But really, you were at war

It all started with basic training

Now you’re into killing and maiming.


It used to be all black and white

And the line was held so tight

But the tiger has become toothless

Now you’re just incredibly ruthless.


For all the blasts, blood and gore

Around every corner brings you more

All the while throwing grenades and setting C4

Now you’re treating it all like a chore.


There will be no peace

Even though the firing may cease

The battle might well be won

Now a black cloud blocks the sun.


Other people in uniform

Will march through the perfect storm

They will shake your hand

Now over the ever-shifting sand.


So, what’s with the spirit of ANZAC

And what pray-tell does it lack

Are you going down the right track

Now propaganda is truth and lies in the same pack.


Old people might cry and mourn

While the young people die at dawn

Somehow though a new confidence was born

Now people march to remember the war-torn.

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10.03 | 19:15

I have stood by and watched a with concern and love. I admire the way you have handled yourself and the situation. My love with you. In admiration. Fly

10.03 | 14:07

Well, come back the TOG you old git. We will love you unconditionally there.

Seriously though, this is a good post. I am sorry for your pain mate.

10.03 | 12:26

Spread your wings you dodo, you might be able to fly.

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