ANZAC

It was well before dawn, and they'd been up hours already.
Almost certainly it was cold, and probably wet.
They knew that they might not survive the day,
but they didn't complain.
Most of us didn't even know them, yet they fought for us.
Willing to make the ultimate sacrifice.

When we complain of the early hour, we should remember them.
When we complain it is cold and wet, we should remember them.
When we lack courage to face the day, we should remember them.
Whenever we see the need to complain we should remember them.
Without the bravery of ANZAC, life here would not be the same.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning: we will remember them!

An Odd World

A kid 'wags' school, so we suspend them,
A car parked illegally gets wheel clamps,
Is there a touch of irony?
Do we stop people by forcing them to continue?
Should convicted thieves be locked inside banks?
It is a strange old world!!

Pesky 'Pies

Wandering to the bus, thinking about things,
Suddenly startled by a flapping of wings,
Instinctively, I turn and duck,
Startled, thinking, "What the fuck?"

It flies away, I wander on,
Not too much care for where it's gone,
Then suddenly it swoops once more,
Again I dive to hit the floor.

So cautious now, I watch him sit,
On wires above (the little shit),
I glance at him, just now and then,
But suddenly, he strikes again!

I reach the stop, and find a tree,
But even so, he swoops at me,
This bugger's viscous, there's no doubt,
I wonder what he's angry about?

Another day, another swoop,
I'll have to walk a wider loop,
And find a stop that's not near him,
(the longer walk might help me slim).

Along that road I walk in fright,
My eyes are dating left and right,
I jump at any birdie sound,
There's laughs and songs from all around.

It may be dumb to fret so much,
The bird has never made a touch,
The wings so near are startling, though,
I can't wait for that bird to go!

Incident

I don't know quite the hist'ry,
Of how it all began,
The details are a myst'ry,
About a funny man.

Perhaps I got the details wrong,
Maybe it was a broad,
Well either way, it wasn't long,
Before they found the fraud.

Or then again, that wasn't it,
You know, I don't recall,
And now I think a little bit,
That wasn't it at all.

To tell the truth, nothing occurred,
There wasn't any fuss,
There's nothing in the stuff you heard,
It didn't happen thus.

Animals

Monkeys are such funny creatures,
Animals with Human Features,
Eat bananas every day,
Little rest and lots of play.

Other animals are wierdo's too,
We only need to check the zoo,
A tiger: orange, fairly bright,
Yet stripes that hide him in the light.

The penguins like the weather cool,
Yet spend their days around the pool,
And in the cold they'll swim and fish,
To serve up tea or some old dish.

An Emu, tall, long neck and legs,
Yet balanced on those long thin pegs,
A mop that waddles here and there,
Around place without a care.

Koalas are quite lazy sods,
Stuffed full of plenty Gum-Leaf wads,
Hanging strongly to the trunk,
The Eucalypt has made them drunk.

An otter: playful, lazy so it seems,
She lies back, floating up the streams,
A sudden dive to look for treats,
Then back to all the lazy beats.

And then there's bats, such strange old things,
Like hamsters who have found some wings,
The wrong way up they find some rest,
The roof of caves would seem the best.

There goes a mouse, a little pest,
He's out to find the food that's best,
A startled dart - there goes a cat,
We're out of there - 2 seconds flat!

And others, too, their also strange,
A rooster, possum.... such a range,
All have evolved for different things,
With beaks, and claws and sometimes wings.

Eating, Computing

Spam,
Open Source,
Byte

or is it:
Spam,
Open Sauce,
Bite!

Take a break, clear you Desktop:
Cookies, Easter Eggs and Java.
Cables for Cereal with blackberries,
and cores inside.
Hash, washed down with TAB.
Have a carat, with the letters...
Good for the colon.

What to say, it's all a dog's breakfast!

Evil Cold

Sorry to do another 'It's cold' one, but it is....

All rugged up, I leave home into the dark coldness - cold but not horrible.
Jacket, beanie and scarf warm my torso, but my thin pants brush against goosebumps.
Ice crystals cover everything, making even the letterbox look cold.
The clear sky opens, almost forgetfully allowing the cold to settle on the earth.
With each step, the grass beside my path shimmers and sparkles.
Cars look like convertibles with white roofs, and translucent windows.
Smokers brave the cold, and as I look around, most of the houses smoke too.
I guess how far cars have driven by the layers of ice still covering them.
Off the path toward the road, and the slippery grass crunches softly underfoot.
The normal early plane overhead is missing - perhaps delayed by ice.
A hint of warmth in the light appearing in the east, when will it arrive?
Much fewer walkers than normal, no dogs today, but rugged up fitness fanatics.
An itch on the back of my neck is inaccessible through my scarf.
My pocket turns to ice in the brief moment I remove my hand.
Reaching the bus stop means standing still, and the cold hits harder.
Joints numbing, freezing now that movement has ceased.
The sound of an engine in the distance has all of us at the stop glancing up the road eagerly.
Finally the bus, and we huddle aboard into the warmth.
The sky brightens, and coupled with the heater on the bus gives the sense that a warm day comes!
But still I'm greeted with a blast of cold as I alight in the city, the warmth all an illusion.