Wednesday, June 24, 2015

The Final Minute

The Final Minute

Minutes go by, some go fast
Some disappear while others last
One minute I was just standing there
The next minute suddenly there was a flare

I was grabbed hard round the throat
A refugee that arrived here by boat
He’s killed before in another land
I thought “I will not die, not by your hand”

I struck out fast and I struck out hard
Life had dealt me that sudden card
I hit him back I was not a wreck
He was shocked my hands upon his neck

That’s when I our eyes deeply met
All I could see was cold with no regret
What happened next was up to me
We stared like that for an eternity

I held onto him and he held onto me
I pushed him back my hands broke free
In that moment I thought, “I will not die”
I was ready to rise with my head held high

Then I saw the door and another way out
It was one I had not yet thought about
I saw my friend and the look on her face
I went next to her; in safety I took my place

Then emotions came and stole my voice
I knew I had made the very best choice
For in that moment I thought, “Fuck you jack”
I won’t lie down I will fight back

Then I remembered what some one had said
And knew I was alive and I wasn’t dead
His actions thought they happened to me
Sanity prevails and you never take it personally

All that happened in thirty second or less
My longest minute my toughest test
All the thoughts of Irene being left alone
Of her heart break answering that phone

My Son getting married my daughter giving birth
The things that matter most to me here on earth
No one at work ever deserves to die
 I thought of the Anzacs and I started to cry

I needed to run to hide just to get some fresh air
I didn’t know what I wanted, just not to be there
Now that’s its over and I can replay it in my mind
I’m still alive and that’s pretty fuckin fine.

 13/02/2012 Copyright TM No. 1028534

Love is

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be liar;
But never doubt I love.
William Shakespeare.

What is love.
Love is so many things
It’s a bit hard to nail it down
Some people they love spiders
Others fear a simple clown

Love can be same sex couples
Can be a man and his dog
Love can bring bitterness
Can be getting down in the bog

Love is something different
To everybody in this room
People can love their king
And put him in a tomb

Mac has loved Joyce
For more that sixty years
I’m sure some times that love
Has brought them both to tears

Love is understanding
Don’t let little things get in the way
Sorry is five little letters
You should never find hard to say

Love is what you give your children
It’s what they should give back
It’s supporting your partner
With some thing that they lack

Love is what I try to give
To brighten up my day
Because I sure feel special
When loves comes to stay.


Copyright 1028534 Poetry in Paradise 21/12/14.

My Grandson. To Michael. Written By Yvonne Carmel Young nee Fitzpatrick 1986

Gd
         Grandson: This dear little boy,
          Has left my heart with a light
          It happened in April on an Easter night
          He came into this wonderful big wide world
          This little naked body, with lovely black curls
          And as he enters a new generation is here
          My eyes filling up, with joyful tears
          How his life has affected mine
          And my love and his are all intertwined
          For he is my grandson, and I am his nan
          And this beautiful friendship now has begun
          And as they place him into my arms
          I know I will do my utmost to keep him from harm
          To be the first grandchild
          Is extra special you know
          This beautiful baby perfect from head to toe
          And as he turns the light on in my heart
          This gives our lives together a wonderful start
          How proud I am of my little man
          As his grandmother holds his brand new hand. 
Yv

Soul Mates

For you, my darling.

I remember the first time I saw your lovely face
I was doing homework alone in my tiny little place
I was searching around for a new motorbike
I found something different that I would really like

When we met I fell in love with your pretty face
Your smile your beauty and your delicate grace
Love at first sight is what we found on that day
Our hearts knew before us we were on our way

I never dreamt I would meet someone like you
I love that way you make me feel all brand new
I would do anything for you that you ask of me
Right here beside you is where will forever to be


I cried when you said you that would marry me
I knew for sure then that we would always be
You smiled so beautiful with my ring on your finger
I wanted that moment in time to linger and linger

When you’re not here I miss your smile so much
It’s so hard to sleep at night without your touch
I need your love right here deep inside my heart
I feel that our souls are united and will never part

We are building a life where we share everything
We feel that joy everyday that happiness can bring
I love waking up with you all warm right by my side
I look forward to the morning you wake as my bride

You’ve become part of my family and I of yours
We will help each other to open many new doors
I’ve come to love your daughters they way they shine
I know you also share your love for me with mine

So happy anniversary to us my one true love
I hope that we are blessed from the one up above
Here’s to our future with many more love filled years
I’ll always be here beside you to wipe away your tears


  11/05/2015

Tribute to Banjo

As lie at rest the rewrite 
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover
I am thinking all that Banjo has done
I wonder of the world he knew back then
No polluted view of the setting sun
I pondered his thoughts, as he was dying
His son eagerly his name supplying?
For one more drink was he right then crying?
Or did he know then that his last had come


Did his ol’ mates fill his thoughts ones like Lawson
Did he ponder seeing Harry Morant
Would Brady, Gilmore or Dorathea
Place on his coffin the bud of a plant
Did he dream of the bush and of Clancy
Was swapping places, his final fancy
About dying was he feeling ansi
Was Waltzing Matilda a distant chant

Who would he see waiting up there to meet him
Saltbush Bill be standing there at the gate
Is The Man from Ironbark still bleeding
Would Magninnis want to question his fate
Will the black swans fly out from the sunrise
Would the lucerne flats offer him their prize 
The old man offer, regret in reprise
From the Cooper did Clancy make the date


To camp by the billabong outside heaven
It is a future he has long well earned
He’ll be spending his days with the swagman
A splendid reward for all he has learned
Reliving good old Australian ways 
All the warm nights and nice long sunny days
At Dead Mans creek he could sit back and laze

With the cashbook and the journal well burned

Copyright Poetry in Paradise ™ 1028534