Dr. Fell, Somewhere in Brazil

Sometimes

Sometimes things don’t go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don’t fail.
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can’t leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes […]

Too busy to pen my own I present one of my favourites from Thomas Hardy.
To the uninitiated the myth is that all the animals of the field kneel and pray on Christmas Eve, their own midnight mass. 
May you all get the Christmas you deserve.
 
The Oxen by Thomas Hardy
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are […]

 With apologies and acknowledgement to James Blunt.
 
 
I can’t just believe that it’s over 
We were chillin’ down on the sofa 
Thinkin’ how the magic goes 
When you loose someone you know 
Did you write that speech yourself 
Just to give the others hell 
 
Does Kevin have a different take 
Does he seem real and you seem fake 
Does everyone get hypnotised 
By his lies 
 
So long […]

Naturally, I would have like to have posted this on Sunday but Nook is so unreliable that I have posted it today in the hope that it will appear by Sunday! A small tribute of my own with apologies and acknowledgements to John McCrae who crafted the original and Moina Michael who penned the original […]

I’d just like to extend a hearty welcome to any nooksters who have joined recently.  If you enjoy being blindfolded and led into a dark room with no doors and no windows to search for a black cat that isn’t there, well, this is the place for you.

Another Labor pollie finds the competition such
That falling gamely on his sword is really not too much.
He earned the nickname ‘Bomber’ whilst standing by Hawke’s side
Now history will tell his tale; twice bridesmaid, never bride.
From Fremantle to Canberra, obscurity to fame,
Farewell a local boy made good, Kim Beazley is the name.
 
 

 
Sayonara, Shinzo Abe,
Less than one year number one.
Now your rivals (and Osama)
See the rabbit, see it run.
 
One last word before you leave us,
One last glass of Asahi,
One last sushi, one last lotus.
Domo arigato.  Kampai !
 

Farewell to Premier Peter Beattie
Nine years he led the sunshine state
Now he’s gone, and just like Bracksy
We don’t know why, we’ll have to wait.
 
Through floods and parching droughts
Whenever things were grim, sure
You’d see him laugh on Channel 9
Romancing Tracey Grimshaw
 
At fifty-four he’s bowing out,
His thongs replacing polished shoes.
As he hands the con to Anna Bligh,
Lets hope […]

I’m getting a little tired of all the council bashing - no need for names.  After all you, your peers and your neighbours voted these people in to do the work you don’t have time for, can’t afford time for or just can’t be bothered; to make the unpopular decisions and to perform the thankless […]

 
 
 
dark is my mood though the daylight is bright
dark is the gloom, long after the night
dark is the morn when sleep brings no rest
dark is the worm that gnaws at her breast
dark is my sorrow, wailing out loud
dark is my anger, pale is her shroud.