Mano Chichi plot

The master is gone,

Let's show her who rules here.

She's out walking the dog,

Let's lock her out.

It's freezing outside

She'll freeze her backside

In pyjamas and slippers

Mid winter, pure folly

Twitter the Mano chichi.

What will she do, 

Break a window or a door?,

Asks another to the leader

Let's bet on this, comes the answer.

Look, she's trying to open the laundry door,

Can't do, I spelled the lock 

She can twist and shake it

As much as she can

The door will stay closed.

Not for long, mate

She's bringing the ice pick

Who forgot to lock the woodshed?

She's in, too late.

Starting plan B, 

Stop the hot water system.

That'll do the trick

A cold shower in the middle of winter

Makes me shiver just to think of it.

You're really devilish today, master!

Lucette Bailliet 

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Rebel

Oh, my dear aunt

How much I misread you

For you proved to be

Rebel to the last.

You made your peace with the church

Attending mass twice in the last month

But refused to be buried in the faith.

Although you had your plot reserved

Alongside your late husband  

You've refused to be buried 

By his side for eternity

You chose to be cremated instead.

"I want to be free"

Your last cry still 

Reverberates in my mind

I hope Death will bring 

The freedom you so desired

Fulfilling your last wish.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Follow the names

An easy trip to the bush

Is to follow the names

All highly suggestive

Buffalo Swamp Road

Wild Paddock Road

Willow Road

River Road

Punt road

Backwater crescent

Stony Creek 

Sandy Creek

Five mile Creek

Seven creeks

Dead's Man Creek

Violet Town

An interesting story

Do they paint

Of an early colony

Striving to establish itself

In an alien terrain

Beats any High or Main Street

Not to speak of King and Queen 

Found in every town 

Across the country 

In our capital cities.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Repos éternel

La bourrasque est venue

Si brusquement, 

Elle est disparue

Seuls les nuages dispersés

Suivent encore sa trace

Elle est passée 

Dans l'autre monde

Nous sommes restés

Comme perdus

Sans direction

Le vent nous pousse 

Ici et là 

Déjà la vie continue pleine

De ces menus problèmes 

Plus rien ne la dérangera 

Elle est arrivée sauve

Au cœur de la tourmente

Au repos éternel.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Winter Solstice

It is this time of the year,

Shortest cloudy days,

Deep dark shadows,

Longest nights.

Lonely soulful hours

Candle lit,

Flickering flame

In unseen wind,

Instants where words

Become friends or foes

Depending on their mood,

Keeping company

To Frosty nights

With no Yuletide 

To distract.

Quiet empty time

To think and reflect

About absent loved ones

Crisp clear sky 

High above the roof.

Rising and spreading slowly

The fragrant gumtree smoke

Pervades the air,

Bringing home comfort

To the restless head

Heavy on the pillow

Falling in a dreamless slumber

In hope of a longer brighter day 

On the morrow.

  Lucette C. Bailliet

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Rush hour

It's Rush hour 

On Buffalo Swamp Road

Five 'o clock in winter time

Time to rush

To grab some food

Before dusk

In the last minutes of daylight

Kangaroos galore abound

Madly bounding around

Rabbits or hares 

Darting in front of the wheels 

Dashing here and there

All in a tutter

They had all day 

Really to graze 

Visit and rest 

So what's the hurry?

At least I get the rabbits

They've got a warm warren 

To go back to

But the Roos 

Will battle the deep winter night 

Without a shelter

So tell me

What's the rush?

 

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Ball game

 

If you think 

You're in control

Think again

You throw the ball

For me to fetch 

I run after it

I catch it

You think I'll give it

Back to you 

So you can throw it again

For me to fetch

But then the game 

Is mine to control

For I won't give it

You try to catch me

You run after me

To get the ball

The game has changed!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Milou the Mighty

I'm Milou the Mighty

Watch me parading

In the back garden

My head is held high

And my tail is waging 

I might be small

But believe me

I'm Milou the Mighty

Determined to bring

In the best sunny spot

My prized bone around

On the forbidden mat

In front of the door

A delight to sit and gnaw 

I'm Milou the Mighty

The day thus pass

In busy nothings

Playing, eating and sleeping

What else do you expect 

From Milou the Mighty! 

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Milou 3

During timeout he played 

With his toys all by himself

Had a little snack mid afternoon 

Then settled for a nap

With his favourite squeezy

He's such a little fellow 

With such a big heart

He tries so hard 

To please us

Getting in the way

Digging with us

Or gathering wood his way

Munching on everything

He can get his mouth around

Very keen to explore

The old termite eaten shed

Which barely stands by itself

He growls and barks sharply

He thinks he's Milou the Mighty

He might turned out to be

But for us we love him already.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Wind songs

As distinctive as our own voice

The wind modulations are

To whom listens carefully.

In the tall gum trees

The Southerlies whistle

A forward hung ho tattoo 

As brisk as it sounds

While the Westerlies 

Slowly murmur to them

Long stories of infinite oceans

The Northerlies sigh heavily

Bathing them in hot waves 

Without any relief in sight

And the Easterlies whisper 

The mighty ranges latest rumours

They've gathered on their ways. 

Do yourself a favour

Tune in next time you find yourself

Under the arched vault of high rustling branches

To discover the songs of the wind .

 Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Queen's Birthday

Queen's Birthday or not

Wood needs to be collected and cut 

The fire to be lighted

For the house needs to be warm

Vacuum has to be done

Laundry has to be cleaned

Beds to be made

Chicken run to be raked

Dishes to be washed

Clothes to be pegged

Food to be cooked

Dog to be fed

Rubbish to be picked up

Potter around the garden

Tidying this and that

You call it a holiday

I for once don't

Just thinking about

Leaves me exhausted

Time to stay in bed

Read, play and dream.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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