The school of life

The school of life is a harsh one

There is no textbook

There is no siting exam

You either get it

Or you don't

There is no degree

There is no graduation

To celebrate your might

There is no legal age

To be acknowledged

You are or you die

It is as simple as that

One thing you may be sure

Whatever your progress

Or lack of success

There is no career

Nor uplifting vocation 

You can follow truly

But after all is said

You have the certitude 

Your fortitude will be tested

To its ultimate boundaries 

Whatever they may be

Time and time again

For no reason at all

As nothing is sacred

In the school of life.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Lola Shrek, if you please

Like Shrek,

Live in a swamp, I do

So from now on 

Call me Lola Shrek

If you please!

Like Shrek 

I don't like crowds

I'm not keen on 

Them at all

Like Shrek 

I may live in a dump

It's mine 

That's all that matters

Peace is all 

I'm looking forward to

Dry paddocks in drought

Morph into

Swamp in the damp

Who's to complain?

Not me, sir

That's for sure

I live in a swamp

So call me Lola Shrek

If you please.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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The morphing mirror

Deep into the night

The mirror becomes a corridor

Full of darkness and shadows

Inviting you to follow them

Suavely beckoning

Leading you in the unknown 

The invitation is there

The door is open

Be brave and step in

There's a glimmer of light

Slowly a room takes shape

From that nether symmetrical world

But is it real this virtual reflected image?

Where does it start, where does it stops?

Your brain may rationalise 

The hazy rising mist

Tangibility has morphed to fuzziness 

In the surrounding greyness

The loss of depth and colour

Has added a weird new world .

Lucette C. Bailliet

Upon my word, Barnaby Joyce

So after Tony Abbott

Bit the dust

Not early enough 

For my liking, may I add

As we were starting to breathe easier

We have Barnaby Joyce

Arising from the aberrations

Of the Westminster system

To the post of deputy PM

This alternative is frightening

For upon my word

Barnaby Joyce

We never voted for you 

Or the other, for that matter,

To lead your parties

Something is deeply rotten

In this Aussie kingdom 

When factional infighting 

Takes prevalence upon democracy

Then liberty is in jeopardy.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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My aunt

Suddenly I knew her

As one of my blood

When from her death bed 

She cried aloud

'I want to be free'.

It was too late

For me and her

Time had ran out for us

I could have

I didn't, I'm sorry.

Regrets are to be borne

I knew it was futile

I lacked courage

But I could have told her

Of my love and understanding.

Would it have made it better?

I don't know, I'll never know

But I should have.

Regrets I have now

She's gone

All the unsaid words

All the untold thoughts

It is too late.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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One life

Truly one life is sufficient

So many incarnations 

From babe to infant

From toddler to child

From teenager to adult

From woman to mother

From careerist to pensioner

From senior to crone

Where have they all gone?

I laugh at the anxieties, 

Contrarieties of gone days

I'm still there, standing

In this used and abused body

Sure I can change parts

Here and there

But is it worthwhile?

Although I know it's there

I can't see the used by date

I'm slowing down 

Who cares anyway?

I had so many lives

It was interesting 

I'm privileged I saw it all.

Lucette C. Bailliet