Toxic friend

Some people are toxic

She was needy

She took everything  

You gave her and more

As for her

She would make you pay

And some more.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Still I dare

Writing is ackward

Imagery is poor

Still I dare write poetry!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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On the menu

Winter your menu 

Is short and limited

Frosty crispy mornings

With diamond seeded dew 

Over gardens

Or wet foggy ones

Erasing all but intimate surroundings

Followed by a short succession

Of ackward hours with thin light

And no warmth whatsoever 

Leaving one's heart 

An empty severe chamber 

Void of any echo of your voice

Wandering in the mindless vacuum 

Of ever grinding labyrinthine tasks 

You've done your work

It's time to go!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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The dark island

The dark island

What a bleak place

Rising above black waters

Plundered by high winds

The roaring forties

Even humans didn't dare to tread upon it

Only exhausted Albatros 

Would find some respite 

On their long  flights hauls

But despite all

The place reeks with beauty

Dark elemental beauty, 

Savage and cruel

Dark island I won't forget you.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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The wishing well

The wishing well

With a coin in her hand

She took her place in the queue

What could she wish for?

Health, happiness, money

For whom could she wish for?

Her parents, her lover, her friends

'Twas ridiculous really

This idea of throwing a coin in a well

Somebody would do a nice business 

Out of it she guessed

Touristic trap this 

She shuffled forward 

Arrived at the well

It was her time

Blank was her mind

She threw it anyway

Letting fate decide for her.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Bogged down

It's turning into a fixture 

Slowly sinking in mud

Up to its axle on all four

The four wheel drive

Has been stuck for a month 

In the précise spot 

The council recommended 

To built a house 

A house on stilts, 

It would have to be

In the middle of a swamp

It might be smarter to consider

The striving industry

Of Austria mud bathing

As a viable land development !

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Moments fill one life

As clouds fill the sky

A piercing ray of sun 

Reveals their silver lining

Enough to bring relief

Lightening the mood

Lucette C.Bailliet

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Time passing

High winds keep us inside
On the other side of the bay
Trains passing mark the time
The chugging of the ferry on the waters
Keep up with the hours
While the wavelets lapping the jetty
Shows the seconds
All is moving life is running
Too fast for me now
Still i'm wasting time
Who cares?
I'm enjoying it.


Lucette C. Bailliet
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Wobby haiku 2

Haiku

Waiting his return
Rusty anchor on the warf
Time passes us by

Lucette C. Bailliet
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Wobby acrostics

Winter winds
Over the river
Birds sheltering 
By the bay
You are missed

Lucette C.Bailliet
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Wobby haiku

Ever in motion
The water in the bay
Feel the tidal pull

Lucette C.Bailliet
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The storm caller

Calling for the storm to come to her

Dancing and swaying in its path

The storm raises its ugly head

She muzzles it feeding her inner power

She might unleash it any time 

She could disperse it at will

For such is her strength 

She holds the world on an edge

The choice is hers

Which path to chose

For the storm to follow 

Bringing utter destruction

Fire and brimstone 

Or leaving the world untouched?

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Winter is here

Winter brings death with it

It's heavy frosty fingers

Kill silently the old, the sick,

The vulnerable, the sleeping rough 

Without mercy winter is kind

To snuff out their feeble light.

How dare they breathe the same air?

How dare they share the same space?

They have fallen on their luck

They gather In groups 

In search of safety in numbers

They are an unsightly sight

Disturbing the environment 

For business men and politicians

Keep them moving 

The state knows better

Winter piles up further loss

To freeze and break their hearts

Out of sight, out of mind 

Winter is here

To kill democracy.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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C-Bank

Commonwealth Bank, 

No longer,

It morphed into

Crooks Bank, 

For sure.

Profits before ethics

Look good on paper

Not so good in the laundry

Laundering twenty grand 

In one load of cash

You don't get that kind of service 

Without any trace

In any other bank,

C-Bank can

Such a marketing success.

Created to serve the people

Dedicated to serve the mob now.

It's not enough to admit a fault

To pursue it for years is a Crime

That's what Corruption is all about

Shame on you C-Bank!

Lucette Bailliet

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Let your ink run

Let your ink run

In the grief, the loss, the dispossession

Of your your own country 

Around the Goulburn River Banks

Let your ink run

Flowing in the grief, the loss, the dispossession

That brought you to the fair banks 

Of the  Goulburn Valley

Let your ink run

With its own colour 

To draw in the grief, the loss, the dispossession 

The battles to survive 

By the banks of the Goulburn Valley.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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