I knew not why

I knew not why but I missed you

Suddenly it came from nowhere

This hollowness in my being

I wanted to talk with you

To laugh with you

The need to hug you 

Was overpowering 

I cut roses and filled the house

Only this morning I knew why

Thirteen years ago you passed away

And yesterday was the day

Oh mum I miss you so much!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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I do not like

I do not like

This modern world

These continuous news

On line, on tap

One chasing the other

One scandal erasing another

One massacre topping the other

Already I have forgotten 

The name of the perpetrators 

One religious war after another

Destroying  people after people

In the name of a loving God

Are we going mad?

When is this Going to stop?

Putting children behind bars

Won't make humanity progress

Torturing men and women

On the presumption of an idea

Is definitely not the way forward

We are simply regressing

World leaders conduct themselves

Like kids in a courtyard

Play up man-ship one against the other

Not to speak of others morphing into pigs

Gobbling up themselves with profits

While the rest of us are left starving

Leaving us to wonder

How is it going to end?

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Laid among the clouds

A heart waited to be found

Lonely no longer!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Sooo sorry

Sooo Sorry! 

Everything was ready

A mug by my bedside

A pile of books

I picked up one

Started to read

An ill spell came

With the raging wind

I fell asleep

Like the sleeping beauty 

Of an old tale

A wet nose and a wagging tail

Woke me up

There's no excuse

I screwed up so badly

Sooo sorry, 

To have have let you down

Sooo sorry 

To have disappointed you

Sooo sorry 

To have caused you trouble

Sooo sorry

I was so looking forward to it

Sooo sorry 

Please accept my apologies

Sooo sorry 

Will you forgive me?

Sooo sorry

What's to do to redress the situation?

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Bored of being sick

Bored of being sick!

When I get bored of watching

The garden from my bed

I move to the lounge sofa

When I grow bored of watching 

The garden from the sofa

The swinging hammock

Welcomes my rest

When the boredom of watching 

The garden from the hammock hits me

The rocking chair appeals to me

When the boredom of watching 

The garden from the rocking chair

I'm seriously running out of options!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Got the flu

Head is pounding

 Eyes are teary

Nose is runny 

Throat is burning

Lungs are ablaze

Joints are painful

Body got the chills

Cramps are no fun 

Coughing, sneezing

Dribbling and spluttering 

Tissue box by my side

Swinging slowly in the hammock 

Swallowing pills and mint tea

I take it easy, 

There's no other way

Dog checks on me

Doesn't understand 

Why I don't play

Why there's no walk

I've got the flu.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Me too

It happened so long ago

Was a teenager green under the gills

Really 

He approached me 

Saying it was a check on my shopping 

Would I accompany to the admin section

I followed him

He was well dressed, 

Hitting the thirties 

Took the lift with him

Hid the panel buttons

We went down

Turned towards me

And went for my crotch 

I squeezed his throat

Then poked him in the eyes

The lift door opened 

He was swearing 

"How did I dare do that to him!"

He ran away between the cars

I pushed the button to close the door

Went up to the highest level 

Then went back to ground level

Asked the building caretaker 

If he had seen a guy running

He said yes, I explained

Told me to go to the police

Said he would keep an eye out

For any interloper.

All in all it had not lasted ten minutes.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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I stole your words

I stole your words 

To make them mine

Hoping you won't mind

I stole moments

To make them mine

Hoping you won't mind

Living vicariously 

Some time is necessary 

When life is nothing else

But emptiness .

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Hay fever

Rapsody in blue 

Blares the crowd into silence

The curtain rises

Projected into the twenties

Instant time travel

Power of the stage

Dysfunctional family

Guests are coming

Frenzy all around

Cringe and fury are but a game

Curtain goes down

First interval

The theatre rests

Second act

The curtain goes up

Guest are but pawns 

To be swapped around

Pushed into roles

Through games played

To dramatise their life

Pushing the romantic

Entanglement element

To the end game 

The diva faints

The curtains falls down

Second interval

The theatre rests

Third act

The curtain goes up

Morning tea is served

Fever is rampant 

Irritation is supreme

The guests in a state of terror

Are creeping out,

Out of sight, out of mind

While the family rages about

In the volutes of rhapsody in blue .

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Silly Victorian weather

The days follow each other

But are so different

Twas but sunny yesterday

We were on the terrace

Cooling down

In the soft mist 

Of the new irrigation 

Enjoying the soft noise

Of the nozzles

Watching the full moon 

Above the gumtrees

Sipping our daily tipple.

Tonight is cloudy and cold

We are inside for our daily ritual

By the fire on the couch

While the storm is raging

One doesn't know anylonger

Which season it is really

Silly Victorian weather.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Barley moon

Barley moon

 Monthly she turns up

Pale, spectral, forlorn 

Ethereal in the twilight 

Almost transparent

Despite her apparent fragility,

She is a solid body 

Dancing across the night sky

The harvest moon

Mirrors the sun light

So much so under her cold glow

Farmers gather their harvest

The paddocks turn golden

With long tree shadows 

Striating the erie silence 

Dawn does try to snuff it out

By displaying a dirty greyness 

All around the exhausted moon

No wonder she is so pale

In the morning glory of a new day.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Congratulations!

How proud you must be!

What an achievement that was

Democracy at its best

It's voice has been heard

The gun has spoken

The gun has made its mark

Brought end to lives

Was the concert too loud?

Was it disturbing you?

You showed them 

You'll be famous 

As the biggest mass shooter 

Until, until the next irate fool

Will press longer on the trigger

Fame is fickle, but,

What a righteous ire that was!

Caught their attention, didn't it?

One bullet was enough for you

What a shame you didn't use

Your automatic rifle

To die in a spray of bullets

That would have been 

Poetic justice!

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Lucette C. Bailliet