Cool, classy, exquisite

Tall, elegant, lofty

It reaches to the light

Spreading its spherical umbels

In a stylish display

With such panache.

It still wonders the reason 

Why It is there? Sure

It had bloomed before the others

Well, it was crowded down there

It wanted to see above the wall.

Roughly manhandled,

It found itself uprooted,

Without any time to say goodbye,

Separated from its deep strong root

Plonked into cold water in a vase

And now it has the prime position 

Of the entrance hall.

It laughs to itself, 

Such a success,

The humble carrot,

To have made it in the world!

See, for yourself.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Traveller

He is not yet there

That he complains

About the traffic

He is not yet there

That he complains

About the people

He is not yet there

That he complains

About the hefty prices

He s not yet there

That he complains 

About the  place

He is such a traveller!

Lucette C. Bailliet

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By the dam

I have spent so many hours

By your side

Watching the mesmerising

Reflection of the gum trees

On your dark surface

Twisting, rippling, decomposing

Rebuilding the clouds above

At the weakest hint of a breeze

The moving picture changes

There on the edge of our world

You have the busiest social life

Your guests are numerous

Roos, snakes, birds, echidnas

All come to you to quench their thirst

Dragon flies wedge their love life

Endlessly zooming in the hot air

From one end to the other

With their stretched translucent diamanté wings

At first sight you appear

A desolate stretch of dark water

But you're teaming with life

Yabbies and leaches included

Invite the black cormorants 

And the white faced herons

To a feast in the summer heat

So it's no wonder that I too

Visit you everyday .

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Barnaby Joyce

O Barnaby, Barnaby ! 

Sent to the back bench

Abandoned, discarded by your party

Mc Cormack is the new poster boy

Hoping this will bring him joy

The heat was too much for you

One had only to see your Beetroot face

On top one day, on your arse the next

Typical of political karma, really

But Barnaby, human frailty 

Being so common

Nobody cared that much

To know who you bedded

But suddenly it became

Rather when you bonked

Your new lady

My advice to you is

In those affairs

It is best to keep it private

Too late it seems!

If doubts have been laid

On your paternity claims

It only revealed your bastardy

Towards that lady.

My second advice

Might save you some dough

Like Abbott before

Go for a test

Your reputation is in tatters

You can't do worse!

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Walky

Walky ! is the name of the game

As soon as I call it

Crooked tail, the cat,

And flagging tail, the dog,

Are always ready for it

I pickup the torch

The moon is hiding somewhere

And off we go

Flagging tail in front as a scout

Every bush is investigated

And blessed in turn

Crooked tail, on the other paw

Likes to be in between us

Rolling herself in the dirt

Waiting for an encouraging pat

If left in the rear

Any whiff of wind sees 

Her jumping in fright

Tail doubled in size 

Skulking from bush to tree 

As night deepens

Flagging tail returns 

To our moving light spot

Crooked tail jumps on him

In a friendly ambush

They run off together

As the moon peeks over the hill

Such is our evening walk.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Gin

Gin

For a long time I thought 

And it shows my prejudice

That a gin was thus called

Due to the high consumption 

Of the distilled drink

But historically rum 

It would have been

Not gin burning down the throats

Of convicts and aborigines alike

So gin we have now

A shorten version for an aboriginal woman

A slang word used to demean 

To insult and degrade at will

A gin, typical really of our world

Sad reflection on our society.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Prompt from Newcastle Writers Festival

To elope

To elope in the shower 

Still dreaming

To elope in the garden

Find a bench 

Read the next chapter

To elope in the pool 

Cooling down the long heat of summer

To elope on the beach 

Breathing the rhythm of the waves

To elope in the mountains

Building heart energy

Eloping in the night

Guided by moonlight

Daydreaming the dregs of the day

I keep eloping

To find peace.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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