Dancing feet

Your feet dance

To the tempo 

Of the blaring disco

That is the universe

But leave no imprint 

Behind you

On the sand 

Your sculptured feet 

Cast a flaming shadow 

Of false solidity 

Gracing temporary this world 

In the light of the day

But night destroys 

Their living illusion 

Such is human life

We walk on this earth

Leaving no trace

On this deserted beach 

After the tide has called up.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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The napkin

You've written "yes!"

On the napkin

You didn't even listen

You didn't even query

How do you think 

It makes me feel?

Not a spoken word

Not even a glance

Just a written word

In order to dismiss me!

Thanks, but no thanks!

I've got enough 

No more of this treatment 

I'm leaving you!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Betrayers

The first betrayal 

Was the hardest

The second one

Was easier

The third one

Is business as usual!

It didn't pay for Turnbull,

It didn't pay for Dutton,

It didn't pay for Bishop,

How long will it last

For Morison?

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Let the children play

While Australia burns

In the middle of winter

While Australia is in drought 

It can't feed its cattle

While the reef is dying

For lack of action

The adults are playing in Canberra

The favourite game

Of Australian pollies:

Change the leader!

Let the children play too

In the playground 

That is Australia 

Call an election,

It will distract us

From the drought

From the fires

From the doom coming.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Change the leader

What is the use 

Of compulsory voting?

I don't know, I'm sure

The Australian government 

Keeps playing

Musical chairs

On the air

Of change the leader,

Change the leader!

To end up with someone 

We haven't voted for!

To end up with someone

We don't know!

To end up with someone 

We don't want!

And they keep playing 

Ad nauseum 

So what is the use

Of compulsory voting

If after you've won the leadership

You don't call an election?

So we can play too

At Change the leader

After all it's Australia fair!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Eulogy

The best eulogy 

To Aretha Franklin

Is to listen to her songs

Let her voice soar

And carry her soul 

To heaven's open gates.

Thank you for the joy

And happiness 

You shared with us.

May you rest in peace.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Challenge

The twattling was fierce, 

She was called many a word:

The one that stuck was slugabed,

But whose fault was it

That she tossed and turned all night long

In the mist of a uthceare,

When the morning came 

The only reasonable thing to do

Was to perendinate 

For she suffered from dysania

She could only fudgel around 

Thinking about some cacoethes

After all she could use

Her callipygian shape to profit,

It would be worth all the ultracrepidarian crap

That as a snollygoster in that kakystocracy 

Was an easy target for all the grumbletonians

It felt she was continuously 

In a philogrobilized haze

While her only desire was to grufeling

Gorging herself in albiguration

For lanspresado to groke ! 

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Gardening gloves and nail polish

I used to wear nail polish

As a sophisticated Frenchy

Is wont to be

When a friend rang me

For a plant rescue operation 

About some native orchids

In need of relocation

I turned up in my fur coat

And nail polished hands

To dig up the damned bloody orchids

From under a waterfall

To a quieter digs

All that action

Was done under 

A television journalist supervision.

She couldn't pass over

 The way bush regeneration 

Was done by the Frenchy!

Being French is so awesome

One could commit a crime

As long as it was classy

Nor to forget about gardening gloves!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Prompt

Gardening gloves and nail polish

Rain

Rain, rain, rain,

Rain, such a small word

So meaningful,

So symbolic 

Each letter a drop 

Watering every fold, 

Every line of the page

Breaking the drought,

Like the rain spreading on the forest floor

Keep at it, keep at it, keep at it,

It sings as it falls downs 

Falling, falling, falling

Hitting the canopy with such a fervour 

Flowing down the leaves

Splashing, from branch to branch 

Coursing down the sculptured barks

With a satisfying swish

Before gurgling happily 

Filling ditches in its reach

Lucette C. Bailliet

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