Tree change in Murch.: December 2018

Sunday, 30 December 2018

On the pension

Last day of 2018

Received message from myGov

We have not received your papers

Concerning foreign pension

(Post Office problems)

So we shall cut your Australian pension

If you have any questions

Well fat chance

It's Sunday today!

Are pensioners not allowed Holidays

In this dystopian world of ours?

What about letting people

Enjoy , yes, that's a proper word,

Enjoy a period of grace

Around the holidays ,

You know A week between Christmas and New Year.

One would think that pensioners

Would be free of mental abuse

From Centrelink and its ilk

Once granted the pension.

Well, obviously not!

It's the second time

Within three months

Of being granted the pension

They're trying to suppress it.

The first time was

You have too much assets

Your pension has been cut

Turned out that a house

Sold ten years ago

Was part of the said assets.

It's mental abuse I say

Another waste of time

Dealing with the fuck-ups

Of automated Centrelink!

Just berate pensioners

So they end up giving up

Receiving the pension

Well, I know who I won't be voting for!

Happy New Year by the way!

Alinor Austen

Sunday, 23 December 2018

Jenny Lister

She's only a head bobbing up

Behind the window counter

In the reception at the centre

Or so she seems to be

But if by any chance

She's not there

The cry of "where's Jenny's?"

Echoes along the corridors

And the various lining rooms

Trying to trace her on her move

For she's the heart

For she's the soul

Of this place

She always has time

To listen the woes, troubles,

Conflicts and grief

Holding and fighting for

This community

No project is too small

That she pushes, promotes and delivers

She's a legend in her own right

For she's a miracle worker!

Lucette C. Bailliet

Wednesday, 12 December 2018

The storm

Not a leaf is stirring

Blades of grass are standing

Proud and defiant,

Magpie's warbling is heard

Time to get the clothes in.

Clouds are building

Dark, thick and fast,

Thunder rumbling

Is swiftly approaching,

Wind is picking up,

Rain is falling,

Falling horizontally

The storm is here!

Rain has stopped

Wind has dropped

Thunder rumbling

Is but a murmur

Leaves are dribbling

Grass shrug droplets.

It all lasted

But ten minutes

Goodbye storm!

Lucette C. Bailliet

This place

What a place to live in

When a passing rain shower

Becomes a poem

What a country to live in

When a fat drop is heard

Squashing on an iron roof

What a place to survive in

When rain is the main topic

Around the evening barbie

What a place to exist

When flood or drought

Weighs on your mind

What a sun dried place

When a rain shower

Calls for celebrations

Lucette C. Bailliet

So tell me

Is it me or is there

A pattern developing here ?

May facing a vote of non confidence

Macron facing a the revolt of the gilets jaunes

Merkel saying goodbye to her party

Modi's base eroding seriously

USA tottering over the edge of insanity

Australia shutting down its parliament

With a government out of control

Democracy is under attack!

So tell me

Is it me or is there

A pattern developing here ?

Lucette C. Bailliet

Thursday, 6 December 2018

What's up with the French?

What's up with The French?

They had the Sans-Culottes

It brought down the monarchy!

Will the Gilets-Jaunes

Bring down democracy?

What's up with this people

That wear a fashion statement

As a political stunt!

Lucette C. Bailliet

Xmas is upon us

The season to be jolly

Sure the fires are crawling up merrily

Devouring hectares upon hectares

Of grass and trees

Houses and sheds are but lost

Lateral victims of friendly fires

Animals and humans lives

Are on the lines flying or fighting

Inch by inch, foot by foot

The monstrous creatures

Made of Summer nightmares

Be ready to leave

When the hot winds are blowing

Too late to think what's precious

You may still save your life

Be happy and jolly!

Lucette C. Bailliet

Yawning dawn

Dawn is yawning

Woke up late this morning

'Twas too hot to sleep

Didn't take time to spruce up

No time to refresh

Just ripped open the night curtains

And let it go

Her gray dishevelled hair of clouds

Is dirty and lank

She's got no energy

It's going to be a scorcher

Another heat record today

Can't be bothered to celebrate

Duty done and still yawning

Tomorrow she'll try again.

Lucette C. Bailliet

After the election

The election is dusted

And tne wood-cutters too

New forest tracks have emerged

The lonely voice of the cuckoo

Echoes my wandering footsteps

Roaming around the dog is happy

The forest is not refreshed

Despite the rain and some green oasis

The soil is parched and sterile

Attacked by man, vermin and age

Trees don't stand a chance

And die laying or standing

Sunset and the crickets mob emerge

Their voices in unison

Lament the forest devastation.

Lucette C. Bailliet

Sunday, 2 December 2018

First December

First of December

And up goes the Xmas tree

The first bauble is yours to see

You, who can't make it

You whose soul is blue

To have been kicked out

Of your love nest

Just before Xmas

The bauble hangs on the tree

You chose all those years ago

With your father

Come and rest

In the place where love for you is eternal .

This Is a real nightmare

You have nowhere to stay

Couch surfing not being viable

In the long run

You don't have a place

To decorate your Xmas tree

Thus you've discovered

The true message

Of Xmas of old

Behind the baubles and lights

Mary had no place to celebrate

The birth of her baby

Like millions of refugees

They have no place to celebrate life

No safe place to live

For them home is a dream

Of enduring peace.