Friday, 20 September 2019

A lady’s dream

A lady’s dream

When she told me : “ once I reach fifty,
I divorce both my husband and my son,
I move to a lifestyle village”.

There were so many arguments 
I could have come up
A dismal reply : “ you’ll get bored”
Was all I would allow myself
To answer her.

Turns out that ten years
Is an optimistic span
For someone morbidly obese
Who can barely waddle 
To the bathroom in the mornings!
Harsh, sure, no doubt about it
But her son’s probability to become 
An orphan in the next few years is a high one.

A lifestyle village would offer amongst others:
golf, tennis, swimming activities 
Which one would she be able to participate in?
Surely the question is not an hypothetical one.

Lady, if I may say so,
Act now and you may make it.
Dream of a leisurely future
And it will be but a dream.

Lucette C. Bailliet 
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Tuesday, 17 September 2019

50 F.... St

50 F.... st


From the roof terrasse 
Across Milsons Point bay
The deep blue waters shimmer 
Yachts bobbing up and down
In the tide’s current trying to escape
Seen trough the  wrought iron of the balustrade
Shaded by the high angophora branches
Sipping a tequila sunrise
Why, I wonder, would anyone
Wish to travel overseas
When A Brett Whitley spreads itself
In front of my very eyes 
Enjoying a quiet afternoon 
Such a serene vista
Opens to your sight
 Drop your worries
From the troublesome world below
Golden stolen moment.

Lucette C. Bailliet 
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Swinging insomnia

Ringeling, ringeling 
Bells are ringing
Midnight is alight 
My mind is bright
The cat is inside
It’s cold outside
Ringeling, ringeling 
Bells are ringing
Eyes won’t shut
Mind is aflame 
No one around  
For the harvest moon 
Hunts shadows
Ringeling, ringeling 
Bells are ringing
Her silver sleigh 
Runs through the clouds
Head tosses over the pillows 
Trying to follow her course 
Ringeling, ringeling 
Bells are ringing
One is never alone
When sleep escapes
The insomniac heavenly disk
Keeps you company 
To track it back!

Lucette C. Bailliet 
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Saturday, 14 September 2019

A happy clapping Chappy

How god is good
For this happy clapping Chappy
When his salary is limited
To a meagre half a mil
He can claim thrice this amount
In expenses
How happy is this happy clapping Chappy
Singing god’s glory
Being indebted to fill his deep pockets
How insatiable is this happy clapping Chappy
Let’s all be grateful for god’s infinite bounty!


Lucette C. Bailliet
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