Imaginary Colours

BLACK AND WHITE WEEKEND

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IMAGINARY COLOURS

Heat is yellow, heat is blue;

Everyone agrees that's true.

There's no colour in this shot

Yet, you'll agree, the scene is HOT!

Like painting-by-numbers we simply add

The colour that we know it had.

We feel the heat, enjoy the shade,

It's a Coloured Cavalcade.

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LAP MISHAP!

(The first line came from Mad Kane.)

A fellow was trying to dine

On a ship as it sailed down the Rhine.

But the sauerkraut spilt

All over his kilt

And the Germans all shouted out 'Nein!

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Serene Senility

         Brenda Bryant

WEEKEND IN BLACK AND WHITE

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SERENE SENILITY

If only we could bear our scars as proudly as this tree,

And soldier on against all odds into senility!

It's felt the wind blowing harsh and strong and still it's stood erect;

It's felt the drought crisping at its toes and suffered the neglect.

It's known the rain and known the hail; it's been battered and been bruised;

The lightning's shivered round its limbs and it has felt misused.

It's wrinkled now and out of shape; the future's looking grim;

But like a banner it reveals its crude, misshapen limb.

Yet still it stands erect and proud, waving its crown of green.

As proud to be a part of life as it has ever been.

No Botox here, no magic creams, no startling cures for age,

For it accepts that senility is just another stage.

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CONVERSATION PIECE

And do they have a conversation

As they sit here in the sun?

Two old friends who've been together

Since their working lives were begun?

Do they discuss the sitters

When they get up to leave,

And when some go never to return

Do the two seats ever grieve?

'We haven't seen Sarah lately;

I wonder if she's been ill.'

(Sarah never did return

And the seats are waiting still.)

Seeing them sitting face to face

Casting shadows on the fence

Gives them a strangely human air.

But they probably talk more sense!

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The Waterfall

                                        Queensland after floods.

WEEKEND IN BLACK AND WHITE

THE WATERFALL

Passing among the lofty gums,

Growing profuse and tall,

After the recent deluge

We spied a waterfall.

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HAPPY HIKERS

Off for a walk in the country

On a lovely Summer's day.

Enjoying a Second Childhood!

Boys and girls come out to play.

Outings like these are delicious;

Striding without a care,

Chattering as we're walking;

Breathing the great fresh air.

This is the Hunter Valley

And a visit never fails

To make me really grateful

That I live in New South Wales.

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PS

This is proving to be a very busy week and I'm wondering if my voice will hold out till the Concert on Friday. Yesterday, at choir, there were only three altos so we had to sing our hearts out and today I was asked to read my poems for much longer than usual, on top of a large meal too.

I was invited to entertain the Redhead VIEW Club on the occasion of their 48th anniversary.

It was an excellent audience, as they laughed in all the right places!

The Watchers

Press Photo

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THE WATCHERS

A sense of threat. A sense of doom.

The clouds a menace, too.

A rocky giant hovers close

And the sea is grey, not blue.

And, worst of all, two demon dogs

Keep watch on the giant's head!

Is it any wonder we scurry home

Feeling a sense of dread?

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Take heart! It's an Art Exhibition.

No need for you to flee!

It's Sydney's yearly display of works,

'Sculpture by the Sea'.

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THE LETTER

The letter sat before him unopened and unknown,
Pristine, propped up against a mug.
Toying with his slice of toast, luckily alone,
He felt the letter looked a little smug.
It had arrived the day before; he'd eyed it with concern.
The address was typed; it didn't tell a thing.
Was the split for ever? Or could he soon return?
He felt the envelope. Ah! That was good! No ring!
The boarding-house repelled him, with its awful clientel;
He didn't think that he could take much more.
Would she have him back again? It was so hard to tell.
He dreaded what the future had in store.
His children wouldn't miss him! The dog just wouldn't care!
If she wouldn't have him back where could he go?
It was her fault as well as his! So! Life just isn't fair!
She hadn't got the right to tell him 'No'.
But if she told him 'Yes' that would be a great relief!
Life could go on as though he had never left!
His sojourn in the boarding-house might just prove to be brief!
He wouldn't have to feel so damned bereft!
He'd open it! The slice of toast lay cooling on the plate.
It had to be, it had to be, it had to be from her!
With shaking hands he tore the flap! He had to learn his fate!
Then he read the lawyer's formal words..........
'Dear Sir'.

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