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With a broken heart I say to you
You will remain with me in spirit in whatever I do
I wish that I had the chance to say goodbye
But I hope that your soul is floating in the heavenly sky
To protect and guide me
To open my eyes and let me see
That life is too short
Holding grudges and bad feelings we should abort
We must extend our hand to those we love
Knowing that saying sorry is tough
But it will open hearts for forgiveness
And clear from our lives sadness
I hope that you will hear me calling your name
Saying that without you, life will never be the same
We didn’t often connect but I always loved you
Regardless of what you had to do
Please, forgive me if I ever hurt your feeling
While with trivial issues we were dealing

Some might call it a
lonely christmas sittin'
here in the dark..
But my lil' tree is all
I need to warm my weary
heart..
I guess family could be
here but it wasen't meant
to be..
So I'll gaze at this lovely
glow from my lil' christmas
tree..

Come gather round the campfire mates and listen for a while,
And I'll tell you all the story of the man who never smiled.
He was somewhat of a rover, and his friends all called him John
He hailed from southern New South Wales, a place called Wollongong.

Well he finished up in Queensland where he met this bird named Jean
And together then the pair set out to do the Brisbane scene.
But within a month she left him, stony broke, without a cent
With nothing but a memory,(and a bill for two weeks rent!)

So further North, to Anakie, John chased his silver lining
On Queensland's famous sapphire fields he tried his hand at mining.
Well he made a quid at this new lurk, became a man of means
And with his new found wealth set out to find his love it seems.

Now he got as far as Rocky where he thought he'd stop a while
And took a job as fencer (just to help to pass the time.)
But alas, he didn't last long for he clocked the overseer
And it was round about this time he started on the beer.

Then his bird wrote him a letter asking him to come and get her
Up at Tully (she was with another bloke)
In the bar there at the station getting stuck into a ration
Of Bacardi. (That's the stuff they drink with Coke.)

Well she went with him to Townsville and they found a little flat
And it seemed at last that things had turned out right
But again she up and left him while he was asleep (God rest him)
Not a single word, just vanished in the night.

Now poor old John just went to pieces and got stuck into the grog
For to him (at least) it seemed his life was over.
So he boozed up day and night, they say he looked a flamin'fright
It was a miracle if ever he was sober!

Some folk said that he was "queer"while others blamed it on the beer
And it's 20 years (they say) now since he smiled
He had made and spent a fortune on a bird who had ignored him
I tell you mates, women! Just ain't worth your while.

Well I guess I'd better leave now as I've still a ways to go
Destination? I don't really know, I'm following my nose
So I guess I'll see you round mates as I've stayed here far too long
What's my name you ask? I thought you knew, it's John..from Wollongong.

There is an old story and it's likely not true, but I am still going to share it with you.

You see the old story went that if you wanted to catch yourself a little birdie, and I know that this is probably going to sound pretty nerdy, but they showed you could sneak up behind him before he could bail, and if you were quick enough pour salt on his tail.

The salt did something to him and he would not be able to fly, believe me to the cupboard I went to grab a shaker and give this a try. Oh I tried for more than one summer, but I could never get close enough to a bird and so it was a real bummer.

Then one day I realized it was just a silly cartoon, well believe me I felt like a bit of a loon. I did stop trying to sneak up on birds and their tails, but the metaphor reminds me of how my life sometimes derails.

Problems we have can feel like that salt on our own behind, keeping us down and weighing heavy on our mind, but salt can't stop a birdie from flying, same as my problems can't stop me if I just keep on trying.

Don't be like me and chase after birds salt shaker in hand, the fact of it is you will never leave land, fly like a bird is another metaphor not real, for humans can't fly so we just have to deal.

Dealing with the everyday stuff, believe me I know that road can be rough, watch out for your derriere is what I always say, don't let a birdie put salt on your tail, no way.

It's just a poem but it has real meaning, stay true to yourself is where this one is leaning. The problems we face are like salt in our shakers, life has it's givers and definitely it's takers.

Do what you have to, to keep your behind free and be hasty, of the little white grains that can make some food more tasty, but salt of this life can ruin something good, how much you use be careful you should.

I know this all started by me watching television a long time ago, but the meaning is here and it's something you should know. Life and the things that are thrown right in our faces, are just the everyday things that happen in all the places.

Next time you think you have it the worst, think of this poem and let the laughter just burst, imagine a kid with a shaker in hand, running around on his parents own land. Looking for birds to shake on their tails, the grains of the earth, now those ships have sailed.

Don't let this poem stop you from trying, if I see this myself I will laugh until I am crying. Not laughing at you or your task at the time, just laughing my butt off thinking about this rhyme.

So a cartoon inspired the words written here, no more salt on my tail, at least not this year. I am going to try like the wind blows, to take all my problems and send them a rose.

I figure it like this at times when I am stressing, the salt on my past tail was merely a blessing, you see at least I still have a tail to watch out for, it's lucky for me since that thing has been chewed just about right off before.

I am a dream
of I

Dream me a sweeter
dream said I

Dream me a tear that
cannot cry

Awake me from this
dreamy sigh

Pinch me from my
drowsy I

Kiss me awake from
my dying I

Enlarge my heart from
this blinded eye

Hope me again for
a second try

Dream me wings til
I surely fly

Many golden links in
A chain are we all
It's love that binds us
Lest we fall
Not a single link should
Go unheeded
Or we'll morn for a lost
We sorely needed
So it is when loving
Hearts take their pause
We most deeply feel
Our cherished cause
That's why we chill the
Wine at evenings sun
And toast to a beauty
Called diana 1.

one day I got a job there
i resgined n came here
to study and work but
the line of life was cut
I lost my job there
lost it here
searched for love
I found a dove
gave her my love
she betrayed me
thats what i see
her walikg with a new bfreind
hand in hand,
kissing eachother
this is me
the unlucky Sam

A few extra pounds weighed
heavy on her mind
But her electrifying smile
was one of a kind
The other girls in the office
could swish and sway
They thought slim and slender
would win the day
But their pride was hurt when
that man walked in
And just passed them by with
roses in hand
So handsome was he you could
hear them swoon
But his feet kept walking into
another room
His heart was set on the real and
true
That's what he saw in her eyes
so blue
He approached her desk and you
could hear no sound
He lay down the roses then
spun her around
The girl who could carry a pound
with grace
Was surely the desire of this mans
taste
And as he gently slipped her from
her office chair
The slim and slender had no
strength to bare.

lying in my wooden skiff
I watched the clouds roll by
And listened to the water
Slaping portside.

My hand slipped in the water
Grasping ocean's weed
Thats when I thought of Ozzie
My boy when he was rhree
And the neckless that we made,
One for him an one for me

. the sun was very hot
It was around three
Time to awaken
I kept telling me

Back to the shore
To all those house chores
No more naps in boats
Not beneath the sun,
nOT beneath the moon
No teven at lunch time
ttime Just before noon!

15 cents a day and
no bathroom breaks
Yes, we wanna be
your slaves
Please grind us into
the dust of the earth
til our dying day
Crack that whip accross
our backs
We'll work from dusk
til dawn
We'll even eat those
nasty slugs that slither
accross your lawn
Sure, we're just women,
but what is that to you?
You're to busy writin'
that list of extra chores
to do
While your out with your
buddies and we're bogged
down with work
Us ladies in the office
elected you Super Jerk!
You're pathetic ego will
never accept we're every
bit your equal
Perhaps our red high heels
accross your back would be
a fitting sequel
That fistful of change you
flick at our feet may help
you sleep at night
But your wake-up call has
just struck twelve and you're
in for a hell of a fight!