A small selection of poetry written over the past twenty plus years, mainly written to perform. I was surprised by some of my earlier pieces that I recently revisited, better than I remember.
At Auskick we just love our footy
Not soccer, hockey, pilates or Tai Chi,
It’s footy that’s our number one
We play it watched by mum and mum
There’s Wazza and the Auskick Team
Who learn us how to live our dream
Of playing at the MCG
Or Etihad, perhaps Sydney.
We do do some drills I think I saw
Three goals, how could it be a draw.
We sing some songs, of Tige’s and Blues
Cats, dog’s demons and interstate dudes.
Amongst the stripes of Kangaroos,
Are Woodsmen giving Saints their dues,
But most of all it’s all real good
At Auskick in our neighborhood.
I do need my ethics
I don’t need accountants to tell me I’m fair
Especially those who declare they are fair
I don’t need a policy on values or trust
Or statements of standards, I don’t need them much
I don’t need a score on a triple bottom line
Just ask my kids they’ tell you we’re fine
I don’t need to hide what I should pay in tax
I don’t need a shredder to shred up the facts
Don’t need governance training to learn to be true
But need authenticity to truly be true
I am a father, son husband and leader
Ethics to me are more than a feature.
I do need my ethics, embodied in me
They guide me to be fundamentally me.
My friends the Poems
I know a lot of poems they are my friends
They help me deal with sticky odds and ends
Bits of life that don’t quite work out right
Folks I love to hate and love despite
They’re good friends not the one’s you never ring
The one’s who grant permission to my thing
The one’s that help me when I feel like shit
Make sure my path is safe and gently lit
I’d consider some to be the best of mates
Prepared to give the time it sometimes takes
To shoot the breeze, to listen not to talk
To lift me up when I can barely walk.
I bait my friends the poems, and they bait me
They take the piss so deft, constructively
Reveal those things I flippantly don’t see
Yet have my back, fundamentally.
My agile mind at times so readily coerced
Immaculately robed, such handsome verse
Investing time and weight in every verse
Beauty that can easily perturb.
I love a cast iron roof
I love a cast ireon roof
The way it welcomes rain
For me it is the sound of truth
For some the sounds of pain.
Inspired by Pee Wee Andrew Hewitt Pweeh
Piermont Bridge Hotel