Sally and Sammy Walk Off by Don Matthews

Ms Van Loenan I really do thank you For calling the police to assist In rounding up Sally and Sammy Who all of us here we have missed baa….baa….baa….baa…. Naughty ones Sally and Sammy Were gaily just wandering the streets Mowing each lawn as they passed by Chomping each flower they did meet baa…chomp….baa….chomp…. Police…

And No-One Sheds a Tear by Don Matthews

What is lost will never be regained And no-one sheds a tear Trees come down, a 100 years, in minutes And no-one sheds a tear Firewood sold by the tonne And no-one sheds a tear Fields covered in concrete, and not one cow And no-one sheds a tear Houses cover the fields And no-one sheds…

Oh No, Not Another Massacre by Don Matthews

We are a happy familyEnjoying Christmas funAbout to have our turkey(Bang) shot with our gun Johnny got an AK9 for Christmas……It was on his wish list…… We go to church on SundayHave our guns all blessedPriest he does the honours(Pope was once our guest) We gave him a demonstration in the churchyard…… Neighbours were not…

Bureaucracy Gone Mad, Again by Don Matthews

A mother here in Adelaide Her council made their mark By fining ’cause magician Birthday’d in their park No-one was offended No-one did complain Bureaucracy it just went mad (Here we go again) More concerned they were to Uphold the letter law The other side was unimportant It’s spirit they ignored Rules are for the…

I Got Trouble. My Intestine Gets in the Way by Don Matthews

I’m just a poor struggle-ing poet I know I’ve got it down below The trouble, gets caught on my intestine My metaphors get stuck and can’t show I’m told I do well writing nonsense A genre few bloggers blog on I bought training books from my op shop To build up my knowledge upon You…

Therapy by Don Matthews

I have a stack of poems, (thoughts) Need to get off my chest And now I have a website Can offload weak (and best) It doesn’t matter what they are It is my therapy Which every writer wants to do With me? it’s poetry There is the constant tug-of-war Write for myself or you? This…

Emily Dickinson Untitled 1 by Don Matthews

Oh to write like Emily – Dickinson – I mean Metaphoric genius Rarely ever seen Every line a puzzle Waiting to unwind Taut with strange intensity Created in her mind Emily is hard to Understand at first What’s this line here meaning? What’s this mean – this verse? Choosing to be solitary Her only friend…

Bali Wobblies by Don Matthews

(my experience on return from a Bali holiday) I went to see my doctor My doctor said to me What can I do for you good sir You look so terribly I then said to my doctor He listened patiently I’ve just come back from Bali I’m suffering you see I seem to be unable…

My Tin Money Box 1950’s by Don Matthews

I remember quite fondly my money box Just starting my life out at school Tin, no way in I could borrow Thrift acquired young was the rule My passbook (from bank) it recorded The money I’d saved in my tin Collected each week by the teller Riding his bike all way in (Friday if I…

She Screamed for Help but you did Nothing by Don Matthews

(Kim Murphy, an Adelaide mother of three, was murdered by her ex-partner in a domestic violence incident. (April 2020) Her screams for help were ignored. A sad reflection of today’s society) You heard her scream for help But no-one ever came You heard her screams of anguish Her life’s now ended, slain Why did you…

Tick Tock Tick Tock by Don Matthews

I have an over-active An over-active mind I wish it would go stop itself Go stop and just unwind Tick Tock Tick Tock Unwind to where it started Adjust it’s tick and tock Back to where I want it Want my neural clock Tick Tock Tick Tock To me this isn’t normal A normal thinking…

Wonky by Don Matthews

My eyes are seeing double Double on the screen Everything I seem to post Has a double mean Took myself to optom who Deals with wonky eyes To me, “please cover left, then right” I asked him wonky? Why? You’re old he said, get muscle droop Won’t do what brain tells to We fix you…

A Poet’s Right by Don Matthews

OK I might not write Top-class poetry So what? I get a kick out Of writing just for me To me I’ve always thought that Poets basically Write poetry to please themselves And not for you or me But if you/me or anyone Like what they’re writing down Simple, trite or otherwise We follow them…

Footpaths by Don Matthews

Footpaths are for people Or so I have been told But recently I’ve found not true This thinking doesn’t hold Advertising signs appeared ‘Come and shop in here’ One more obstacle on path To go around, steer clear Cyclists began to then appear On paths their wheels they put Despite our walking ways be called…

We’re Animal Lovers Through and Through by Don Matthews

How nice to see the farmer Hand-feed his farm-grown cow We get a nice warm feeling inside Everything’s fine right now Where the farm-grown cow goes next We blot out from our mind It’s headed to the abattoir How very, very kind Into the supermarket we do go Along the red-meat aisle See all the…

Urge by Don Matthews

Was out in bush the other day Driving with me mate When great big urge came over him Which just would not abate He took off into the sand dunes To dig himself a hole We had no toilet paper (Forgot to bring a roll) I said whatever did you use To clean yourself with…