PLACEBO LOVE

by Ariette Singer
(Canberra, ACT, Australia)

Recent research proved that placebo medications are beneficial.

Oh give me, please, some placebo love!
Though not real - it is better than none.

By now, I am quite ready to compromise,
To prevent a threat of my 'emotional demise'.

Placebo love just might save my day -
I might get addicted to it, in a curious way...

With no bad side effects to plague me, it is plain -
Placebo love will give me no reasons to complain!

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I need this
by: Ted E.

Can I have a prescription? I'll need a year's supply just to get me stable again.

What a novel idea.


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The Things I'd Do

by Marc Glasby
(Western Australia)


The Things I'd Do

I'd love a sunburned country
but that's been done before
And Clancy of the Overflow
is nothing but a bore

The man from Snowy River
riding wild and free
isn't nearly tough enough
for new age blokes like me

I'd be off to Iron Bark
but they might cut my throat
and I'd Waltzing Matilda
if I could hold a note

I'd hump my swag to anywhere
or join the polo club
I'd pass the black stump many times
and camp out in the scrub

I'd shear a sheep and rope a bull
or pan a stream for gold
I'd write the best bush ballad
that ever has been told

I'd go to Tumbarumba
to see the kangaroos
who thanks to all the shooting
now live in ones and twos

I'd catch a barramundi
and wrestle with a croc
I'd be as game as Kelly
and even climb The Rock

There'd be so many coves around
to watch my daring deeds
That I'd be rich and famous
most likely to succeed

I'd pat the dog that sits upon
that well known tucker box
I'd be as smart as sixpence
and cunning as a fox

I'd find a pub without a beer
and ride the Melbourne Cup
If I could get myself in gear
and get my courage up


(c) Marc Glasby
www.wanowandthen.com/Ballads/home.html

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PERSONALS COLUMN ADVERTISEMENT

by Ariette N. Singer
(Canberra, ACT, Australia)

This poem was instantly inspired when I sighted this advertisement:

"Lady, late 50's, would like to meet a gentleman for company who is free.
Likes to drink, smoke and Country Music."
Well, to each their own...

PERSONAL COLUMNS ADVERTISEMENT

I am an open book!
Come, sir! Explore, enjoy me!
I might make think deep, or smile,
Amuse, delight or puzzle for a while.

I am not difficult to read!
(For a mature and clear thinker)
It is not advisable to skip or fast-read
Instead, you're welcome, sir, to linger...

And you might pleasantly discover,
A book, like me, is overdue to land with you!
So take me as I am - original and true
To study me intently all life through!

Your satisfaction guaranteed!
Provided, you, who read me, will fully
Comprehend and have abilities to meet
This book's essential and important need!

So... if your curiosity, by now
Has been sufficiently aroused,
Then, while I am still open -
Come, sir! And at least, browse!

PS This poem comes from my first collection of poetry titled EMOTIONALLY QUALIFIED! I have set this poem to music and love to sing it, when my energy levels allow me.

It was a Finalist in Wordjammin National Performance Poetry Competition and published in the Anthology of Best Australian Performance Poetry (2005). Just wanted to share this with you...

More details can be found on Google (under Ariette Singer)

With best wishes

Ariette Singer

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Ms Wise and Discerning
by: Another hopeful

Wishing all the best of luck you need to find that elusive "mature and clear thinker", who'll grasp at first reading how "original and true" you are, and "fully comprehend" your nature and needs - he'll be your constant "reader"!

Pre-read
by: Ted E.

This may be a book that the library should send notices stating, "OVER DUE."

Pre-read
by: Ted E.

Some books are so interesting one cannot "Put them down."

Usually I get a pre-read book, only to discover there are a few chapters missing.

like a book
by: Anonymous

Just what a man needs, a woman that can be read like a book.

Usually, it's the other way - - a woman brags that 'she can read a man like a book.'

(Just hope that a few chapters are not missing.)

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Bushfires 2009

by Anonymous

Some lines I wrote while flying back to Victoria from New Zealand on 20th February, in the middle of the dreadful bushfire disasters:

Sad pink smoke layers
above the clouds
across the Tasman Sea

smoke that hours ago was
houses, people, trees


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Sad but perceptive
by: Jill

Thank you for sharing your thoughts about the bushfires - remarkable that the smoke had drifted so far.

You made me feel as though I were in that aeroplane with you.

drifting over the waves
rising into the heavens
dissolving into nothingness

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