Can of words - Poetry

INGHAM BOCCE BALL CLUB INTERNATION AL In honour of Ermidio (Mr glass of Vino) Coming in early with anticipation – the unlocking of the gates Smoothing the river sand – lines to be drawn – them waiting for our mates We get the chairs out and wipe the tables off the dust Players coming in now – good morning – the kitchen is open up Money is payed and then we’re waiting what partner it’ll be We’re getting our bocce balls out and waiting patiently Buzzing with excitement the air fans are put on full blast The shutter windows are open up to get the air in fast Names are called – teams are ready – we go to our appointed lane The kitty is thrown to get the distance – ready set we aim Now we throw precisely and pray close to the kitty it will go A cheer comes out from Sam – that was a very close throw We’re concentrating for the win – the score being first to thirteen The air is full of excitement – it’s great to be playing for the Ingham team We’re playing against ourselves – we’re practicing for the win Cause we’ll be competing against Mareeba, Townsville and even the Burdekin The cattle are grazing only a few feet away while we’re playing our game And just across the road is the view of the tallest sugar cane The cane has grown so fast that the houses and sheds it does conceal And in the distance beyond the cane you see mountain tops looking so surreal Lunch is great the friends I’ve made from playing bocce ball The skill of playing this here game of bocce international The game resumes after lunch – our concentration is a bit worn But soon we get back into the swing and the balls are precisely thrown I’ll fix it that’s my cry when things are looking bleak The ball is rolling slowly – to the kitty I hope it’ll seek The game winds down – the end is here – it’s time for the final score We go to the board to see – who the winner was over all Names are called – we clap and cheer – the winners to get the prize Then we pack away and head off home waiving our good-byes. Copyright 13/4/2008 Helena Piotrowski	*PLEASE EXPLAIN!!!!!* What freedom have we lost – what is our democracy? If you are of Danish origin – then you’re classified a Nazi But if you’re of Polish origin then in jail you will be So please don’t forget to dot my i and cross out my tee And this is all done in Queensland this ironic history With towns that possess an i – but don’t possess a tee So Ipswich and Ingham in Queensland have we got the possibility That one of us so called Nazi women will be head of our country Racial and sexism icons of us governments made – we’re going down in history When our political and judicial systems are casuistry What is this freedom that you gave our Nation – what is our democracy? For in this Nation Australia – we have total anarchy So Mr Kevin Rudd Prime Minister of our Nation Our famous words of us Danish Polish German women – WE NEED AN EXPLANATION! Copyright 2007 Helena Madsen Piotrowski STUCK Highways flooded can’t get past Water flowing over roads so fast We pay our taxes but highways hacked Accommodation full small towns packed From hospital treatments some have been Stuck so degrading to a human being Truckies north south westward bound All stuck in little country towns No pay no gain these companies lose The truck drivers out of pocket too No wonder our economy going down ‘Cause nobody can move out of towns Three tiers of governments can’t control For traffic to be able to smoothly flow There’s Cripps then there’s also Katter For years to them we just didn’t matter Supermarket shelves are all so bare Small businesses the brunt of this they wear Tourism suffering in our Nation too Flooded highways they can’t get through Looks like we all miss out – were out of luck ‘Cause we can’t move Rudd were all here Stuck Copyright 31/1/2009 Helena Madsen Piotrowski
RAGING STORMS Clouds coming thick and fast Black covering hot sun fast Show of lightning comes at last Air thick rumblings start Drops of rain big and bold Heavens open rains’ unfold Wind stirs whips around Stirring trees a musical sound Leaves thrashing fall to ground Like notes of autumn falling down Heavens fury earth to bear Lashed trees falling without care Puddles appear full gutters rush by Overflow rushing to rivers fly Then hail appears white as snow Big balls drop from heaven below Smashing anger fury reaps Ploughing down piles in heap Crack of lighting lights up the sky Blackness lights up shadows fly by Clouds crash together fiercely roars Thunder shudders windows and doors Raindrops heavy the ground it bores Raging rivers wash away shores High tide hacks away beaches Collapsing back yards houses reaches The storm reaches a pivotal point Structures collapsing feeling taut Stillness storms suddenly abates Sun peeping slowly cloud escapes Birds from shelters slowly heads rear Animals stirring traumatised fear Clouds roll away blue sky clear Beautiful rainbow does appear The end is still not insight ’Cause dengue fever now about Copyright 3/12/2008 Helena Madsen Piotrowski