Regrets: He has none.

When he was a child
He was gentle and so mild

He had two who he called brother
One was bigger, one was smaller

He had a manly father
With who he had bother

They teased his softness
It was all so relentless

They called him a sissy
A girl and a pansy

But he showed them though
And became the tough bro

As he grew, inside he cried
As he grew, outside he lied

Inside he suffered brutally
Outside he offered brutality)

All his life he fought himself
Till it cost him all his health

Then he put the hurt away
Till over him it held no sway.

He allowed the inner out
It held much more clout

As he forgave his tormentor
To others he became a mentor

Becoming soft and gentle again
He could have no greater gain

He gained two grandkids
Which toughness forbids

With fun and care they play
And he thanks Christ
They know him no other way.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

“The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks. See the line from a sufficient distance, and it straightens itself to the average tendency. Your genuine action will explain itself, and will explain your other genuine actions. Your conformity explains nothing. Act singly, and what you have already done singly will justify you now.”

Sonnet to the Telephone

Ringing up has changed, the phone no longer rings.
But redundant telephonist’s can take some solace,
Where once it only rung, it now clangs and sings,
Or vibrates and can even send a very happy face.

No longer do we dial, today we coldly tap to connect.
Don’t slam down a phone, for it has a fearful outcome.
Details, phones in physical contact, now beam and collect,
Tis an unnatural violation of the private space for some.

But if you think today is too scary and well beyond the pall,
Tomorrow will be much worse when technologies intersect.
For now we’ve engineered a way, to embed in the brain, for all,
Microchips with which we will all easily to the internet connect.

Damn you politicians and your bloody NBN for now I’ll forever live in fear
Of a beaming fluro clad techno, bearing a cable, wanting access to my rear.

Louisa’s Laughter

Woman’s eyes light as manliness goes by.
Invites an invitation, oft by look shyly given,
Ignored by higher intent, not missed by eye
With manly focus, a normal too narrow vision.

In worlds of two, where the future beckons four,
New choice no option, past option an only choice.
Others needs alone, dictate the need for no more,
True to choice, sanity condones no meddling voice.

Pleasures abound, in example an encouragement,
Mean pleasures forgone, do carry no sad regretting.
Lasting satisfy is found in heavenly achievement,
Belies base instant gratifying fleeting begetting.

When men need retire from earth’s allure, from love or wanton women rude,
Into a man’s world, where women seldom figure, women do only intrude.