Without doubt

 Dave without doubt

You are doubly stout

And tripley rare

With quadruplet care. 

Only Chloe

Oh, what’s the right gift for a Chloe?

It can’t be the same for a Joey?

It must be unique. It might need mystique.

It may even require something showy.

Mind the mess

 

Well, here we are in the mud

We tried to climb out with a thud

Estranged

It is written

If your brother is distressed 

Bout what you eat or drink

You’re not properly dressed

In the love you often think

Sudden passings

Beloved puppy beyond my reach

My beautiful companion 

I laughed so where now is my speech

How did I you abandon 

Toe-night

Nonight sweetheart, sleep tight tonight

Don’t forget to remember your tax could bite

Two be

We could be two

If you wanted to

New muddle

A kiss and a cuddle

For the first of the muddle

And a cat on your lap

So you can’t do it back

Mud

These footsteps that you left here

In my mud strewn mire

You trudged upon my year

To aid my coastline dire 

Honey

It's funny

Just seen her

It's sunny

To meet her

Crying

No use in crying

Watch her walk away

No point in pining

Watch them turn away

I could tell a tale

 

Words can tend to fail

I want to say so much

I could tell a tale

Of Wendy’s golden touch

Beneath my floor

 Look beneath my fault and floor.

Meet someone else behind my door.

Susan

For me you’ve been a tree

Standing tall and strong

Stretching out to reach 

Me in my stricken song

Jack-built

This is my house that Jack built

I'm not racked with guilt by the cracked tilt

My back is not wilted by the black silt

Though this is a house on a shack stilt

Neeping my kerve

I’ve got a lead deg

I can’t marely bove

But I’m stread hong

With prothing to nove

Holidays

Lizards

Bees

Plants

Trees

Like Pooh

One day off

(I forgot too

Until the night before)

The Bookbook

Oh no! So sad!

I’ve finished my book

I took as long as I could

I’m lost, I’m cooked!

Care less

I should care less

My distress is useless

I should get used to us

Samwise

Motivation

My devotion to myself

Has long stagnated 

Legless Wonderer

No single sclerosis
Is scarring my brain
Just one diagnosis
I’m going insane

Unkarchered territory

Mixer mitosis

Stinky my bean

Qwok home syndrome

Topsy between

Birthday Dave

Data Dave

Is very brave

He battles the numbers

And never blunders

Unholme syndrome

You wanted me no more 

My brokenness was rife

You clutched the kids you bore 

It’s me you unadore

Summer

Blue skies

Green grass

Sun shines

Days last

Testing One Two

Testing 1, 2

It’s covered my shoe 

Testing 3, 4

My knees are sore

Testing 5, 6

My waist is in bits

Testing 7, 8

My chest is dead weight 

Testing 9, 10

My neck is at an end

Testing 11, 12

My head’s on the shelf

Bottled Bee

Would you muzzle a humming bird

To hear it sing no more

Would you bottle a honey bee

To taste no more toffee

Bush Walking

Sleeping Beauty

Cradle Bed

Cathedral Nap

Dreamy Head

Some things

A bug on a wall

An ant in a hole

A bee on a bush

Your very own soul

Yes today

Yesterday 

All my troubles seemed they’re here to stay

Now it looks as though they’re far away

Oh, I believe

In yes to day 

Not headed for Town

There is a staring stair

That winds its way to me

If you but wanted it

Turn and look and see

Winding straight

May your track wind straight

May your hill always climb

May your river keep flowing

May you get there on time

September first

Happy spring

Happily sing

Spring out of bed

Sing off your head

A time to heal

Do you want me to be silent

Do you wish I’d close my heart

Do you want me to be private

Like when you drove me part

Bigga bogga

Bigga bogga 

Bigga bogga 

Bigga bogga boo

My little Brudda did a

Big fat ... [poo]

Home at heart

Happy husband

And father of four 

My work and toil

Is rarely a bore

Liji Beau

Liji, Liji Beau

Liji, Liji Beau

Where does all the food go?

Liji Beau

Whoopsy toopsy

Whoopsy toopsy

Bobbily boo

I done a big poopsy

And missed the loo

Couch Joey

 Cloud sack baby

Flops on a couch

Wants to be a wallaby 

In his Mother’s pouch

Silly Dad

Silly Daddy

Smelly socks

Naughty Daddy

Hairy jocks

Not a lot

 

I’m trying

That’s for sure.

I’m giving

All I’ve got.

A-merry-cana

Cool bananas 

Warm Bahamas 

Silly lamas 

Serious farmers

Bono

There once was a little dog Bono

Who to every question would answer “dunno?”

Anymore

“Don’t blow me any kisses”

You don’t want them anymore 

You loathe my little raspberries 

“Don’t blow them at the door”

Falling

Silly me sacrificing

Everything for thee

When all along I’m slaving

For naught but else than me

My Bread

The bread that feeds the will

Gives life to mortal me

The Lord the Word is still

Made flesh for all to see

Eaglehawk Neck

Eaglehawk Neck

Falconkite Lip

Tunaseal Leg

Jellyshark Hip

Gallery

Suddenly I’m standing

In an open gallery 

It looks to be expanding 

Much more than I can see

The Agony

The inner loss of losing you

Despite my love and plea

There is no greater agony

Than to lose your love for me