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Take sometime from the hustle and bustle of traffic, pause, give your mouse a rest.   Step out on the pavement and let me entertain you.

CLICKING, CLICKING, CLICKING.
From early in the morning
Till bedtime late at night
I’m clicking, clicking, clicking
It’s doing in my head
I am an internet marketer
Please won’t you join my down-line
I spend my days looking at your
So you can look at mine
To do this I need credits
To get enough takes time
So I sit here in traffic for hours
Clicking, clicking, clicking
May I tell you folks
That some of yours
Are driving me bananas
Trisha of Indiana is tired after 17 years of
Clicking, clicking, clicking
Patrick, take your survey club
And stick it where the sun don’t shine
God, Fruta Vida’s everywhere,
the answer to all our prayers
Well whoop-de-do but I can’t stand you
You lock me up and slow me down
I cannot surf
Blast, I’ve just been passed
By another surfer at ts25
Can’t take much more,
Means less chance to show you mine
Another marble just hit the floor
Must go now and keep
Clicking,clicking, clicking

By Joy Faulkner

SHUTTLE TO MOTHER-SHIP
There’s a hole in the sky
Letting death rays in
The rain comes down
And burns the skin
Another forest fall
Losing oxygen, hard to breathe
And the fat cat sits
In a tall glass tower
Counting his money
Hour after hour

A black slick on
The ocean boils
Dumping ground for human soils
Raped by drift net, void of life
Another food chain lost
Losing sustenance, hard to feed
And the fat cat sits
In a tall glass tower
Counting his money
Hour after hour

Paranoia spreads over the land
People see others through eyes of fear
Minds poisoned by chemicals
Science baffled by new disease
Humanity buckling at the knees
Trying to breed through rubber sheathes
And the fat cat sits
In a tall glass tower
Counting his money
Hour after hour

The shuttle flew low across the sky
“Shuttle commander to mother-ship
Permission to leave this dying planet
Not even worth the time to burn it.
There only appears to be
One lower life form left at all
A fat cat sits in a large glass bowl
With bulging cheeks, and saucer eyes
Surrounded by piles of useless paper
Hardly worth turning to vapour.”
By Joy Faulkner
GENERATIONS PAST
Make love, not war, a rebel yell
Woodstock, it rose and then it fell
The birthplace of a hope for peace
A search for truth that will not cease
But dreams of youth are fleeting things
Were they not puppets pulled by strings

Where are the children of that hour
With their hippie beads and their flower power
Youthful arms stretched out in quite rage
Aimed at those of a different age
Woodstock, was it all a lie, just another name
Is the word generation not to blame

Woodstock, a generation of the past
The future catches up so fast
Establishment, to be mistrusted, a dirty word
But wait, after all these years, it seems absurd
Look around, who pulls the strings? They now reign
Have you felt the peace and love or just more pain

Have you heard the cry of youth today
Listen close, you may hear them say
Woodstock never really went away, just a name
Generation is the thing to blame, it will always be the same
So act your age, put on that tie and collar
Your turn has come to chase the almighty dollar

By Joy Faulkner
GOODBYE JOE
You came in a dream
Unraveled as in a fable
Silk, created from a sows ear
True beauty in the beast
In the eye of the beholder
The stuff legends are made of

For dreamers weave fables
Breathe life into legends
Pay the price for the blessing
For legends can’t die

Out on a hill where ghostly
Crowds linger still, laid to waste
In memory of past glory
Forgotton by fickle masses
Trapped in a world of lost embraces
Left to wander, down unknown streets
Where tomorrows legends are found

For dreamers weave fables
Breathe life in to legends
Pay the price for the blessing
For legends can’t die

Row upon row of poppies
Blowing in the wind of adulation
Don’t be fooled by their beauty
Lurking within they are waiting
Fanned by cool breezes, lay hidden diseases
Their heads bent and broken, sweet nectar run dry
Seeds of a new legend reach for the sky

For dreamers weave fables
Breathe life into legends
Pay the price for the blessing
For legends can’t die

You came in a dream
Plucked up in eagles talon, screeching
Turned to bloodcurdling nightmare
Suffocating in a sea of greenbacks
Lay waste in the wake of glorious talent
For the prison of a cold cement palace
Wave the legend goodbye
By Joy Faulkner

This poem is dedicated to my favourite rocker. Joe Cocker. Rock on!!!

DREAMTIME WALKABOUT

There’s a gem in the hills of Eden
A cackling call of kookaburra
The passionate sigh in timeless silence
Blinded by the thunderous beauty
Of a simple garden variety sweet pea
Visions of blissful contentment
Down the information highway
In a dreamtime walkabout

Glorious inner beauty abounds
From this wondrous soulful flower
Showering flickering bursts of light
Through technological wizardry
Joy reaches out tran-tasmanly
Tenderly it touches me
Vivid portraits of peace and tranquility
Whispering eloquently sensuality and love
The pounding heart can be heard
Down the information highway
In a dreamtime walkabout

Mechanically connected
Soul-mate to soul-mate
Long searched for sweet perfection
Kindling desire, lighting the fire
Cherished sweetheart, worthy of the wait
Transversing from dream machine
To beauteous reality
Awesome is the word that travels
Down the information highway
In a dreamtime walkabout

By Joy Faulkner

WELCOME TO THE ERA OF FEAR

No wonder the willow weeps
It hears humanity crying in its sleep
So frightened of dying
So frightened of living
See how they run from the sun
Hear the cry, cover up or you die
Paranoia, welcome to the era of fear

Put out that fag your polluting my air
The booze is gonna get ya, take care
The grim reaper is everywhere
Don’t you think you should lose weight
Christ no, you can’t eat that
Living it seems is in the sunflower seed

So frightened of dying
So frightened of living
See how they run, paranoia
Welcome to the era of fear

See how they run, from everyone
Even lovings a sin
Skin to skin
In the heat of the night
When the time is oh so right
Hear lovers sigh, cover up or you die
Pleasure killer, and the moment is gone
Paranoia, welcome to the era of fear

Joy Faulkner

FOR THE FLICK OF A SWITCH

Weep willow weep
For even as you sleep
Man and his machine
Will steal your river
And you will wake to find
You’re crying in the desert

Damn you man, go to the sun
For your power
Reap the wind
Harness the ocean
But leave me in peace
Let me be

Strange said the swan
I’d this impression
That this lake was mine
Generations have pasted
Now you say I am the last

Damn you man, go to the sun
For your power
Just for the flick of a switch
You will take all this beauty
Turn it into a ditch

The swallow flew up
He yawned, he was bored
He’d seen it all before
The willow has wept
The mountain has slept
The river has rushed to the ocean
For years, shed no tears
The mighty have power
But the mighty they fall
And the meek inherit the earth

By Joy Faulkner

CAN YOU HELP ME FRIEND
Out of the shadows of memory
A haunting dream mystifies me
She comes, and disappears repeatedly
She looks down in sorrow
At the flower clutched in her hand
And I cry at her simplicity
As she offers it to me, and pleads
Can you help me friend
This flower appears to have lost its power

The confusion of it wakes me
I don’t understand
But soon enough I drift back to sleep
And find her waiting there for me
An artist vision in full surround
The horizon is fill with artillery fire
The hills behind her run with blood
The field at her feet are strewn with dead
I know it’s a dream, I want to wake
But she stares at me with those soulful eyes
Her hair glows gold in the blazing skies
Her shell like beads tug at her throat
Like a phantom from the past
She looks down in sorrow
At the flower clutched in her hand
And I cry at her simplicity
As she offers it to me, and pleads
Can you help me friend
This flower appears to have lost its power

I curse this dream, as she disappears
Leaving me with unknown fears
I want to laugh, I don’t know why?
I wish she would stay a while
So I could hold her
That’s what I should have told her
Everytime it’s the same
This crazy dream, leaves me cold
Wondering what her message was
And I cry at her simplicity
As she offers me that wilting flower
And once again she says to me
Can you help me friend
This flower appears to have lost its power
By Joy Faulkner

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CONWAY WHO??

My friends say I’m going crazy
They say come on girl, what have you been smokin
Doesn’t bother me, they think I’m jokin
Set my sights on a New York condo
Nothing to this songwriting thing
But bless my soul, so many words
Blasting round my head, and all I can say is
Hey ditty do wah do wah do

Can you see them rolling in the aisle
Hey girl, are you living in the past
Hey ditty do wah do wah do
Sounds like something sung by Conway Twitty

Can you get there on a wing and a prayer
All it takes is a great one liner
Like a poet with writers block
I sent a letter to my love
Knocked on heavens door, been to paradise
Traveled the road to hell, kisses an angel as well
The words are screaming round and round
And all I can find to say is
Hey ditty do wah do wah do

Can you see them rolling in the aisle
Hey girl, are you living in the past
Hey ditty do wah do wah do
Sounds like something sung by Conway Twitty

The streets of New York are paved with gold
Just get a million records sold
Such a pity. Trying to take the market by storm
Words exploding in my head, so much to be said
Going to kiss my baby goodbye, make a grown man cry
Take you up, bring you down, act the clown
Just when I find the words, pen is poised
Try to get it down, all I can say is
Hey ditty do wah do wah do
Hey ditty do wah do wah do
By Joy Faulkner
Silly really :-)

NEVER THE TWAIN

I am a splash on the sea of devotion
You are the star that twinkles so bright
I am the whistle in the wind of emotion
You are the moonbeam that lights up the night
I reach out to touch
Your no greater than I
With sadness I cry
Never the twain shall meet

I am a cloud, the cotton-wool dreamer
You are the light at the end of the tunnel
I am the raindrop in the pool of lifes schemers
You are the roar of a mighty ships funnel
I reach out to touch
Your no greater than I
With sadness I cry
Never the twain shall meet

I am a fan blowing flowers your way
You are a world wonder, here to stay
I am a river of love, no less than thee
You are the mountain lake that feeds me
I reach out to touch
Your no greater than I
With sadness I cry
Never the twain shall meet

By Joy Faulkner

 

Author’s note: Don’t know what part of the cranium some of these poems fell out of. I am no greenie and have no time for the bunch of trendy lefties that are running the world these days. I can only imagine that they are very successful brainwashers J

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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