Thinking out Loud

By Peter Sterns

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Jun 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664104792

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Copyright © 2021 by Peter Sterns.

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Contents

Ireland

Jails

James

The Jogger

Joy Ride

Just Words

Justice

Justice for All

Justice Today!

Karma

Kate Carnell

Keeping Track

Kissing

Knowing when!

Land titles!

Language

Last century!

Last Words

Last Man

Lawman

Laws and Laws

Learning The Hard Way

Legacy

Legend

Life’s Choices

Light pollution?

The Lodge

Look for Me

Love is...

Lovely

The Lover

The Lucky Country

Lucky

Make Believe World

Making Changes!

Martyrs

Maybe

Meaning of Life

Meanings

The Milker

Mindful

Missed Chance!

Missing out in life!

Missionaries

Mixed Up

Mobile Madness

Modern Playboys!

Monuments

Monumental

Moon Talk

The Mountain

Movies

Joy ride

Mushroom

Music

My Drugs

Myth or Reality

Necessities of Life

New Hope

New Years Resolutions

Next Decade

No Sympathy

No Us

Not A Sure Thing

Not Again

NSW Rail

Numero Uno

Nurses

Oddities

Old Age

Old Knights

One of Many

On Your Bike

Options!

The Oracle

Our Future!

Our Prospects

Our Worth

Outsourcing

Paddy’s Holiday Plans

Parking Meters

Passing Through Life

Past and Present

Peace

The Pen

Perception of Life

Perhaps – According to Banjo

Petrol

Phone Cards

Excuses, Excuses

Telephones

Plan Ahead

Plane Crash Survival!

Plans

The plea!

Poet

Political Choices

Politics and Climate Changes

Ponderance

Power Crisis

The Prayer

The Preacher

Present Day!

Present Days

Presenters

President

Pride

The Promise

Promises, Promises

The Prophet

Puppeteer

The Quest

Racism

The Racist

Rage!

Rambo!

Reality

Reality

Reasons

Reasons

Reflecting

Reform!

Regrets

Relief

Remember?

Republic

Resolutions

Retirement

Retiring

The Ring of Truth

Road Rage

Rumours

Running

Saint Nicholas

Sanity

Santa Claus

Santa

Saturday Night Fever!

Saturday Night

Savages

Save Uluru

Saying Grace

Sayings

Scam Calls

Scandals!

Season Greetings

The Secret

See You Again

Service

Seventeen

Shooting Gallery

Signs?

Sinful

Country Singers

Sixty

Smart

Smoking

The Snowies

Sold

The Solution

Songs

Spares

The Stain

Standards!

Stars

Still The Same

Stocks and Bonds

Stories

Success

Summertime

Support

Swan Lake

Sydney Opympics

Sympathy

Take-Over

Talk!

The Tax Break

The Tax Reform

Telling lies!

Temptations

Texting

Thank You

That Day

The Answer

The Big Picture

The Blessing

The End of Dreams

The Future

The Future for Iraq

The Ghost Rider

The Golden Touch!

The Holy Land

The Joke

The Last Straw

The Legend

The Man in Black!

The Meaning

The Mess

The Mystery of Life

The New Future

The Next Time

The Last Straw

The Pancake Effect

The Plea of The Nation

The Politico

The Prize!

The Promise

The Quest

The Question!

The Ride

The Sacrifice

The Secret

The Smile

The Song of Life

The Spider

The Storms of Life!

The Sweet Life

The Talk

The Teaching

The Tombstone

The Trophy

The Universe

The Wind

The Plan

Theories!

The Three R’s

Till

Today’s World

Trading Places!

Traditions

Traditions

Travelling

The Troops Reply!

Trouble on Cactus Island!

True Lies!

True or False?

Tunes Ain’t Tunes!

TV Evangelists

Twilight

Uncertain

Until

Useful

Vaccination

Waiting for an answer

Walk softly!

What is Ahead

Where and When

Who Can

A Curious Man!

A Glass of Wine!

A Letter to My Friends

A Moment in Time!

A Road That Never Ends

Andy

Anzac’s

Autumn of Life

Barroom Songs

Be Yourself!

Between Heaven and Hell!

Broken Bridges

Charity Charades

Closed Mind

Dream of Me

Dreaming Again

Dreams of Legends

Values!

War and Peace

War

A Bleak Future

A Dim Future

A Friend

A Love from The Past

A New Song

A New Start!

A Safari

Alone

An Old Song

An Oldie

Another Glass

Anzac Day 2003!

Apocalyptic

Apps

Assumed Rights

Aussies

Bad Behaviour

Bandits

BBL

Be Serious

Beauty

Big Bang Theory

The Biker

The Bird

Blame

Boxing Day

Passing the Buck

Bush Fires

The Caller

Candidates

Can’t Find Love

Carefree

Caring

The Carnell Syndrome

Catchy Tunes

Champions

Change of Heart

Choices

Climate

Collection Time

Commuters

Coping with Life

Politically Correct

Country Singers

Creams Ain’t Creams

Crime and Punishment

Cruelty

Crusaders

Culture of ISIS

Cup of Life

Cycles

Dale

Decisions, Decisions

Democracy

Depression Blues

Diet

Dilemmas

Dining

Dinner

Distant Youth

Don’t Look Back

Don’t Worry

Doors

Downtrodden

Dream On

The Dream

Dreams

Dreams

Drinking and Dreaming

Drivers!

Drought

Drug free?

Dr. Who?

Encouragement!

Finding Wisdom

Fire

Flying

Food

Forever Yours

Freedom

Future Generations

Gaining Wisdom

Gambling

Games

Ghost rider!

Ghosts

Golf

Gone for Good

Gone

Good Will

Graffiti

Grass Ain’t Grass

Green

Greenhouse Gas

Greenhouse

The GST

Guns

Happy 2019

Hard times!

Harken the Word

Hawaiian Law

Health Hazard

Head in The Sand

Heart

Heaven’s Door

Help

Helpful

Helping Hand

Hero

Hits?

Holidays!

Honest Politicians?

Hope and Cheer!

Hopeful

Hopeful

Hoping

Hot?

How Lucky Can One Man Be

Howard’s Heroes

Hugh Grant

Human Kind

I Know Better

I Wonder

Identities

Idle Hands

If Only We Could!

If

Imagine

Imports?

In a Hurry

Interpretations

The Interview

The beauty of Ireland is breathtaking, yet they kill each other.

Religion against religion. Is God a different being to each one?

Or are the Irish really that stupid? I can’t believe that!

Ireland

Artists like Foster and Allan

sing of this beautiful isle,

there are others who are tellin’

stories that’ll make you smile.

Their hills are rolling and green,

their songs the sweetest ever heard.

The Blarney Stone just has to be seen,

yet murder seems the guiding word.

Today’s front-page story it is hot,

a man taken from his new-born son,

left to die after he’d been shot,

tell me, what was it, that he had done?

The Reverend Ian Paisley,

what a wondrous sight to see,

is walkin’ like a grizzly,

preaching hatred to you and me.

I think it sounds like libel

if he calls himself a man of the cloth,

maybe to quote part of the Bible,

they ought to stone him, burn him, or both.

So what if you’re Orange or Green,

you all believe in the same God,

and when you die, you’ll be seen

lying under the same old sod.

Amazed at how easy criminals seem to be able to escape.

Could someone take the blindfolds off the men in blue?

Blindfolds? Hey, why is it so dark in here?

Jails

When you’re convicted, you go to jail,

you can’t leave, even if you pay bail.

You are there to pay your dues,

and are guarded by the men in blue.

But things in prisons are looking dim,

we just can’t contain the crim.

Whether maximum security or the farm

they seem to escape without much harm.

Why are the guards not being guards?

Could it be, they are playing cards?

Let’s not have arguments or fights,

but could the last crim out, turn off the lights!

James

Here is a man who of his own free will

was trained and given a licence to kill.

And that is probably why we’re so fond,

of this agent, named James Bond.

About this man who is so suave,

who made his debut in From Russia with Love.

He is so cool in every scene,

that from then on the girls would dream,

that the man they hope to find,

was of that same, special kind.

Who never made a woman feel used,

drinks Vodka Martinis, stirred, not bruised.

He is tough, yet he has charm

and when surprised, shows no alarm.

You might meet him in a zoo,

definitely in Doctor No.

He is serious, yet can be fun,

as he proved in The Man with the Golden Gun.

He has enemies all over the world,

yet always finishes up with the girl.

In Casino Royal, he broke no hearts,

but proved to be a wizard at cards.

He can ski, swim and dive,

even a racing car, he can drive.

Once he almost got caught

when he made like an astronaut.

He nearly died taking a sauna,

and knows all about flora and fauna.

He saves the world for all and sundry,

if nothing else, for Queen and country.

So it’s no wonder that even men are fond,

of this agent, named James Bond.

The Jogger

There he comes, around the bend,

the clothes he wears, the latest trend.

A German would say: Was ist das?

But you know his shoes are Adidas.

The hair is ruffled on his head,

he is lean and trim, not overfed.

The shirt he wears clings to his chest,

the shape alone, says it’s the best.

He has a girl there by his side,

but he takes it all in his stride.

His hair is dark, complexion fair,

he laps it up, the cold fresh air.

Every morning, mile after mile,

rain or sunshine, he wears a smile.

If you weren’t jealous and had guts,

you’d admire the way that he struts.

You don’t see better, seldom worse,

you shake your head and nearly curse

the man who wears the latest clobber,

for he is nothing but a juppy jogger.

Stolen car runs a red light.

Two people die.

Surviving passenger claims to be innocent victim of circumstances.

Yeah, right.

Joy Ride

You lie here, bleeding, your lips swollen,

you deny knowing, the car was stolen!

You say, the driver, when he was alive,

simply asked you, to come for a drive?

Well, it was scary, I did get a fright

when he was laughing, as he ran a red light.

And I could have crawled right into the ground,

when I heard the police siren sound.

I said, slow down, you can’t make it,

you’re no racing driver, so don’t fake it.

The last thing I saw, before the crash,

was the blue lights behind us flash.

I’m real sorry, to hear two people died,

but that’s the truth, no, I haven’t lied.

So that’s my story, yeah, that is it,

that’s how it was, and I’m sticking to it!

Just Words

Tell me your secrets, so I can pass them along

I will tell nobody but I’ll write them in a song

Who will believe the words I have to say

About something that happened just the other day

So tell me your secrets and don’t you be shy

And don’t you even bother to ask me just why

It will be remain our secret and nothing can go wrong

Because they are nothing but words to a song

A man got beaten for breaking

And entering, gets a mint for his troubles.

Justice

Here come de judge, here come de judge,

Break and entering for 50 grand, what a bludge.

To be a criminal seems is not so bad

Especially if the judge in question has gone mad.

But the part that I really like the best

Are 18 grand to the mother for stress.

I’ve tried buying tickets in Lotto but did no good

And now I’m considering becoming a hood.

I don’t want to give anyone a bum steer

But one break and enter is worth more than working 2 years.

Now if I can put up with the headaches than this

Is the future for retiring with money and drunken bliss.

Justice for All

3 cheers for the pollies and the job they all do

and the words they use to really screw you.

They scream at the $17 for those down on their luck

But reward themselves a weekly $100 bucks.

The story I heard on the latest news

Is bound to give all bleeding hearts the blues.

There is a polli who is crying over his sirloin steak

For leaking info, he’s losing his $30000 bonus cheque.

Mr Costello’s laugh comes from deep down in his belly

When he suggested $300 will buy a fridge or a telly.

I can’t understand this political bunch,

When was the last time they ate a $5 lunch?

Petrol prices are another bone of contention

Something the pollies don’t like to mention.

Over a dollar per litre and more than half is tax

And they tell you to sit back and relax.

Howard tells us in his weener voice

That times are hard and he’s got no choice.

He’s got people to care for and to slug

And despite of what you think, he’s no thug.

He is concerned about the aged and poverty

But doesn’t understand the word REALITY.

One day his head will hit the road with a thud

When reality will pull his head out of his own butt.

Justice Today!

You are all my loyal subjects

Said the king upon his throne

You are there right before me

But up here I’m all alone

Someone stole a pound of butter

Someone took somebody’s wife

And as the law prescribeth

He shall now forfeit his life

But the law today is different

And no longer shall you die

Rape and murder, drugs are ruling

No one sees the victims cry

Today the judges they are stealing

Causing pain and misery

Instead of passing justice

They sell freedom for a fee

Once the path of justice

Was prescribed to us so clear

Now corruption rules the world

Sodom and Gomorra once again are near!

Karma

Sometimes when I see there’s no-one there

People think I have a heart of stone

But I’d rather be here than anywhere

So I can dream my dreams alone

Memories flood in like the ocean waves

Tears will flow like rivers to the sea

There are flowers dying on a lonesome grave

You can never change what had to be

Is Kate afraid to let someone else speak?

Chances are they might tell the truth.

Oh, woe is me.

Kate Carnell

I’m on television, almost all the time,

to deny a rumour, or, to dedicate a sign.

I am here, simply on my own volition,

don’t you know, and to knock the opposition.

I don’t crave fortune, notoriety or fame

just as long as everyone knows me and my name.

Some say that for recognition I lust,

but who else could speak for me, who do I trust?

I’m so busy being a minister and a wonderful mother,

that I have to run, to get from one interview to another.

And, while my own accolades I sing,

remember, I am the Minister for everything!

Claims and counter claims on who

Knew the truth about the boat people and

The children.

Keeping Track

It seems the story that caused a lot of commotion

Was about children being thrown out into the ocean.

We are told about it by a minister named Peter Reith

Who’s telling us the truth, right through his lying teeth.

Is this a way to run this sunburned land?

Someone is lying, yet we hear on the other hand,

I am Johnny and my word is as good as gold,

And I tell you folks – I really was not told.

Now with all this wining and dining and flying all about

It is hard to keep track of my political clout.

All claims besides mine are definitely false

Because I have my finger firmly on the pulse.

Political gain? Now who on earth said that?

If I were a gambler I would have a safe bet.

And say the Labour Party is causing me this woe

Because as the Prime Minister I would never sink this low.

Kissing

Rex Hunt, on his fishing trips

will catch a fish, then kiss it’s lips.

Some of you might be fishermen of late,

but kissing a fish, doesn’t make it a date.

And if with Catholicism you can cope

you might get to kiss the ring of the Pope.

And whether you are young or you are old,

but kissing the Pope’s ring of gold?

At other times, the Pope is on his seat,

and some lucky people get to kiss his feet.

But if fishing and religion are really your thing,

don’t count on me to kiss fish, feet or anyone’s ring.

Knowing when!

It is I who does the walking

On this wide and open road

It was you who did the talking

With a mouth in overload

Now my ears they are still ringing

From the words that you have said

And I guess you weren’t singing

When you told me to drop dead

But I think I’m gonna make it

For I’m half way out of town

And will not have to fake it

When you said I was your clown

I believe that we must travel

On a dusty winding road

Amongst the rocks and the gravel

And to carry our own load

But when our burden is too heavy

We must learn to love and greave

But we also need to have the savvy

To know when to stay or when to leave!

News item reports:

Muslims beat Cook to Australia!

Land titles!

The Muslims claim to have beaten Captain Cook by 200 years or so

To the Australian mainland and any southern