Crying in the dead of night for love that's lost you see
Stupid bloody cupid he has played some tricks on me
If I catch the little bastard ill stick his arrow up his knee
That not the only place he'll feel it he will never have a wee
Stupid little noddy bastard I'll smack his arse with glee
He is lead on by women who have it in for me

This is an analasis of the poem

Cupid is a famous archer who is often associated with love and romance. However, in this case, the speaker of the poem seems to have a negative opinion of him. They are upset that Cupid has played tricks on them and caused them pain. The speaker expresses their desire to catch Cupid and punish him for his actions. They also express their intention to take revenge on Cupid by sticking his arrow up his knee, which is a metaphor for causing him physical pain.

The poem also suggests that the speaker's negative experiences with love have led them to have a negative perception of Cupid. They believe that Cupid is a "stupid bloody cupid" who has played tricks on them and caused them pain. The speaker also implies that Cupid is not the only one to blame for their problems, stating that women who have it in for them have also contributed to their pain.Overall, the poem expresses a negative view of Cupid and his actions, and suggests that the speaker is looking for revenge and punishment for the pain he has caused them

Love

Smiling on my soul crying in the sky
He went away and left me and never said good-bye
Hurting in my mind devil's got my heart
torn it from my sun shine and tore it apart

Never speak of love hate has got my name
only hear of change did not ever blame
Black clouds of love in a desert storm
Shaken from my sleep back to ever norm

Speaking love from never gone from broken dreams
Nothing is left of love and lousy luck it seams
I love with you yesterday never any more
my broken heart smashed upon the friggen shore...............

lost friend

The day is long and feeling dread
my heart is torn no tears to shed
my son is gone from me its said
the pain will go its in my head

time slips by.

Today is raining on my house
I sit here quietly with out my spouse
Where is she I do not know
My fiery heart is a glow
Made of water wind and rain
I smile at me there is no pain
Sounds of rain up on my roof
there is no pain there is no proof
love is here around me now
..................................cow

The smart arse and the uncooperative.

The smart arse and the uncooperative are seen by the managers of fear.
Selected to be made fun of for someones ego to blame when they make not right.

The smart arse and the uncooperative are the doers of all work and are unseen by the majority.
The majority of of can't do or I won't do so they can complain.
When the smart arse and the uncooperative are always at the sharp end of success.
They say aren't they lucky.

Fuck off there is no luck involved only fucking hard work and toil.
That is why we are branded the smart arse and the uncooperative.

written in 1998 after my last sacking for being carried out of Wongawilli colliery on a stretcher.

Whistle

The wind sings a song
Sun sets behind a mountain
Smell success the more it ingrain
Love of a country all the same
Whistle a tune in my mind.

butterfly

Back in 2000 I wrote this small ditty called Butterfly.
Butterfly butterfly from earth you leap
To swim through the heavens with out a peep
To sore high on wing
to glide so steep you little thing
From where you came was a wonder
Through storm and wind and now some thunder.