Jerry Behr Number 2 Poems

My Children had grown up and left
home ages ago, no more can I hear
their footsteps nor their echoes of
laughter throughout the home.
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A few years back I started to learn about computers and word
processing which opened up a whole new world for me.The computer
allowed me to rearrange sentences and words where ever
I liked and learned how to write my own poetry book.
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As a poet I welcome you to the symposium of the “Self Talkers” of the world.
This symposium is only for the dedicated self talkers and not for casual users.
It means being a real self talker who talk to themselves on a daily basis.
For years and years, month in month out since day dot.
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Throughout the ages poets wrote about anything and
everything under the sun. They wrote about sunshine,
it’s raining, cloudiness, or it’s windy any subject that
comes to mind. The leaves on trees, and bees that fly
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For thousands of years man relied on the horse for
transport, the horse was a magnificent animal that
responded well to all his commands. Man could run
the horse in all weather conditions,
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Well-ordered society on employment hinged.
Governments can’t understand why the masses whinged.
Now however every town and suburb is wracked by unemployment.
Governments are becoming draconian, authoritarian, administrative deployment.
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Well computer its back to normal now,
After all that chaos,
I’ve learned a lot.
Just for the moment things got out of control.
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In Australia there is a democracy, its political machinery is made of the party systems. In order to form governments, people have a choice of numerous parties. Two dominant parties are the Liberals and Labor,
one or other has been in power with policies they tailor.

The Labor Party is a powerful party in its own right,
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He came by sea, along with all the
Others of the throng who all had enough of all the
“Attila The Nuts” of the world. So they all said goodbye to their native
Homelands where ever that maybe and set sail for the Land Down Under.
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Looking out of my window today it is a grey day,
with a sprinkling of rain. I miss the sunshine on green palm trees,
the flitting of birds criss- crossing between red bottle brushes.
This summer has been a depressing summer with many grey days,
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