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the measure of a woman

by

Stephan Hovell

a mans hands are his total worth,he learns to use them right from birth. a mans eyes bring him news,while his mind deciphers what he views. a mans ears are his own,words are cheap without tone. a mans taste shows his style,it`s on his tongue behind his smile. a mans nose in actual fact,is used to tell if there`s a rat. a mans touch is something real,if his presence you can feel. a mans legs are to let him stride,to walk with dignity and with pride. a mans measure are his manners,a social blueprint from parental planners. a mans shoulders are his size,the distance to check is from them to the skies. ! a mans urges are not personal,we`re all the same when no longer virginal. a mans actions can not be heard,but they are his loudest word. a mans home will be a castle to him,as he dies a thousand deaths from the safety within. a mans intentions are all very well,hitching a ride on the road to hell. a mans life to be free and easy,has no merit if he was sleazy. a mans backside he`ll let you kiss,he`ll even guide you so you don`t miss. a man may have many beliefs,a woman only wants what he`s got in his briefs.

the measure of a woman part 2

by

Stephan Hovell

a mans breath he takes from the air,in and out steadily getting his share. a mans will he may wish to impose,it`s who will and won`t let him I suppose. a man of logic will work things out,via reason or philisophical doubt. a man of intellect will like to think,anything is possible there is no brink. a man can develope a technical skill,suddenly his boots are hard to fill. a man in becoming a wealthy tycoon,without integrity is a loaded baboon. a man may boast that he is strong,silence is strength don`t get that wrong. a man will see many an ironic vision,`till finally he reackons with pyrronism. a good humoured man is pushed so far,but exceedi! ng his patience is a major pho-par. a man is a creature of simple needs,with a complex wife who cooks his feeds. a man amoungst men may be second to none,a mere glance from his wife will see him undone. a man will experience many problems in life,pale in significance to the one he calls my wife. a man when he dies is allways sadly missed,especially at his local,where he stood getting pissed. a mans spirit while he lives is what makes him him,when he passes,it floats to heaven and forever dwells within. there are only ten woman in heaven,I guess that`s just as well,for anymore than that,would make the place a hell.

The Un-natural Preference

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Stephan Hovell

The lessons in social etiquette,you give to a child, Should by intention,curb that youngster,from growing up too wild. Considerations bourne of courtesies,are societies needs and asks, Enableing children to grasp such things,are parental integral tasks. Children are contrary by nature,not but one is exempt, They need truth,love and guidance,within your best attempt. Subtle nepitism is not good,be aware that they can spoil, Lest you end up,raising a lout,with no integrity to toil. Children are people at the end of the day,not trinkets or items of treasure, As they grow up they need to be shown,manners will be their measure. Show me the child that was born,knowing right from wrong, An adults mistake to wait and find out! ,something well known all along. Cantankerous carry on from children,behaviour beyond the pale, May sadly oneday find a young adult,somewhere locked in a jail. Who will cry now,when milks been spilt,let`s all weigh the cost, The good advice that adults jilt,is how a cause is lost. Nowadays what is called tough love,is merely being cruel to be kind, Far better off in the long run,time and agaian you`ll find.

Vague Warning

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Stephan Hovell

Sleeping is merely one long blink,time to clearly see what you think. In our dreams there`s no one to pardon,run around naked because you own the garden. Not all dreams run a good course,we`ve all seen a dark she horse. When recalled it`s hard to bear,seemingly endless bad nightmare. Are we aware that we can fly,asleep in bed we see how high. There`s usually no arguing,not even a tiff, A peaceful ocean and your set adrift. Children also will have their dreams,the same awake or so it seems, They live in a world without a care,yet as adults they wouldn`t dare. They say you sleep a third of your life,that`s not true just ask my wife, ! she wakes me early every morning,trusty tent pole for the awning. Another day now is dawning,the night befores dream is a subliminal warning.

Stuck

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Stephan Hovell

Writers block,it`s just no good,finally something`s uderstood,poetry`s not done with ease,other peoples ears and minds to please. Beligerant rhetoric,scathing remarks,even if only to make some sparks. Sotto voce,what did I say ? can`t pen my vision to paper today. I bet if I joined a writers guild,many reams with my pen would soon be filled. What if that didn`t do the trick ?,pen not writing,like the ink`s too thick. It`s all in my mind,the very next line,exactly where is hard to find. It sure can be a very big place,all that unlimited inner space.

Thrusting Trust

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Stephan Hovell

Signs of the zodiac,chant a spell. Words from a bible,just as well. That large crystal ball,what`s to see?. God said whoever,believeth in me. A deck of tarot cards,shuffle them up. Plenty of holy water,use the cup. Too many bad omens,hard to sleep. The lords our shepherd,act like sheep. Please read my palm,and tell me the story. Good christian beliefs,in a kingdom of glory. A pattern in tea leaves,you hope for relief. Follow commandments,rid the grief. Do you have a lucky charm ?,you`ll need nothing else. Can`t sleep in sundays,those loud church bells. In your pocket`s a rabbit foot,so you have no worries. Confess your sins away,hope god hurries. Keep fingers crossed,yo! u`ll be safe all day. If you hold a cross high,vampires run away. If you pray to satan,your soul is wanted. Kneel before jesus,your pathway`s sponsored. Look! a black cat,the lines been crossed. Words of a holyman,payed your cost. I`ve walked under ladders,I`m still here. In the lord all mighty,awe`s the fear. An umbrella`s up inside,just to tempt fate. All the attraction,of a big pearly gate. The seven years of bad luck,that broken mirrors bring. Gosh it`s nice to hear,when choir voices sing. The ouija is out,a mystical mess-arge. Mary on a donkey,very poor dressage. Maybe you can work things out,all the pros and a con. Does it even matter,life will still go on.

Bright Lights

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Stephan Hovell

Genius is hard to appreciate,only the few see its worth. To understand and then relate,is hard,so many curse. It takes allsorts to make a world,there`s no accounting for taste. The things some people consider good,for others go to waste. The ideas you may furnish,the holes that people poke. The importance of being earnest,not everything`s a joke. People mustn`t put you off,allow for all their ignorance. Most will allways sneeze and skoff,must that be the difference. We all learn something everyday,little things unimportant. A special thought for a rainy day,forget it though you oughtn`t The eyes of the world must be blind,look around and see. Spared consideration toward being kind,sake of powers that be. ! A sleave worn heart is easy to dent,leaving yourself wide open. Maybe you were born in a tent,it`s probably what they`re hope`n. What would they know anyway,a notion if it bit them. In the they`ll all pay,on their bums you`ll sit them.

His Bible

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Stephan Hovell

There was a man who lived his life,based on the theories of adage,He knew the bird that he had in his hand,was going to taste great with cabbage.Some people thought that he was lost,but he knew north from south,he also knew that you never do,look a gift horse in the mouth.Many said that he was stupid,that he had no brains in his scone,talk about horses,he wouldn`t go over and bolt the gate now its gone. His words were very interesting,though some were a bitter pill,like do things quietly for other people and your opinion will be yours still.He was a wealth of knowledge,he helped me with personal needs,so I stayed loyal to him as a friend,for who bites the hand that feeds?.There was much more to him,than one might think,one time when I was down,he looked at me and said hope floats,with a reassuring wink.He was never out of place in any circle,tell jokes that shake your tits,he was allways and ever appropriate,just like a glove if it fits.


Who`s He ?

by

Stephan Hovell

I`m packing up my toys and I am going home,I don`t like those boys all they do is moan. I only came round to have some fun,a brow beat frown within 5 minutes,and I am having none. All they do is fight,over things that are not theirs,yes I can feel the daggers,as I walk down the stairs. Should I return or say that`s that?,when a memory search tells me,friends don`t act like that. Do those boys not know,what`s mine is theirs to share?,or are they only out for themselves,and rest that matter there? I`ll tell my mum when I get home,how things all went down,chin up son I think she`ll say,it`s wasn`t you`s the clown. Maybe I should hang with chicks,but how much fun can that be?,all they do is talk about guys and watch them sappy flicks. I guess that I`ll just bide my time,there`ll be cool mates around,I suppose this happens to each and every brand new kid in town.

A Boy Till He`s Seven

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Stephan Hovell

I rule with an iron hand,I make my children understand. In society we are not free,this is what I make them see.They must be responsible for their actions,spareing the rod there won`t be infractions. laws out there,you have to abide,a decent mind into crime won`t slide. You may think this is easily read,just send your kids to an early bed.

Worlds Your Oyster

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Stephan Hovell

He is a boxer,he can fight,he is a womaniser,out all night. He can deliver a punch of harm,turn up at a party,babe on each arm. He has the ring smarts all down pat,all the girls know him,that`s just that. He`s fought for prizes,he`s won a title,to be seen with him somehow seems vital. He trains hard,he can flex a muscle,the screaming girls are causing a bustle. He`s not happy though,truth be known,sure it`s great to sit on that throne. He wants more,than a medal or belt,he seeks the type,that won`t melt. He knows his time,must end in the ring,a woman to love would be the thing.

New Testment

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Stephan Hovell

There was a man who lived his life,based on the theories of adage,through hackneyed sayings and soul cliches,he found things easy to manage. He seemed somewhat cryptic and hard to define,because he would say things,like a stitch in time. To me he was someone,whos heart was quite pure,his peaceful interjections,were a pound of cure. He was no church goer or converted geek,but if people would knock him,he would turn a cheek. An immense personality in many ways,like the afor mentioned stitch,and how many it saves. He never forced his will,or opinions on me,he did unto others and hoped they would see. Someone once told him to suck,told him he`s just a sad sack,he took it all in his stride,like water off a ducks back.

In Your Face

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Stephan Hovell

Clever`s the man who mimics,other people and things are his gimmicks,he takes them off,dowm to a tee,you can`t even tell,if thats him or me. You need to be extra observant,to see something once and then learn it,the details he`ll pick up,like how you might drink from a cup. Little things that let him know,you probably didn`t,mean to show,all the time he takes things in,oh my god he`s got your grin. An ultimate impersonator,can fool his mates and tell them later,copy all the crazy quirks,even some that make them jerks.

The Macheavellian Swing

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Stephan Hovell

As human beings we are not really allowed to have issues,for who is the person,who said "yes but!"? to think we should care if he tishoos. Like robbing a bank,fact is you mustn`t,but it still goes on`cause you can! so you just shoudn`t oughta and that`s just that,lest you want a cop at your flank. There is no stopping people having a gripe, infact there`s a formal system,it`s called a court of justice,that`s where they take their fight. A judge will decide if they have a case,after hearing what council might say, it`s forced debate from someones side,if they utter from a spurious base. In this way we`re at the mercy,given there`s powers that be,it`s who gets in first that draws a war line,so you`ld hope it`s you they fist see. Timeing seems to be everything,and forwarned is forarmed,shouldn`t matter you wouldn`t think, yet innocent people get harmed. So who said this-or-that was an issue?,woooops or did you miss-hear?,when a red hearings fart can causes persuasion,!
bless! them when they go tishoo.

A Black Chiropodist With A Sense of Humour

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Stephan Hovell

In a war of attrition,what`s your position? Waiting your turn,you may need a physician. Machines wear out and so do men,coggs break teeth and backs won`t bend. The constant toll you pay each day,half with your soul,the rest with your pay. Schedules to meet,appointments to keep,where ever look,it`s all knee deep. Try and eat healthy,try and stay fit,in hope of coming through,the very worst of it. It`s been this way forever,life`s tough then you die,I`ve allways said whatever,might as well laugh as cry.

Only Dogs Worry

by

Stephan Hovell

The greatest battle of all,who`s last to stand?who`s first to fall? The inner demons some of us face,scream and shout,to save disgrace. There is no hideing from ones self,all day trying,`til it ruins your health. Tell yourself a lie,and fall for it,dilusional up-start,silly twit. Face the music,play it loud,are you too stupid,or too proud. Life`s a gamble,roll the dice,let me give you,some good advice. Not many will care,for what you say,keep that in mind,for the end of the day.

Revelations

by

Stephan Hovell

There was a man who lived his life,based on the theories of adage,common sense tips picked up over time,were all he needed as baggage. His mind had no room for nonsense,so he was not pricked by his conscience. He`ld negotiate with ergency,best that he can,he said, never send a boy,if you think it needs a man. A mountain of morals,in his general views,he said,don`t say what you oughta,it felt like he was reading,the blood in my vains,and we all know it`s thicker than water. All his words,contain little hidden tips,like necessity`s,the mother of invention,shhhh!,patent pending still,lose lips do sink ships. He and I used to go fishing,we usually caught a few,a task that breeds inner patience,sharpe hooks all baited of virtue. The greatest thing he said to me,now that I recall,better to have love and lost,than not to have,ever at all.

Hard Yards

by

Stephan Hovell

A test of ones fatigue,the passion spent on sport,beat the man,score the point,and call it rugby league. A game of feet and inches,players with dues to pay,stand your ground,they`re comeing your way,now we`ll see who flinches. Fit bodies so physically hardened,no one plays catch up today,the prop punches a hole,busting defence,ten pins apart,won`t wait or beg to be pardoned. Trust your big second rower,chase the kick down town,fight for breath,there`s no quarter given,after eighty their score`s to be lower. The team strip is proud attire,clean heels you`re hopeing to show,break the game,be the difference,a legend before you retire. Ever ready for the dream ball passed,clean boots firmly laced,the center swerves,a short off load,fend or you`ll be grassed. The referees whistle is power,stand off barks the next move,contravene rules,proffessional foul,head for the early shower. The opposition is ready and clever,take a hard yard is the plan,you hit him so hard,he forgets!
who he is,remembering you forever.

Weren`t for you

by

Stephan Hovell

I`m pleased to say I love you,Im pleased to say it to you,your the one I love so much,I love you through and through. I`m pleased we share our time,I`m pleased that you are mine,we while away good days together,and every thing is fine. I`m pleased that I ever met you,I`m pleased I was able to get you,we walk and talk about many things,may nothing ever upset you. I`m pleased with all your ways,I`m pleased throught out the days,you need not prove a thing to me,my love it will not phase. I`m pleased you have my heart,I`m pleased that we don`t part,just being near you at any time,sets me a man apart.

The daily Scene

by

Stephan Hovell

Who`s got brains?,a question remains,the slightest notion,what it contains. There`s a lesson perhaps,when gents tip their hats,manners displayed,are not witnessed mishaps. The time you spend,to help a friend,no need to ask twice,a good ear you lend. If a questions unclear or seems unfair,try and reason to avoid despair. A stranger to the truth,a person uncouth,who wants them around, they`re like a sore tooth. Open chit chat,that`s where it`s at,nothing`s important,but everything`s fact. A man being shrewd,or is he just rude,careing only for money,when it`s not food. Call someone lazy,I they`re crazy,the importance of a job,to them is all haizey. See clearway,to pick up their pay,with nothing to reflect on,end of the day. The pain in their toil,ill tempered they boil,you shouldn`t watch them,your outlook to spoil.

New Classics

by

Stephan Hovell

I have ideas nobody can squash,lifes best lies just don`t wash. I say that`s true,what`s that to you,where`s your new thought,good mind caught short. We`re limited only by imagination,can you express your facination. Jealousy also has it`s stink,for themselves some people just won`t think. All we need to end all wars,are honest treaties with no flaws. Think of a way today,yourself the credit to pay. Wait don`t be too impatient,you might develope a patent. That`s what your mind is for,of some people I easily bore.

Some Relief

by

Stephan Hovell

People grizzle at anything,can`t wait to have a moan,as if it`s all important,sometimes over the phone. People like that deserve a slap,silly little titter-tats. So small minded it makes me laugh,when I do that it increases by half. Take it away I want to say,too well mannered my ears pay. Things may not be levelled at me,the things they hate that they want me to see. What a way to live,with no one to forgive,Won`t see their own shortcoming,conscience like a sieve. The disappointment they want me to see,excuse me mate,I`ve got to pee.

A Great Thing

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Stephan Hovell

Loyalty is bought and sold,pay me enough I`ll do as I`m told,treachery is a way of life,be ever weary of a back-stab knife. A loyal friend is hard to find,look high look low still come up blind,a friend in need so they say,but don`t tell one to go away. The dog I have has taught me that,allways near me for a pat,it wouldn`t matter what I did,she`ld be there I do not kid. Being loyal as a whole,lifts your heart and fills your soul,it can redeem a once lost trust,so being loyal is a thing you must.

Dismissive Reproach

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Stephan Hovell

Integrity is a part of everything,I think you would be surprised,like the modern notion of parenting rules, conservatives should despise. You cannot sanction such a thing,it does not really make sense to,bureau men that do nothing,you cannot help but take offence to. This is a laughing matter,a concept full of flaws,precluded get togethers for a little natter,crusaders with no cause. Rules drawn from someones sentament,are all very well for some,nature must not cry in lament,when none are rules of thumb. Individuality being obscenely smothered,parental empowerment getting shorter,how was the rule maker mothered,another baby went out with the water.

Tell Me Something

by

Stephan Hovell

The game of life we play,to have a dream wife oneday,goodbye to your saturday,lets vote to drink on sunday. The man she eyed up and roped in,she must break,and wipe his grin,as if she goes by some old flow,break that cowboy or lose your beau. Does she no longer want the stag,she fought so hard for as a lad,for her eyes only understand,to be touched by no stray hand. She must feel ugly,since time`s gone by,to only see green through her eye,she`ll answer to this at no ones whim,you`ld think she could at least explain to him. Does she not feel his love for her,has jealousy numbed that sense,is it to her eye only that it must occur,so he jumps the fence. A marrage gone down the drain,she pretends there is no pain,two hearts asunder,not just one,a yard the kids were used to,where they were haveing fun.

The Anattomy

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Stephan Hovell

For a man it`s not hard to admit,like a baby he yearns for a tit,there`s another thing he wants even more,if the bitch won`t use it to sit. All of her he does deserve,each and every sexy curve,he admits he wants this all the time,labeled now a perve. She`ll use this as a bargaining point,if her nose is ever out of joint,like it`s only fun for him,and her it`ll only disappoint. Good while it lasts I suppose you can say,as two mature adults roll in the hay,but if she gets a rash from it,You`ll bloody pay. She has an orgasm ,some crazy mad spasm,another thing to moan about,just tell her you don`t have`m.

Will They be Told

by

Stephan Hovell

Presumption is the most atrocious human affliction handed down from father to son,in ignorance of proper debateing skills,so many under the sun. Being so falsely bold,for fear a lack of common sence will be disclosed,steadily prevaricate,forget to say I suppose. So far and wide and deeply intrenched,so much so that most don`t question,even the flimsiest of evidence,let alone the status quo. Silly little answers like "you get that" or "that`s just how it goes" as if someone has truely thought,oh contrare their utterance shows. Defective guidelines they take as a measure,without a second thought,that`s how my dad looks at things,so I say "I ought". Like the worlds best kept secret,a thing that no one knows,then you get the dumbest amoung us,proffessing what they only suppose. Full of their own self importance and think very little of others,ignorance must be their bliss,untill we pull back the covers. Never taught to yield or say that "I messed up" adults by age,w!
ho are actually children,needing a babies cup. Allways make out they`re happy,and hate no one or thing,they like to sound intellectual,yet they say a crappy thing. Far be it from me to care,the way they carry on,I surely won`t lose any sleep over things,and wake up still knowing they`re wrong.

What`s Funny About That ?

by

Stephan Hovell

I split my sides with laughter just the other day,the way this man fell over and jumped up straight away,he was hopeing no one saw,which tickled me even more,I have to say you shouldn`t laugh,what`s sense of humour for? I went over to him,biteing my lip,and said "are you all right" he spun around and looked at me,then went red at night. Well that was that,at least I thought,blow me down wouldn`t you know,the very same man had his trousers caught,the bike chain wouldn`t let go. I was almost passed out with laughter,to see one mans bad luck,I can imagine the word under his breath,must surely rhyme with duck. I went over to him again,and said "are you ok?" when he saw it was me again,he went crimson straight away. I patted him on the shoulder and said "I guess it`s not your day" I`m sure if there was a rabbit hole near,he`ld be in there right away. I wonder why these sort of things,make me want to laugh?,nothing is actually funny,maybe I`m just daft,but I tell y!
ou ,if you were there,and you had seen that bloke,I think like me you`ld have to think,it`s got to be a joke.

I know that you know that I know....

by

Stephan Hovell

When a man is at work making money,
his wife knows he does good,
when he gets home she pressures him,
get that understood?.
At times he wonders what drives a woman,
as if he doesn`t know,
she wonders about the latest fashion,
in the dearest shop window.
He wonders what`s for dinner tonight?,
knowing it will be nice,
busy hiding bank statements,
she too,is shocked at the price.
He`ll say let`s go out tonight,
because we haven`t for a while,
knowing they shouldn`t go this week,
she offers him sex with a smile.
Wait on dear we can do that later,
let`s just go and get pissed,
truth be known she`s under pressure,
on sex now she must insist.
He thinks it`ll be a quickie,
then it`s in the shower,
she thinks I`ll tire him out,
with every ounce of feminine power.
They go at it,she performs,
he says darling "I`m impressed",
she is hopeing,when it`s over,
he`ll be to spent to get dressed.
Anyway it doesn`t work,
for lager his pallet still yearns,
she spins and looks at the mattress,
wondering where are the burns.
He showers and shaves,eight minutes flat,
he`s being all eager beaver,
dizzy from what went on in their room,
do her senses deceive her.
Pressure becomes all too much,
she says "darling I must confess"
before she can get another word out,
he says"and why don`t you wear your new dress".

Things

by

Stephan Hovell

More`s the pity less`s the care,
the while we seem to wait,
an age to grin`n`bear.
The sea refuses no river,
back from whence they came,
mighty Amazon to babbling brook,
all are made from rain.
A dark and scary night,
a bright and sunny day,
witnessing opposite experiences,
in each and every way.
Being honest and knowing the truth,
are not things one and the same,
you say one thing,I hear another,
honesty`s easy,truth is a game.
Sugar and spice and all things nice,
candy is of a fashion,
flesh and blood from ash and mud,
come children of adults passion.
Secrets and quiet whispers,
rumour has it,words are cheap,
tongues split and lips with blisters,
little white lies and the peace to keep.
Sing and dance,run and play,
make sure to find the time,
you live life once,it`s here today,
and happiness is no crime.

They`re Clean

by

Stephan Hovell

My boy can play,there`s more to say,
steadfastly fearless,day after day.
Good hard play,is all he needs,
only above average,untill he bleeds.
Best tackler in the game,one man said,
he`ll break a few ribs and the occasional head.
He`ll show you clean heels,later the score,
he cleans his boots,I`ll say no more.

Small Change

by

Stephan Hovell

It`s a changing world,
is it for the better?,
then her legs unfurled,
wish you`d never met her.

The changing planet we`re on,
before we had machines,
strange my jackets off,
we all know what it means.

It`s a changing world,
all a bit of a wank,
boy dressed like a girl,
is there anyone to thank?.

The changing planet we`re on,
what does the future hold?,
one thing I know for sure,
you`re bound to catch a cold.

It`s a changing world,
you know how it goes,
pubic hairs are curled,
what`s that up her nose?.

The changing planet we`re on,
where people are the main part,
a normally well mannered woman,
will sometimes fanny fart.

Social Blueprints

by

Stephan Hovell

A gentlemans shoes,are leaveing clues,
in walking politely,there`s nothing to lose.
A lot to be said,for doing things right,
the notion seems only,for those that might.
Manners are essentially,things to display,
24/7 and allways straight away.
Ensure to impress them,on the young,
appreciate refinement,they find themselves amoung.
Still the measure,of a man they say,
demeanour by others rated,check your own array.

The info line

by

Stephan Hovell

Rhythm and rhyme to express your views,
like minstrels of old,once spread the news,
purvey to us things in humorous quip,
often mistaken to be gibberish lip.

A modern song in monologue prose,
this is called rap,amoung the bros,
sounds like nonsense,hard to make sense,
like things found,on the wall of the gents.

Off the cuff remarks,spontaneous rapport,
quick witty ditty,when a comic has the floor,
full of funny stories,designed to make you laugh,
stand up comedy,is a clever mental craft.

Pyrrhonism

by

Stephan Hovell

How assured of knowledge,can you really be?
am I really writeing this ? will somebody see?
maybe I am dreaming,so none of this is true,
what do you think,as you read ? maybe you sleep too?
give my self a pinch,to check if I`m awake,
perhaps I dream of pain,so it could be,a mistake,
I just received a shock,I`m sure I felt some fear,
while you sleep of course,you`re consciously not here,
I feel as though,I know I`m here,acutely self aware,
is that me in the mirror ? enough that I could swear,
do you bear a witness,to your own existance ?
if so,how so ? tell me now,give a for instance,
you can only believe,that you are truely here,
think about that slowly,see if it comes clear,
this line of perception,can easily be taught,
to truely dismiss reality,where are you found caught?
have you never wondered,what can and can not be?
you can tell that I have,but where does that leave me?.

Pyrrhic Victory

by

Stephan Hovell

A war won,sake of battle lost,
irreparable harm,the critical cost,
never the less,it had to be done,
integral reason,is how it begun,
who has a cause?and who just fights?
as someone plees and someone spites,
surely goodness must rule the day,
stranger than fiction,the things they say,
instincts guide,a tower battle worn,
love hate boundaries,midst a melee of scorn,
a classic gets cheapened,beyond recognition,
but it will survive,atrocious attrition.

All In The Family

by

Stephan Hovell

I want to join a band of gypsies,and live in a caravan,
travelling side to side,and up and down the land,
pull in here for the night,up and gone at dawn,
no fixed abode in sight,tyre marks on your lawn,
where will we wake tomorrow,by what pillar or post,
follow an invisible circus,from here to coast to coast,
the kids are schooled by correspondence,seems to work ok,
what`s the point if they`ll be gypsies,come the end of day,
we don`t have the worry,of ever increasing rent,
only the odd repair bill,of a fender we might dent,
live on home made bread,and veges we might pilfer,
we`re like a breed apart,a lifestyle some would kill`fa,
yes we have a fortune teller,tie-dye things she`ll wear,
come and give her $20,and she`ll disclose some fear,
anything we get,it`s share and share alike,
and when we`re low on candles,we even share our light.

One In

by

Stephan Hovell

Shuffle the deck,deal them round,
we`re all agreed,by hoyle we`re bound,
left of the deal,sets the stake,
the chance in the buy,and a hand to make.

First guy buys one,the second takes three,
next guy takes two,a swinger maybe,
the dealer himself,only takes one,
time to be weary,is the rule of thumb.

Now everyones got them,close to the chest,
first man goes high,but are his the best,
next guy just looks,but he only bought two,
I thought he was swinging,how about you?.

What about the guy,who only bought one?
if he kicks it along,we`re in for some fun,
now comes the thought,he might try a bluff,
do you keep him honest,and test out his stuff.

I`ve squeezed and squeezed,yes! the third hook,
so I know I`m good,for at least a wee look,
no one`s yet folded,we`re all in the mix,
we`ll see who holding,if somebody kicks.

First man folds,this proves that he missed,
the next guy stays,so what`s in his fist?
the guy that bought two,still comes along,
I`ll say he holds three,but not too strong.

Wooops there it goes,yours and five more,
it`s the damn dealer,that held on to four,
how are my hooks,joe,jack and john,
do I say look,or should I be gone?.

That sizeable ante,that I helped build,
the trouble is,he may have filled,
there goes that other guy,too rich for him,
still two to squeeze,and what about jim.

Unlucky me,with no fourth jack comeing,
but two threes make six,you do your summing,
you guessed it,I`ve filled,I raise it mate,
he`s breathing funny,like he`s four to the eight.

He says I`ll look,so I know I`ve won,
too good for lookers,who only bought one.

Edge-O-The Ruck

by

Stephan Hovell

Sports do not come tougher,
than a game called Rugby-league,
it`s beautifully simplistic,
but must be played at speed.

It`s not a game of beg you pardons,
you`ll get the big "Don`t Argue",
it takes a gentleman all the same,
so tell me something,Are you ?

The Aussies are the best at it,
it`s hard to say who`s next,
maybe England maybe us,
but a "Roo"is tough when flexed.

I`m a kiwi from New Zealand,
so I support our team,
I still pay the Aussies due,
the more well oiled machine.

They play with passion unrefined,
and they will find you out,
though I back us every time,
it`s wagering with doubt.

It`s inter-Tasmin rivalry,
they come so hard and keen,
we`ve had our wins against them,
though few and far between.

There liveing legends in the game,
"The Axe","The Mule","Cement",
"The Suicide Blonde"any of theses guys,
can make a side lament.

They come to hurt you,it`s a fact,
and they`re the team to beat,
makes you cry to take their scalp,
for it is no mean feat.

Bodhisattva

by

Stephan Hovell

It could have been all yours,
but you know,the greater cause,
a ticket to the angels ball,
tear it up,and let it fall,
heed the message so sublime,
all do hear,yet pay no mind,
such crucial work,earns no pay,
some will learn,I hope some day,
all that is left,the empty shell,
a rescued straggler,you did well,
Who are you so self appointed?,
save a world that dissappointed,
Is there someone you appease?,
did not care,to give you please,
you who shoulders such a task,
who assists?you do not ask,
all in time to see the proof,
though great the cause,men stay aloof.

Deck The Halls

by

Stephan Hovell

This is such a splendid place,
for mighty heros souls to grace,
a silent banquet held each night,
in their honour and sing we might,
any may visit the wonderous hall,
dwell all legends once they fall,
suit of armour and damaged shield,
memorabilia from the battle field,
here forever the memories preserved,
each their place as they deserved,
fought and died with uncommon velour,
earned their keep in Old Valhalla.

Feral Hunk

by

Stephan Hovell

He`s so sharp,he leaves no mark,
self ignites,without a spark,
got a stride,that won`t be late,
hottest boots,to match the gait,
look at the hat,check the tilt,
rough and ready,how he`s built,
distant look,across his eyes,
type of frown,that most despise,
I know no one,that knows his name,
what he wants,or why he came,
hush the room,when he walks in,
friends make up,the cicle of sin,
he`s hard drink`n,needs a shave,
any bitch gladly,to be his slave,
catch your eye,his very stance,
women would cheat,for half a chance,
it`s just the aura,he emanates,
closes doors,and locks up gates,
watch your daughters,down the street,
he owns the gaze,they can`t defeat,
lucky at cards,snake eyes dice,
play at your peril,reckon the price,
he`s as though blessed,by the gods,
like Jasons Argonauts,bet the odds,
skids around deadly,speed the roads,
he flouts the laws,laughs and goads,
black chopper`s his,parked outside,
no one touch it,like his pride,
a handsome brow,lines tell tales,
a sketchy history,without details,
I can not say,that I know him well,
or if in fact,he comes from hell.

The De luxe

by

Stephan Hovell

A`lleys in boys a`lleys in boys,
that`s old Jack,I know his voice,
who`s in the twos ? the cry goes out,
quickly before Jack,shakes them out,
wait on wait on,here`s one in,
add another a`lley,before we begin,
someone says,a dozen sounds sweet,
someone says need it,hard to beat,
that was that,all but wins,
guy with the break,and point ball grins,
crack NO!,it didn`t go in,
second player up,workers a plenty,
wooops mis-cue,pocket stays empty,
oh no! here he is,dead eye dick,
beat you hands down,with a broom stick,
he`s got a sitter,you know he`ll get it,
so rack`m up,and just forget it,
A`lleys in boys,short`n`sweet,
that dead eye dick,is hard to beat,
not where the quids are,don`t you know?
win those shakes,to make big dough,
they say it`s a sign,of mis-spent youth,
guess there could be,an element of truth.

A Skin Full

by

Stephan Hovell

I like to drink,good lager beer,
and get so drunk,I start to swear,
good excuse,to act all crude,
and blame a drink,that someone brewed,
raise my glass,and propose a toast,
flick ash on the floor,and start to boast,
act all sober,with bloodshot eyes,
nearly passed out,still telling lies,
belch and ask,whos round it is,
drink it flat,without the fizz,
I can stand,and drink all night,
ten beers in I`m look`n to fight,
become aggressive,without good cause,
wake up face down,on hotel floors,
borrow cash,and say my shout,
hope the wife hasn`t,locked me out,
I have so much,it makes me sick,
fumble at the urinal,to find my prick,
what the hell,I love that stuff,
if it comes out my ears,I`ve had enough.

Good Soldier (To Dad)

by

Stephan Hovell

Twenty fifth of April,a day lest we forget.
a day in remembrance,of things we must regret.

Up before the light,to make the dawn parade,
brummer beats,bugal plays,corps flags all displayed.

The old men march,with quivering lips,
called to attention,they straiten their hips.

With so much pride,they still turn out,
and at the call,they face about.

Hear their heel,stomp in time,
Sgt-major yells,and checks the line.

Their ranks are dwindleing,bloke by bloke,
this is why ANZAC,is no joke.

It`s our identity,thanks to their fight,
head down broadway,left right left right.

For my father Lonewood David Hovell,who served in Korea.

Just Ask

by

Stephan Hovell

One day at a time,suits me fine,
who`s to say,what`s down the line?
Do you want,to know what`s next?
a question really,quite complexed,
visit the gypsy,all wise and knowing,
her crystal ball,is hot and glowing,
the way her arms,swirl above,
repeating verse,of hate and love,
no one said,you have to ask,
and so your future,we unmask,
when you find out,do not tell me,
for I did not,ask to see,
this was your,unruley urge,
as she slowly,chants your dirge,
what if it`s wealth,and fame she sings?
scouring out,all manner of things,
as I said,I`ll wait and see,
one day at a time,still suits me.

The Colours of Nature

by

Stephan Hovell

One time when I was blue,
I didn`t know what to do.

One time when I was green,
I only made me act all mean.

One time when I was grey,
I felt that way all day.

One time when I was yellow,
I was ill and kind of sellow.

One time when I was white,
I had just been given a fright.

One time when I was red,
I was angry in my head.

One time I saw a womans pink,
I only remember the awful stink.

A funny kind of sad

by

Stephan Hovell

It`s funny how people meet,and then become good friends,
it`s funny how they fall apart,and suddenly it all ends.

It`s funny how people can hit it off,at a single glance,
it`s funny how a friendship ends,without a second chance.

It`s funny how by circumstance,people become involved,
it`s funny how some little thing,may never be resolved.

It`s funny how people promise,shake and give their word,
it`s funny how a single incident,can make it seem absurd.

It`s funny how some close knit things,ever came to be,
it`s funny how a broken stitch,can set the others free.

It`s funny how we strive so hard,and look to find accord,
it`s funny how a silly thing,can put it to the sword.

It`s funny how we know,true friends are something rare,
it`s funny how that even so,we part like we don`t care.

OH Dear !

by

Stephan Hovell

Oh the bad feeling,of losing face,
oh to fall,from some high grace.
Oh the shame,in ruining your name,
oh to find out,you are to blame.
Oh when someone,does hurt your pride,
oh for a place,to run,skulk and hide.
Oh to be suddenly,riddled with guilt,
oh to be crying,for the milk you spilt.
Oh the deep dark lesson,of humiliation,
oh to search for any,reconciliation.
Oh when name calling,never seems to cease,
oh where oh where,is any inner peace?.

Live and Learn

by

Stephan Hovell

Longing looks,well worded books,
things that make us think,
when you are nervous,on tender hooks
you baulk,at a torrid brink,
things will test you,from the deep end,
comes time,to test your starch,
find your way back,around a big bend,
fear,a losers path to march,
drifting clouds and dancing flames,
gaze long,and gather our thoughts,
time will play,some funny old games,
these mental,not physical sports,
lifes years go by,in calendar months,
things we do the mean while,
you ride a lot,of dips and bumps,
adding character to your smile,
hot times cool down,to smouldering embers,
some tunes will be our favourites,
each wonders if,the other remembers,
the happier,and the grave bits.
some things you are told,some you work out,
for knowledge,we thirst and yearn,
only know so much,we all love our doubt,
and some of us live and learn.

Part and Parcel

by

Stephan Hovell

I used to be young,but I`m not anymore,
I`ve never been rich,so I`m still poor,
some people like me,some people don`t,
most people love me,there`s a few that won`t,
I take what life offers me,a little or a lot,
I never stand on others,with the boots I`ve got,
it`s good to play games,and feel for some fun,
life`s so austere,when you`re under the gun,
I don`t have much talent,or flare to call on,
but I`m free to dance,to a groovy hit song,
things can seem bright,but sometimes I wonder,
are the grey cloudy days,some heavenly blunder?
I use my head,as a guide for my heart,
though they are seperate,they each play a part.

Right in my livingroom.

by

Stephan Hovell

I saw it on The Oprah show,
all that good advice,
then my wife left me,
that part wasn`t nice.

I was watching Dr.Phil,
the wisdom in his words,
now my son takes drugs,
and whistles with the birds.

That David Letterman's right,
he could tell you how to vote,
he knows crime is out of hand,
and if a thing will float.

Homer Simpson makes me laugh,
hilarious truth cartoon,
an average mans typical thoughts,
most kids leave home too soon.

Matha Stewarts finishing touch,
home baking halves the price,
we all know she,s just a fraud,
yet still we think she`s nice.

I don`t like TV cop shows,
like CSI Miami or NYPD Blues,
if life was really like that,
the crooks could never lose.

I love to watch the evening news,
I swear by every syllable,
I allways hope for something good,
oh god,I must sound gullible.

There She Stood

by

Stephan Hovell

Love at first sight is not a fairy tale thing,
it comes in through your eyes and makes your ears ring.
I had heard of "The Term" never thinking I might,
like some pie in the sky only the blessed get to bite.
There she stood and gave a glance so brief,
I was compelled to look twice as if in disbelief.
She approached me and simply said Hi!,
Instantly I became formal and somewhat sheepishly shy.
Within only minutes we were cheek to cheek,
smelling each other with affection we seek.
A total stranger with an attraction so strong,
All at once I realise "This Cannot Be Wrong".
For days I could not see anything but her face,
Pretending she was mine to treat with Loving grace.
But since that night things have not augured well,
she does not feel the same,Oh! how deeply I fell.
I know I will be OK another thing to take in my stride,
knowing this particular woman may not be at my side.

There She Stood

by

Stephan Hovell

Love at first sight is not a fairy tale thing,
it comes in through your eyes and makes your ears ring.
I had heard of "The Term" never thinking I might,
like some pie in the sky only the blessed get to bite.
There she stood and gave a glance so brief,
I was compelled to look twice as if in disbelief.
She approached me and simply said Hi!,
Instantly I became formal and somewhat sheepishly shy.
Within only minutes we were cheek to cheek,
smelling each other with affection we seek.
A total stranger with an attraction so strong,
All at once I realise "This Cannot Be Wrong".
For days I could not see anything but her face,
Pretending she was mine to treat with Loving grace.
But since that night things have not augured well,
she does not feel the same,Oh! how deeply I fell.
I know I will be OK another thing to take in my stride,
knowing this particular woman may not be at my side.

Friend

by

Stephan Hovell

Heavy is my heart
I cry Oh friend
Recalling times we used to spend

I grieve your passing
I miss you so much
The friendship shared will keep us in touch

Your spirit flys
As it should
Watching over us, I knew you would

These tears do me good
Be free my friend
My strongest love to the end

Feel the wind
Here in my heart
Friends now and from the start

Save a seat in heaven
The one right next to you
You and I will always have lots to say and do

Now and forever
Dearest friend of mine

Friend

by

Stephan Hovell

Heavy is my heart
I cry Oh friend
Recalling times we used to spend

I grieve your passing
I miss you so much
The friendship shared will keep us in touch

Your spirit flys
As it should
Watching over us, I knew you would

These tears do me good
Be free my friend
My strongest love to the end

Feel the wind
Here in my heart
Friends now and from the start

Save a seat in heaven
The one right next to you
You and I will always have lots to say and do

Now and forever
Dearest friend of mine