St. Patrick’s Community Support Centre

What to do Next

Christopher R Bugler

For a long time now I’ve been walking around

and seeing Australia from town to town,

doing the things that I want to do

and meeting people and friends like you.

I’ve been to a lot of places in my time

and I still don’t know what I’m trying to find

From all the big cities to a little country town,

Just walking along and having a look around.

I’ve climbed Ayers Rock and crossed the Nullabor plains,

I’ve even worked on building sites when it rains,

I’ve seen a lot of things I’ve never done;

Like the Camoo Caves and Wave Rock,

I’ve had a lot of fun and a lot more to come.

I am now a bit confused because I don’t know where to go next

So I’ll just keep on walking and try my best

Times I come and times I go,

Looking for something; but what I just don’t know!


Seven Masks

By Graeme Morton (Morty)

Mixed emotions are not a bad thing
They’re not a sad thing
Choose the mask you want one for each day
And you’ll be a glad thing
Not a bad ting, not a sad thing
Behind the mask mixed emotions

Put on your mask
Fake it
Till you make it
Don’t break it

Fooled by the face I wear
As though U don’t care
That confidence is my name
And coolness my game
Be myself – what shame?

Fake facades help me pretend to make a friend
Shield me from the glance that tries to know
Behind the mask
And If by chance you see
Don’t try to take my mask from me
My defense is strong
And you may be wrong

I wear a mask that grins and lies,
Hides feelings and fades my eyes,
This emotion is true , is for you
Let others see these masks
And hide it don’t spite it.

A figment of your imagination
What mask do you see?
Is not really me
I run from recognition
What mask did I wear for you?

Look in the mirror to see who you are
In life you have come fat
Put on your mask
Fake it
‘Till you make it
Don’t break it
Together we’ll make it
A new identity
Exposed but not closed.


Generous John

By Louise Todman

Big John stood 5’5   but 6’6 tall
In heart John loved music and all
It made him laugh and it made him fall
And it made him dance
Into a fine romance

Of life he didn’t marry and he didn’t carry
He gave me a keyboard and I could tell
It was generous John that we knew so well
Now John’s keyboard is a memory to us
And this could be played without too much fuss
The choir will remember him like a song
The organ played with thoughts along
Ringing in our memory, that
Stays with family and friends
His thoughts of others in gifts and song
Generous John’s song lives on
But now he is sleeping on
We will meet again someday
And this one piece of the
Life of generous John

John liked the old things and you could tell
By his dress and the holes in his shorts
And his old bow ties
That John was quite a hell of a guy
He gave us a ride in his old car
And it was a Ute and quite a bute
Generous John was a man, some thought he was grumpy and his
Temper showed ferocity
That was generous John his pockets
Empty but come pay day
They were full again and
John was a plenty

Abou Ben Adhem


Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:—
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the Presence in the room he said
“What writest thou?”—The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered “The names of those who love the Lord.”
“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,”
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still, and said “I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men.”

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,
And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest.


Souls like Ships


It was the dawning before the night
I woke up to a harbour light
To you I gave a thought
Felt a sense of wining and dining

I was so sublime and looked at the time
And then I heard a chime

I came from my sleepy trip about the moon and the stars and endless days of eternity
A journey of love and emotion
Like the calm of an ocean –
Time is more than just an emotion
Like a candle burning, the flame so bright,
It turned my night into day
The feeling of time that I left in my wake
It was a direction I was looking for, a light
And day once again turned into night
A lost soul in a tunnel of wind entwined in a tree
I prayed for the keeper of the house
To find a place for you and me
That is why they call a ship a she
A time and a place sailing free

Moonlight Made of Cheese

By Louise Todman

Starlight’s made of candy; moonlight made of cheese so we will all just merrily along our way and wish everyone a happy day

Moonlight on your hair starlight in your eyes evergreen all over your clothes.

Somewhere a veil of mist I know not where I am going.

Sailing down on a canoe,

No rushing of waves No boulder to go around just a straight flowing river with the moon and stars to guide me to where I want to go.

Our Land

By Louise Todman

People of the place where the wattle blooms here 40,000 years flowing with the land gliding on  the water dugout canoe,
Catch that dugong, turtle any fishes too
Women walk the land dig the bardi grubs and yams
Shadow of that boab tree, as the sun goes down they gather in the night fire burning bright
Stories told, dance and songs teach the children to belong well that’s goanna’s got a story and that djidi djidi too
Rivers are formed rocks and sand makes this sacred land the totem of the people given out at birth it’s your job to look after it!
This is what you must do children spirit –elders passing their words like water flowing through our land.

The Heart

By Robert Batchelor

The heart yearns,

For a beat to share the measure of its tread
A companion on the road through life
Where both will lead and be lead

The heart hopes
For a song to match the song it sings inside
Their melody will hue the earth
In which they both abide

The Heart waits
For a Heart to see what it cannot express
And fear and loneliness fade away
With a simple yes
The Heart will sing and dance and look
Will yearn and hope and wait
Will rail against the time it took
And rage against its fate

Then comes the day it waited for it stops in shock and awe
A heart has come
They turn as one step out through the door

The Dance begins
The Song flows out

The Universe is clear…


I Waited and Wondered

By Tanya Beckworth

I looked,
And I saw,
And I watched,
And I waited,
And I wondered,
And I found,
No Answer,
But Love,
So I loved


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