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ON MEETING THE AUSTRALIAN POETIC GIANT-PETER SKRZYNECKI

ON MEETING THE AUSTRALIAN POETIC GIANT-PETER SKRZYNECKI

He spoke with a gentle humour-
Blissfully unaware of the aura
That filled spaces around his diminutive frame.

As he unravelled pieces of his candid chronicle,
I saw the scars beneath those glistening eyes
Fighting to control the flood
That accompanies the revisiting of painful moments of a past-
Now-prescribed poems for an unwitting generation.

I wonder if each fifteen -year- old could see
Past the urgency of taking notes for an examination!
And noted that beneath the halo of fame
Were unseen tears, and beneath the wrinkled brow
Lay the furrows through which rivulets of
The sweat of hard labour hard left invisible indents.

Our experience is a piece of who we are-
Humbled by his attempt to disengage
And free the young of his more morbid experiences.
I walked away, trying so hard to unyoke
The beast of my own burdens.

Profit from my life if you must-
But I wish-
Your life never mirrors my own chronicle.

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Comment by THE BARD on November 22, 2011 at 12:36: I only spoke what was in my heart,

Perhaps, that has torn apart

the facade under which people

live their lives.

When poison tipped arrows fly,

From the hand of those

who cannot tell friend from foe,

It's time to bring the battle swiftly to a close!

God Bless each one who has spoken against the use offensive comments on this blog.

Regards,

The Bard

Comment by Jim Spain on November 22, 2011 at 15:47: "Ahaa, what is that I hear"

*

Rumbling thunder or a fart.

I will not take it to my heart

but return again to test the need

of those who make fine poets bleed

by denigrating some who try

to uplift our spirits to the sky,

they surely must be all awry

those who could never eat some

humble pie

*

Jolly Jim

the

Writer of Rhyme

Having a really

bloody good time.

"Peace"

within our time

Ken.