September 2012
Settled
cold bayonets lining george street spelling out a constitution in severed headsa long parade where nothing is invisibleand a dropped fingernail started it alla need to expand, to plant feet on a new…
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Settled
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Curse of Comfort
Amid liberty we’re seated...
In our fine portion of fortune...
The world suffocates, yet still...
Convenience tucks us under a blanket of silence
blindfolded to poverty lines,
War and land mines, Mur…
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Curse of Comfort
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August 2012
Waking up
You are my faraway talisman
a point in the distance
that I know cannot
be touched
and I can set my sights to you
in fantasy
and know nothing will ever
become of it
magic moments curled up
behind p…
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Waking up
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for big al' who said love was over-rated…
love touches
but cannot be touched
nurtured by faith
and virtue
it always betrays
grooms itself
with barbiturates
health foods
fat austerity gluttony
lust virginity
fucking generosit…
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for big al' who said love was over-rated…
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Raining cats and doggerel.
At last, a beautiful dismal day
has arrived.
Rain falls, breaking the sun scorched
stranglehold,
falls all the long day, and into
the night.
Hours and…
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Raining cats and doggerel.
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Spaces Between Leaves
Winter branches sway. Glimpses of blue-gold sunkissed sky, gently swept aside. Evening light recalls a summer night, alone with you on Scarborough Beach. Young, without a care... we decided we'd slee…
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Spaces Between Leaves
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July 2012
The countdown 5-4-3-2-
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The countdown 5-4-3-2-
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Paper Storm
Last night in my dreams, I had drawn a tropical storm. Dark, menacing beauty. Gusts of charcoal somehow rendering paper houses ripped and torn. Magnificent anger and movement without a trace of my ha…
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Paper Storm
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June 2012
For the richer poet and the poorer critic -…
- for Stephanie Esther
The good poet wrote a poem, a song of themselves, in a cage
of metaphysical iron and made a linguistic turn that would
make Cyril Connolly blush in a postured niche
like the…
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For the richer poet and the poorer critic -…
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Life, today
Intolerable; we sweat at the wheels of our desks,
Driving the keyboard through the laneways between Desktop, Google, and Microsoft applications,
Breathing in the prune-dry air-conditioned air.
Favo…
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Life, today
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October Moon
Half moon clinging to
early morning light,
translucent and fragile against
blue sky.
A silent watcher from above,
watching over man
and beast.
His…
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October Moon
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May 2012
hidden treasures.
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hidden treasures.
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April 2012
Cascade
Long black hair. She turns Streams of shade, a jet cascade mirrors leaves above
Strolling, taking in …ev’rything.. the trees, the grass sudden flock of doves Fountain sprays like shards of glass slic…
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Cascade
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Drama in Real Life
Take me where the wind blows
Over lush green fields and open spaces
And the eyes can gaze into
The brightness of a clear blue…
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Drama in Real Life
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SERPENT OF SPINE / SERPENT OF MINE
My day connects me to this Wall.
Filled up inside, too big to pass
Through that secret door.
This is where I’ll live,
This is where I’ll lie.
It’s all the same to me,
Scratching skin or itching sin…
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SERPENT OF SPINE / SERPENT OF MINE
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My poem, The Breakup
I wake with my head
on your side of the bed again
missing you
needing you
but knowing you
are gone now I will survive
having loved
and been loved
and lost
I will survive
with a little less light
insi…
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My poem, The Breakup
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March 2012
Reflections. (Just a beginner, my 2nd poem)
Look in the mirror and what do you see,
Is it a reflection of just you and me?
Look a bit deeper; see what you’ll find,
What is it that fills our great big minds?
Knowledge and wisdom or stupidity y…
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Reflections. (Just a beginner, my 2nd poem)
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The problem is
The problem is
there is always another load
for the washing machine, and a
few things waiting to be hand washed
and draped on the trestle, out of
the sweep of the motorbike path.
Or a kitchen arr…
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The problem is
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Dear Brother...
Dear Brother...
Time, a bird of rare feather,
has flown between us,
swift as a shooting star.
So I dream in the daytime
in my lunch hour,
as nostalgia is fleeting fast...
My mind is caught on our y…
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Dear Brother...
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Visions to be held.
The smallest thing
that twitches,
tweets or trembles
on branch or leaf
can trigger my
imagination.
For those small
things have more
mystery…
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Visions to be held.
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Children Overboard
Executed in cold blood, terrified families on the run.
Scattered dreams, fleeing from the mayhem,
Beaten faces, drowning in pools of blood!
Desperate cries … pulses racing … cloaked in despair,
There…
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Children Overboard
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