Wednesday, August 27, 2014

That sweet surrender

Curious puzzle
Love and death are much the same
When you give your all

I am not heartless
But is life bearable when
Mixed with grief’s cruel sting?

No love without loss
Seductive entanglement
Such sweet surrender

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Monday, August 25, 2014

Schoolboy's luck


I looked in her eyes
She lowered them in surprise
That I'd wooed her

And spoke of young love
Blonde with a cute turned up nose
She looked back at me

Curious that I
Would dare to invade her thoughts
In her spring of life

She wanted to frown
Luckily I was the first
To interest her

Sadly the bell rang
“May I walk you home?” I asked
In reply a nod

She turned then ran off
I couldn't believe I’d dared
As I rushed to class

Later on our walk
A friend took a shot of us
sat on the park bench


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Saturday, August 23, 2014

The breeze blew in from the sea


I climbed to the cliff top
the breeze blew in from the sea
gulls curious now flew in too
inspecting me mid flight
baffled that I was at their height
and not facing the wind
raised their beaks in disdain
cawed noisily and swept away

Long absent from this shore
my bones had told me
that this longing, this yearning
within me was the call of the wild
I knew that language well
that salty tang of the ocean
a constant rhythm of the waves
the beating of the surf, and you

We came all those years ago
borne in a rickety horse drawn dray
in now what seems today
to be a thousand summers ago
we spoke the same language
that of a stuttering teenage love
but a love we could not sustain
now I remember you once again

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Friday, August 22, 2014

Doom and Gloom



Doom and gloom again
That is how I feel reading
From the front pages

Disaster faces us
Or vain sports and pop starlets
Journalism stinks

The seeds have been sown
For newspapers destruction
Why do I feel sad?

For I remember
When reporting was an art
All was black and white

This is one more nail
Truthful reporting now dumb
From the front pages

We are now mindless
Tools for hidden persuaders
Our brains are now dead

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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Faithful Love



As I felt morose
I struggled from bed today
Same old, same old world

Just as an impulse
I walked down to the beachside
To breathe in the air

Walkers were sparse here
So the sea and shore were mine
My faithful old love

She whispered to me
Covered me with briny kisses
To lift my spirits

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Monday, August 18, 2014

Sea Drift

                      Sculpture on seat at Somerton Park, South Australia (Photo by author)

I often walk this stretch of beach
For the sea has much to teach
The tides come in and then they ebb
Bringing news just like the web

I stroll far along on this sand
But now there’s none to hold my hand
We used to laugh and shells collect
How easy that is to recollect

The seaweed drifts in on the tide
Sometimes high and sometimes wide
It’s as though I could meet her here
Oh how we’d hug and shed a tear

What if she came when I was gone?
Who would say I still grieve alone?
Perhaps I’ll tell that man up there
Why does he forever inland stare?

Perhaps like me he lost his love
Long waiting there ne’er to move
Lest she come like me to walk again
To meet and ever end our pain

Sunday, August 17, 2014

That orangy tang



I always had a love
of the smell of oranges
a sign that those grey days
were gone after a lifetime of war
Oh, what grand plans we had
once reborn in a land of peace
after years of abomination
flirting with cruel fate
Like one of the demimonde
after fighting for freedom
we forbade it to others
our African and Asian brothers
they downtrodden while we lit
candles of hope for ourselves
denying asylum and love
as evil transgressions
and strange allegiances
in the name of national interest 
were chanted like
some strange rites in
a behaviour that I myself
wanted no part of
so today I can still
smell that orangy tang 
but now I weep sadly as
some strange hand
sweeps across the land
and carves senseless borders
into the lives and minds of mankind



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