Love's Sparkle

How easy that it was to tell

The young couple were in love

Someone must have cast a spell

The youth had come out of his shell

There was a certain sparkle there

It was the look, the way they’d move

She was all dewy eyed with joy

For at last she now had her boy

He held her close and touched her soft

This was the way that he would prove

For there was no other in his life

He clearly desired her for his wife

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Your jet black hair

I dreamed of you last night
Of your long jet black hair
That you tossed without a care
And the depth of your dark eyes
Which you knew I was aware
In Christmas party's lustful sighs

Just where have you gone?
Why in my dreams do you I see?
From...Oh so very long ago
Those years have passed us now
When we said those last goodbyes
You just left, just why? just why?

Now that I am old and grey
Would you know me from those days
Of gentle kisses and much more
The thrill of planning the evermore
That all came to a stop so sudden
These memories now are a burden


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A Technicality

Always in the wrong
A thousand eyes are on me
Now I burn with guilt

Am I beyond help?
My choices are not best made
I am here again

Looking at my brief
Hoping he finds a snag
I try not to sweat

He is unconcerned
An actor's fine performance
A talk fest for him

High above the court
Now clutching at the bars rail
Wait for the verdict

The judge has returned
His summing up confuses
I start to panic

Grins from the defence
Freed on a technicality
Good, I'm home again

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The Young Lovers

He glanced toward her
Her eyes captivated him
They were full of life

He loved her sweet smile
Sparkling with the bloom of youth
Would she notice him?

She nodded shyly
When he asked her on a date
And her cheeks reddened

"Too soon" they all said
When he told that he'd proposed
For they were both sure

On the wedding day
They could see just each other
But nobody else

Joyfully for them
A gleam was in her bright eyes
When a baby moved

Marriage a delight
Stars for them were their children
Seas of memories

How the years have passed
Yet they look at each other
Just like young lovers

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A symphony of delight

I noticed her
There at the bus stop
So I dared to speak to her

It was so cold
She was wrapped up warm
And happy to talk to me

I asked her out
Jazz club "No", film "Yes"
Held hands in the cinema

She loved music
Sang in a chorus
Got ticket for "Iolanthe"

So I loved her
While tripping hither
Now married with three children

Music was then
The food of sweet love
A symphony of delight

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She has misty eyes

She is tall, aloof
I often notice her here
Stood at the bus stop

I saw him again
Was he just glaring at me
O the cheek of him

I love her sweet smile
There is of touch of sadness
She has misty eyes

He is not that bad
He smiles and has laughing eyes
No, I must not look

I do love her hands
There's no ring on that finger
I feel so alive

Will he speak to me?
I can see that he wants to
Yes, he's going to

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Song Sings (No. 28)

Another visit to Dum and Yum's world

Song sings

The village where Dum and Yum lived had been rebuilt after the storm and flood that had ripped off many of the roofs and knocked down the fences around their vegetable plots. The violent fall weather was over and everyone was looking to stock up for the winter to come.

Song the spirit woman would often wander off alone and sit on a high point of land and look for a long time into the sky but not tell anyone what she was looking for. She did this after the sun had set which was a dangerous time to be away from the village. Finally Yum could not stand it any more and when should could speak to Song alone she asked her what she did at night alone.

Song shook her head sadly. “I do not know but there is sometime out there” and then she pointed to the sky. “There is something telling me to look in the sky at night. So I am waiting to see what it is”.

“But it is not safe, Song” pleaded Yum.

“When the Great Spirit one calls me I will go. If I get a message I will listen. If I feel that something will happen I will look around me. Don’t worry Yum, go and lay down with Dum else he will come looking for you and then the whole village will be looking at the sky with me”.

So Yum walked sadly home. Dum grunted as she entered their hut. He was playing with the children and was glad that she was home at last. When they had got the children to sleep Yum told Dum about Song sitting on the hill overlooking the ocean as though she was waiting for some thing.

The sun had set and the children were now asleep so Yum said to Dum. “I am not happy that Song is out there alone. Go to her and make sure she is safe and try to persuade her to come back home.”

Dum looked doubtful so Yum went on “When you come back I will warm you up” she then placed her hand on his chest and lift it up and touched his face.” He knew then he could not refuse. She knew the way to his heart and so nodded in agreement.

Dum took a firebrand with him and carefully followed Yum’s instruction as to where Song might be. It took him some time but eventually by the light of the moon he could see Song’s outline on the hillside. She was looking at the moon.

He softly called to her, “Song, it is me, Dum”

“Come sit, Dum. So Yum has sent you to look after me has she? You have a woman among many to trust her man with this woman alone.”

Dum laughed. “You are here, I am here but what else is here that is the mystery? You know when things happen, don’t you?”

“We are a pair Dum”, she replied. “We both have gifts; you can see what we can make of this world to make our lives better.  And I….I can foretell what is to happen. Tonight I feel some thing will happen and we will see it together.”

So they both sat down looking down over the darkened landscape towards the sea some way off. The sky was almost clear and a cool wind blew gently from the shore.

Dum sat looking out towards the sea and Song hummed some words then she noticed the moon slowly being darkened not by clouds but by a shadow slowly biting into its side.  Song nudged Dum “Look, look at the moon Dum! Something is covering the moon.

Dum stared at the moon’s disc and slowly, minute after minute a dark shadow was covering the moon’s face. “Is it dying, Song?”

Song started to cry out, “Mother Moon, what is happening to you?” She stood up and stretched her arms. “Do not leave us mother Moon, we need you lighten our darkness.”

Dum looked at Song face and could see tears wet on her face. Then she started to sing a mournful song of longing that he had never heard before. She didn’t stop all the while the moon’s face darkened. Finally the moon was completely covered by a dark mantle even Dum had a tears in his eye. What was happening to his world? He wondered.

On and on Song sang her lament until finally moon satisfied that someone cared for her showed a spark of light on her rim. The light grew bigger and bigger and still Song sang. Finally after they had been on the hillside for hours the moon shone fully again.

Song exhausted collapsed on the ground. Dum held her close to him not knowing what to do. He had never been that close to her before and he could smell the scent of her body, a mixture of flowers and herbs. He brushed the hair from her face and she slowly recovered.

“Go home now Dum” she said hoarsely.

He shook his head. “We go back together, Song.”

She nodded reluctantly “Tell Yum to see me tomorrow, but tell no one else of this mystery. No one, do you understand?”

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Made in heaven

What did I just say?

It was a lunatic thing

I said “I love you”

My head is spinning

A spaceship out of control

“You? Me? Forever?”

Angels spread their wings

And usually tread with care

They have been busy

Our planets collide

A stunning supernova

I’ll be the loser

Should I endeavor

To get out of this tangle 

"No, I do love you"

You've stars in your eyes
Eternity is good for me
You are my sunshine

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Born on Christmas Day

For those who on this day were born

There is not much joy at all

Celebrations for a more worthy one

Has left us hurt, sad and so forlorn

Christmas is of course a treat

Presents yes and carols too

With trees and candles and all the rest

But my birthday has missed a beat

I know all about the manger and the hay

Of lots of food and games to play

But I wished I’d arrived in June 

Rather than to be born on Christmas Day

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Author's note: Please direct no sympathies or wishes to me as Christmas is not my birthday!

Shame

                                                 Rock Art, Kakadu National Park

In nineteen sixty seven

As a new Australian

An immigrant no less

Registered to vote

I was now entitled

To say whether

The Aboriginal people

Of this great land

Been here for about
Forty thousand years
Should be given the vote!
Was I proud?

Whiteys came scarcely
Two hundred years ago
“Terra Nullis” they said

Empty that is except for

A culture older than theirs

Art telling their history

Stories of their beliefs

A strict rule of law

Education for the young

Dancing to inspire

Songs to weep over

I was shamed

                         

                                       Mother Tree by Mrs Wallace                             

Yet Again

To be blunt
I'm as drunk
As a skunk
Yet again

You've been gone
For so long
Now I'm down
I've no brain

I'm so sick
Lethargic
Been in the nick
It's a pain

Please come home
Hate it alone
And I'm all done
Ring me Jane

Thanks for the call
You said it all
I'm on the ball
Catch the first train

A candle was lit

'Lily my flower'
Her Grandmother who'd named her that
Had been called to God

Now everyone wept
Lily and the congregation
At the funeral

Some words were spoken
The congregation sang hymns
It was Lily's turn

A candle was lit
And Lily carried it up
To say her goodbye

She didn't look sad
As she thought of her grandma
For she was smiling

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The brief case

I looked in all places

Just for that information

I needed right now

But had you been here

You would have found it quickly

You were organised

I searched all the drawers

Even turned out the cupboards

And tore out my hair

So desperate me 

Pulled out all the suitcases

Even your briefcase

I opened that up

And rummaged through the contents

This sure stopped me dead

There was a letter 

Decades old, from you to me

But was never sent

You had been so cross

I had upset you so much

So you told me so

I knew your tears fell

When writing that sad letter

As mine now did too

You've been long gone

Yet you showed in your love then

That love conquers all

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Lesson in sustainability

Ogre peered from his cave                        

Sadly gazed through the haze                 

Straining his old eyes                                

To glimpse the horizon                              

And searching for the sight                                  

Of that far distant cape                               

“It’s been many eras”                                  

His voice murmured gruffly                                   

Tugging at his cruel chains                      

“Ages since I traipsed there                      

The old times have long gone                  

With cute maidens to rape”                                   

“Mythological men                                      

Who believes in us now?                          

Water nymphs and monsters                    

Inflamed by our passions                        

Deranged by jealousy                                

Roaming the landscape”                           

“We were terrible then                                

But couldn’t sustain belief                        

You humans do worse now                  

As we just gnawed on bones                   

But they have filet of beef                         

And call their pancakes, crepes”              

“No, I’m used to this life                             

And would feign exchange it                   

A tremor I will cause

When I tug on my chain                            

But you destroy the earth

Turning it to moonscape"                     

   
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A child in a manger

They had to get away

For she was pregnant

It just wasn’t safe there

Looking at her husband

He was the main arranger

He had shaved his beard

And paid their money over

Now they had nothing left

As they waited for a boat

To get away from danger

Hundreds like them gathered

To sail away from there

And find a brighter future

For freedom was their goal

To be their life changer

They boarded a tiny boat

Packed in huddled together

She and others were sick

Their water ration low

Some too spewed anger

Their boat when finally seen

Was diverted from their goal

Unloaded on a navalship

Taken to a distant shore

To house them in a hangar

Her baby made his move

Into this world must come

Taken to their promised land

A hospital bed for her

In the land of bush rangers

He husband was not there

Tired, scared and voiceless

Strange people helped her through

An Aussie child born one day

His cot was like a manger

This land settled long ago

By convicts and all such

Accepting most that came

Will now turn its back on them

For it fears this bad stranger

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War Games

Summer of Discord
Foolish men discussing peace
Neither a winner

A compact of lies
To both each other and us
Death's scythe comes reaping

I'm learning to walk
Unaware of wars cruel threat
Parents fear the worst

We start a new life
Hate devastation and death
None are neglected

My childhood lessons
Jubilant, peace comes at last
Yet another lie

We still play the game
Conflict always our boardgame
Man's foolish hobby


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It seems like yesterday

                              Air raid shelter built in urban street WW2

I was not yet nine

It seems like yesterday

The war was raging

Poverty was close

Everything was still rationed

Even for small boys

The cupboad was bare 

For we lived from week to week

Nothing stored away

So we kept chickens

Gave them scraps and left overs

So they gave us eggs

School fed us each day

Gave us a bottle of milk

Frozen in winter

Mother had a job

No one to look after us

So we boys ran wild

We roamed the dark woods

Explored derelict buildings

Glorious springtime

In the evening

We sat by the radio

Our entertainment

Bombers flew above

Army convoys filled the streets

Great fun for small boys

So may years have passed

All this is stored in my mind

We have learned nothing

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Sweet breezes

The air was still, warm was the sun                     

And sweat in our eyes was no fun                                  

This work now started was quite hard

Picking apples in the orchard

We were gathering the harvest                

But we needed a spot of rest                                

Soon a lunchtime break was called

So our toil was finally stalled                                

We all scattered to find some shade                   

Down to the grove of trees we made                   

A cool stream trickled in that spot                        

Sat down, the days work we forgot                      

We gazed out on the sylvan scene                     

Able to rest from that routine                                 

We ate our fill then cuddled in                             

I bent over and kissed her skin                

What splendor was my view that day                  

Sweet breezes blew her hair astray            

Our joy was sadly brought to nought                  

A rattling bell our labor sought                             

This secular peal was not the tune                     

A real church bell would wed us soon               

But money first we had to gain                          

Before our marriage that was plain                     

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She is my delight

She is my delight

When I see her sleeping there

The moonbeams kiss her

My girl of nature

Soft thunder of her beating heart

As the sun rises

Her scent drifts my way

The soft touch of her sweet breath

Inflaming my soul

I embrace her love

The rolling hills of her breasts

Always beckon me

Our stormy passion

A walk in the wild weather

Lightning in her hair

My eyes open wide

The rain falling on her cheeks

Telling a story

She murmurs some words

Wakes and wraps me in her arms

She is my delight

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Just more of the same

Young Ann was hopeful

She was shy but she still grinned

So her mom was pleased

Tanya just shrugged

Tolerant of him for now

She couldn’t care less

Donna shook her head

Mom had brought home a boyfriend

Nothing but distrust

For she remembered

All the rows and the screaming 

Just more of the same

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My girl Jill

They shook their heads as oft they did                  

My parents knew of my desire                                

To travel far from my place of birth             

To live my life for all I was worth                              

We were country folk of southern hills                     

Where hard farming was our sole graft      

But all my mates did laugh and scoff                     

As I was one who sought a life far off                        

Despite this as soon as I was able

I said good bye to my parents sad

And stole a kiss from my girl Jill

This need for adventure for to fill

So off I went one fine morning

Left my home of many a year

I trekked over the hills to the sea    

Where my life could be lived so free          

I was but a stranger on that shore

And found life hard to fill my needs

I toiled on a job to pay my way 

But so empty was my night and day

I drank too much, that’s for sure

My workmates speech was hard to read

And they laughed at my country ways

Taunting me ‘til I was ablaze

Waking in the gutter one morn

Of this life I knew I’d see enough

Adventure now had lost its thrill 

I must go back to my girlfriend Jill

So I packed my bags and off I went
To make that uphill journey back
My heart now knew my love was home
No more from my cute Jill would roam

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The sad song

I hear a sad song

“Where is the one that I love?”

The lonely bird calls

The trees whisper back

“Do come again in springtime”

Speak they to me too?

I see her soft eyes

And her limbs so lithe and brown

And sweet lips to kiss

“Will she dance for me?”

The trees only shook their heads

And dropped some sad leaves

The wind she moaned too

And blew cold on my poor heart

The message was clear

Just how many lives

Do we each expect to live?

Tears are my answer

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I can live again

I look at her dance                                                  

Pirouettes of such longing                                    

Memorable moments                                              

Children’s loving hands                                        

Lonely tear spills from my eyes                            

Pride and loneliness                                              

Such stain on my heart                                         

Heart’s sad flutter of regret                        

Cloudy with sorrow                                                 

Fateful decision                                                      

My miserable loneliness                                        

Sad neglected life                                                     

Firm and resolute                                                    

Loving times not forgotten 

I can live again 

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