Dawn heralded a new day as a few gathered on the beach
The day of reckoning as temperatures soared
Hordes headed to the shore and prepared for battle
All day they stayed bodies strewn across the sands
Whether bronzed or pale they came to face the midday sun
Few took cover but braved it out face to face
With the glaring enemy shining strongly
Neither side gave in until the Sun set to
The guilty one was disappearing over the horizon
There was a hush as those witnesses left held sway
The sun had been a fierce combatant today
Some looked red in the face others just browned off
Gathered in the cool of evening came the celebrations
Scoffing drinks and hamburgers triumph in their eyes
Giving and receiving praise for their courage
And hearing tales of woe from their burnt allies
Others though now hid hid in shame for they were not participants
They had avoided the battlefield and escaped
Going to the hills to some safe sylvan bank
With a cool running stream...those pale weaklings
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Bondi is a popular beach in Sydney
Looking at the word
It was procrastination
Just what could I write?
How could I use it
Preferring romantic tales
Love and tenderness
Where's the poetry
In such a sad word as this
My mind's uncertain
Those tears in her eyes
There is no future with him
She tells him the truth
But he still has hope
And cannot accept goodbye
His love is so blind
So she lies to him
I am seeing someone else
He stares open mouthed
Men they are such fools
He's taken her for granted
So he pays the price
He was angry now
Both loving and hating her
Her eyes were fearful
Will he do her harm?
She wonders what she should do
So then she tells him
Let's both have a break
Play the field just to make sure
It is worth a try
So he nods sadly
Gullible as most men are
Kicks stones on way home
Every writer
Puts a little of themselves
In their love stories
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I'm no longer steady on my feet for they do not remember our life long past.
Oops! Here I go again the pavement welcomes me like an old friend as I stumble on the sidewalk pavers.
Where has that man gone who played sport like crazy and reveled in running distance races or more to the point where those willing legs?
Age wearies me as I totter around watchful of errant ants lest I trip over them as I shuffle along.
So what do we have when we are old and Hebe the Greek goddess of youth no longer looks on us?
Oh yes, I wrote myself a memo about her the other day but seem to have lost it now...yes, here it is, it's Mnemosyne the little known Greek goddess of memory; I wonder why I keep forgetting that, I'll have to write myself a memo.
Image 1 found at http://www.greek-gods.info/ancient-greek-gods/hebe/hebe-pictures.php
Image 2 found at http://www.theoi.com/Titan/TitanisMnemosyne.html
The mountains call me again
To that inviting scent of pine
I'll walk the trails to see my friends
This old world of yours and mine
Listen to the birds sing their songs
Hear the whisper of our tree
Brush against green ferns waving fronds
To watch squirrels quickly flee
Where better to sit me down
To rest by bank of rushing stream
The wriggle of the tiny fry
With the croak of frogs I dream
Be by my side once again
Hold my hand as you did before
It's not the same here all alone
But you'll watch me evermore
For I sense you everywhere
We laughed and loved all those years past
I search for you I know you're here
Who says that love will not last
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I love her madly
But will she ever be mine?
Sweet creature of dawn
My eyes watch her stir
Freed from her nocturnal sleep
As I close my eyes
She knows I look on
When she lets the sun kiss her
As I hide away
Who'll be her lover?
To break this poor heart of mine
Hidden in darkness
What omen ignored
Who did my parents offend?
To be cursed this way
Will the one I love
Be bride to deadly nightshade
And dare to kiss me
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With his tight showlaces
I saw an old man fumbling
Mirror's reflection
It was me of course
Boy, youth, father now old man
Cursing memory
I now stand up straight
Hands trembling with memories
Anger in my heart
Where is the logic?
Tedious, trying, tiring day
Untying the knot
Tomorrow will dawn
How comforting the prospect
I'll try to be there
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I have now returned home
The pilot flies over
This my city of birth
Bustling busy with life
I am the revenant
There is no shame in that
The engines roar, I sigh
The plane drops slowly down
We're dismissed like schoolkids
Stewardess smiles at me
We are freed from her care
My feet now touch home soil
I engage a taxi cab
Takes me to my hotel
Shafts of light filter through
The tall city buildings
I don't remember it
Everything has changed now
But I have too it seems
There is justice in that
There is fluctuation
My thoughts are all jumbled
Stranger in my own city
We must be friends again
I shall walk through the streets
Cut through the alleyways
Breathe in the atmosphere
To claim it back again
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Image 2 founds at www.ctbuh.org
