City Reflections (For Megan)
When we were young and reckless Our hearts tripped Across broken midnight And stolen gold. Walking in the city Late one night I saw traffic light reflections On wet cobblestones. The neon and hot amber Of the summer's night Rain-slicked
Danielle
* I have quoted a line from an Ed Kuepper song here......
My Online Girl
Are you online girl? I've waited for so long (And I couldn't sleep in the small hours). I want you girl - and I know right from wrong - To write these words and trust now in their powers. In cyberspace, I hope you read this song And that you re
In your flat
Here I have tried to capture something of the nature of the existential loneliness which can occur between man and woman.
Virtual Love
Don't mean to be overly morbid; this is just the flip side of our world today.
Almost Drowning
*Narrabeen - A Sydney beach The true story of how I almost drowned on Christmas Day, when I was nine years old, and how my father rescued me - saving my life. ^ edit.......17/6/20 (Sydney).
Blue Mountains
The famous Blue Mountains World Heritage Area, about 60 km west of Sydney. The "Blue" colour is caused by the refraction of sunlight through a very fine vapour of eucalyptus oil given off by thousands of trees in the heat of the day.
Robyn (one night stand)
* Rockdale (inner) southwest suburb of Sydney ** Engadine southern suburb of Sydney.
Antivax Rats
Antivax Stupidity!
To a Miser
All your life - you've heaped up all your gold; - You think you've got some substance in this world? Though surely - you must know - that its a shame - When history - will soon forget your name. All your hours - you've hard pinched ever
Faded Angel
Lying on the grass in Newtown Cemetary To see the setting Sun in his hot ire Drown in a riot of colour - soon sparkling sky - As Titan sinks now in a sea of fire. Bright trace remains- although the day must die - The sinking sun to night almost
Our life's Infinity
Where does our 'light' come from? - and where does it go?
A Lucid Dream
I can't wake up! These succubi They haunt me- Another broken love - Or a forgotten dream? Trapped in this Kaleidoscopic maze Old movie vision Flickers in my head From the cinema Of my life Exited and restless Under the sheets I jol
Welcome to New Online Poets
Write as much as you can In every style that you can To find your true voice; Then pan the gold from the dross - To publish only your best. ©lovecanbereal All rights reserved
Why I Love Girls
First blossom and first love are beautiful To see affection in my girlfriend's eyes Like flowers on a bush are plentiful Although - amidst - a few thorns did arise. Growing in confidence - though still bashful We think first loves - perfection
Storm
A short poem about a riding school horse
The TV Weather Girl
* Just a generic poem about a TV weather girl (That's Television, you understand).
Of Poetry in the "First Person".
"I" hope the "fun police" never confiscate my "poetic license!"
Melissa (the honey girl)
* Name Changed: Some "poetic licence" may have been taken.
Sweet Release
Cadenced footsteps quicken A jangle of keys Now freedom and release. © lovecanbereal All rights reserved
Dedication: For My Horse Rebel
An honest poem about an honest horse. "No hour spent in the saddle is ever wasted" - Winston Churchill.
Lucy
* Names Changed ** A doomed relationship *** "Johnny" rot in Hell **** "Lucy" Rest in Peace ***** S*xual abuse of children, and intentional cruelty to animals; two of life's worst (and most inexcusable crimes)
A Bag of Monkeys
Please note: (*) A "monkey" is racetrack/racing slang for $500= so obviously these are not "actual" monkeys - merely metaphorical ones. (**) Happy "Year of the Monkey" to all CS members.
Pania
* Sydney suburbs
A Lover's Prayer
In a strange and far off land Two lovers met in a small world He took her heart and she his hand Somethings were meant to stay untold. The secret of two lover's hearts Intertwined in sacred bliss Surpass in mind the deepest art What words
Epona
Redemptive form: Power through narrative, Power through Nature. Epona my redeemer, Epona my sunshine, Epona my lifeline, Epona my success, Epona my Goddess. © lovecanbereal All rights reserved
Sydney Sales Yard
A bonny mare if 'ere there was one Stood tall in the Sydney Sales Yard. The odds, the ring, the sales yard;- And soon they beat her down. The bid lot forty three, recall (If memory serves me right) Where stood there men as tough as nails And
Lyn (the kindness of strangers).
* Australian saying meaning rough, unrefined. ** Rhyming slang i.e f*cking nuts.
The Succubus
Originally published as: "The Succubus (She Devil)"
One Friday night at the trots (old Harold Park)
Rapt in attention As the pace car quickens Horses score up behind Like a phalanx Seven off the front And five behind Makes a full field of twelve Drivers in formation - Now bursting off the arm To settle down at speed In two neat rows
To the CS lady poets
For the CS lady poets...
The Rose
Within the blood-red nature of this rose, Runs sap of life - without impediment, A scarlet ruffle, in the sunshine grows, Amidst the thorns of our bewilderment, That blooms in Spring, before the Winter snows, Banish Autumn, and the flowers' raim
Poem for Megan
For seven years I've longed for your love, That's deep and blue as the ocean's bliss - As winged she flies - a lonely dove - Through the storm's eye in search of your kiss;- No longer I'll watch the empty cove, And dying waves that beg for a try
A Woman's Beauty
A woman's beauty may well surpass her soul - A woman's beauty won't be revealed to all. A woman's beauty - for the man who sees it not; - That man will never see - that's his sad lot. A woman's beauty - only seen in glimpses- When two stranger
Feminine & Strong
Just my sentiments after observing and noticing online ... noting some contradiction b/w their common battlecry script and their behaviour/choices...
2024 New Year's Wish
Just came to be as New Yrs Eve 2023 was within reach..and sent it to my all too few nearest and dearest so I can pass on some cheer and as much positivity ...
In One Hundred Years
I translated for you, dear poets, the lyrics of this song, sung by Pancho, our well-known performer. Enjoy it! Love everlasting! Who hasn't dreamed of such?! Wishing you all, dear poets, longevity in your love and life! Many thanks for keeping this little corner alive with your presence!
Look Above
Sung by our popular musician and singer Pancho. Please follow the lines of lyrics while listening to the song, which I translated for your pleasure, dear poets. Wishing Happy New Year to this little corner, which I love dearly, and its industrious talented poets! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqttnYl-TzA
Vokzal
Vokzal is a railway station in Russian. Performed by Russian singer and actress Yekaterina Guseva. The music is all important here. I translated lyrics in case you get interested in what Yekaterina is singing about. It's all about parting - the same old sad story. I am sure all of us know well the bitterness of it. No bitter partings and good luck in love, dear poets!
Don't Cry
“The best thing to hold onto in life is each other” Audrey Hepburn Music and lyrics A. Bogolyubov Performed by Tatyana Bulanova I translated the lyrics for your pleasure, dear poets! Enjoy the song! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5mJ5Xt-kIM&list=PLXq0k62_OCkWPql7RpGJl6rpHmNoBIsRl&index=4
What has made me a man?
Vazha-Pshavela (26 July 1861 – 10 July 1915) is a pen name of the Georgian poet and writer Luka Razikashvili, one of the best representatives of Georgian literature. "Vazha-Pshavela" literally means "a son from Pshavi" (a mountain district) in Georgian. This is just a humble translation of the poem from Georgian for your pleasure, dear poets.
The book of love
When all that matters is no more and emotions lay bare on the floor when all that once was no longer is then life has surely lost its fizz but hope springs eternal, or so they say and maybe I'll find love again some day maybe not now, or even n