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Their lips locked together clumsily then more gently in seeking
She knew of a lie that had been told Perhaps she had read it The passion of a loving mouth was not hot, but cool
In the breathing together with him she could not tell if he was calling out her name for her own mind's song was singing his on high
In the twining and grasping of their bodies on the bed of her joy the world she had known but a moment before had slipped away into a dream she might never recall
This then, was dying The stab of him splitting her into slivers of delight If his force was inside her she could not know for now she only existed as his pulse
No not the 'clouds and the rain' 'The roar of the rainbow maybe'
Smiling at the intruder-thought which robbed her of an instant of her ecstasy
She sensed the shock-waves of her surrender drawing near Bracing herself she arched raising her lover before her
Her crescendo came in a deafening storm eclipsing all her senses utterly.
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She knew of a lie that had been told Perhaps she had read it The passion of a loving mouth was not hot, but cool
In the breathing together with him she could not tell if he was calling out her name for her own mind's song was singing his on high
In the twining and grasping of their bodies on the bed of her joy the world she had known but a moment before had slipped away into a dream she might never recall
This then, was dying The stab of him splitting her into slivers of delight If his force was inside her she could not know for now she only existed as his pulse
No not the 'clouds and the rain' 'The roar of the rainbow maybe'
Smiling at the intruder-thought which robbed her of an instant of her ecstasy
She sensed the shock-waves of her surrender drawing near Bracing herself she arched raising her lover before her
Her crescendo came in a deafening storm eclipsing all her senses utterly.
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Posted: Jan 2022
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Carla - "Free Spins"
About a year ago I was stood up
I thought I had a date, and all was fine.
I'd gone to Bradbury Pub I had up cups
To meet a girl I thought who would be mine
For a date that night - when do I have enough?
Or was I just another man in line?
Though I've had enough of Plenty of Fish*
Easy to meet on there? oh how I wish!
The night was chill - the middle of the winter
I was drawn away from my nice warm hearth.
When the girl didn't show - t'was like a splinter
Had been driven right into my open heart.
T'was a tavern where I'd gone to meet her
So in this tavern is where my story starts.
The pub (as I've noted) was in Bradbury
A nice suburban place for company.
Saturday night;- the inn was rather crowded
(The usual crowd in outer suburbia).
On this dark night, the suburb now enshrouded,
While within were patrons - some the worse for wear.
With each beer, my mind became more clouded
Two hours had almost past - where was she - where?
Well maybe some other lucky man has scored
(I was thinking) as I looked up at the tote board.
Saturday night trots- they were at Menangle
The pub (as most do) had a TAB.
I hadn't come to bet;- the odds to wrangle
(And all I wanted was some company).
I hadn't planned, with the tote to tangle
(Though it seem'd there was a horse there just for me).
Well-performed;- a real strong "son of a gun"
I couldn't believe it said "fifteen to one".
Well, I had bought two hundred dollars with me
Enough (I thought) for a taxi, and some drinks
Though now it seemed, there wouldn't be a lady
So I'll have a bet and then leave (methinks).
Well, the horse strode clear - and won - it was pay day
(To me this horse was just as good as Winx).^
With ten each way, I'd won two hundred dollars
So who needs thoroughbreds,- and Chris Wallers?
Two hundred that I'd bought was now one fifty
(That's give or take seven or eight cold beers)
And with two hundred won, was now three fifty
I collected at the tote, and told them "cheers".
Well now I'm pissed, and thinking kinda shifty
I throw caution to the wind and lose my fears
And did something I'd rarely do when sober
That's play the "slots" and turn the money over.
Americans call 'em slots - that's our pokies
And I (for one) wouldn't recommend to you
This mode of gaming I'd call "hokey pokey"
(Put your money in;- and you're mostly screwed).
You think you're gonna win? Well, are you joking?
(Your currency, it slips fast out of view).
Electronic farce, and tricks,- deceit and lies
They'll steal the pennies from your granny's eyes.
I guess I played that night 'cause I was miffed
Being lured all that way to the boondocks.
Being left all alone, and being stiffed
It serves me right for thinking with my c*ck.
My mood was low, and wouldn't seem to lift
(I expected the machine'd take all I've got).
When suddenly that slot began to feature
Well, ain't Lady Luck a funny creature?
To cut the story short, I won two thousand!
And decided to take the money, there,- and run.
I collected the fat wad which I trousered
Then thought I might go out and buy some fun.
Hailing a taxi cab (which I then ordered)
"Take me to the House of the Rising Sun
Well Aussie cabs are silver, and not yellow
And by the Rising Sun- I mean Bordello.
The house of ill repute,- of which I speak
Was one a fair distance from my home
I'll not "name names",- and though the flesh is weak
It's better than going home pissed and alone.
Once inside I felt as must feel a sheik
Being pampered in a room of one's own
A private room,- if only for one hour
The lady's name was "Carla"- a sweet flower.
The flower of which I speak, was from Asia
Her English not so good;- It didn't matter
When tasting all the forms of love's fantasia
One doesn't ask for elocution's chatter
Well, there's no more room now, on the page here
For me to go, and further tell of Carla
Beautiful? Yes - though a lady of the night
I'd been stood up - though it turned out alright
I thought I had a date, and all was fine.
I'd gone to Bradbury Pub I had up cups
To meet a girl I thought who would be mine
For a date that night - when do I have enough?
Or was I just another man in line?
Though I've had enough of Plenty of Fish*
Easy to meet on there? oh how I wish!
The night was chill - the middle of the winter
I was drawn away from my nice warm hearth.
When the girl didn't show - t'was like a splinter
Had been driven right into my open heart.
T'was a tavern where I'd gone to meet her
So in this tavern is where my story starts.
The pub (as I've noted) was in Bradbury
A nice suburban place for company.
Saturday night;- the inn was rather crowded
(The usual crowd in outer suburbia).
On this dark night, the suburb now enshrouded,
While within were patrons - some the worse for wear.
With each beer, my mind became more clouded
Two hours had almost past - where was she - where?
Well maybe some other lucky man has scored
(I was thinking) as I looked up at the tote board.
Saturday night trots- they were at Menangle
The pub (as most do) had a TAB.
I hadn't come to bet;- the odds to wrangle
(And all I wanted was some company).
I hadn't planned, with the tote to tangle
(Though it seem'd there was a horse there just for me).
Well-performed;- a real strong "son of a gun"
I couldn't believe it said "fifteen to one".
Well, I had bought two hundred dollars with me
Enough (I thought) for a taxi, and some drinks
Though now it seemed, there wouldn't be a lady
So I'll have a bet and then leave (methinks).
Well, the horse strode clear - and won - it was pay day
(To me this horse was just as good as Winx).^
With ten each way, I'd won two hundred dollars
So who needs thoroughbreds,- and Chris Wallers?
Two hundred that I'd bought was now one fifty
(That's give or take seven or eight cold beers)
And with two hundred won, was now three fifty
I collected at the tote, and told them "cheers".
Well now I'm pissed, and thinking kinda shifty
I throw caution to the wind and lose my fears
And did something I'd rarely do when sober
That's play the "slots" and turn the money over.
Americans call 'em slots - that's our pokies
And I (for one) wouldn't recommend to you
This mode of gaming I'd call "hokey pokey"
(Put your money in;- and you're mostly screwed).
You think you're gonna win? Well, are you joking?
(Your currency, it slips fast out of view).
Electronic farce, and tricks,- deceit and lies
They'll steal the pennies from your granny's eyes.
I guess I played that night 'cause I was miffed
Being lured all that way to the boondocks.
Being left all alone, and being stiffed
It serves me right for thinking with my c*ck.
My mood was low, and wouldn't seem to lift
(I expected the machine'd take all I've got).
When suddenly that slot began to feature
Well, ain't Lady Luck a funny creature?
To cut the story short, I won two thousand!
And decided to take the money, there,- and run.
I collected the fat wad which I trousered
Then thought I might go out and buy some fun.
Hailing a taxi cab (which I then ordered)
"Take me to the House of the Rising Sun
Well Aussie cabs are silver, and not yellow
And by the Rising Sun- I mean Bordello.
The house of ill repute,- of which I speak
Was one a fair distance from my home
I'll not "name names",- and though the flesh is weak
It's better than going home pissed and alone.
Once inside I felt as must feel a sheik
Being pampered in a room of one's own
A private room,- if only for one hour
The lady's name was "Carla"- a sweet flower.
The flower of which I speak, was from Asia
Her English not so good;- It didn't matter
When tasting all the forms of love's fantasia
One doesn't ask for elocution's chatter
Well, there's no more room now, on the page here
For me to go, and further tell of Carla
Beautiful? Yes - though a lady of the night
I'd been stood up - though it turned out alright
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Posted: Aug 2017
About this poem:
* The popular dating website.** An outer South West Sydney suburb.
*** An outer South West Sydney (semi rural) suburb.
**** TAB (Totalisator Agency Board) betting shop.
***** Winx - very famous Australian racehorse.
****** Trainer of Winx
******* Poker Machines
^ Just sticking up for the trots (harness races). I would never run down Winx, who is undeniably the World's Best Racehorse.
(What I mean, in the context of this poem, is that Winx is just so incredibly good, that she always starts at short odds; and is therefore not a viable betting proposition).
(Comment added 5/11/18).
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The Man Is In The Moon Again
The clouds are moving fast tonight
There's a fast southernly blowing wind
Other than that everything is quiet
And the man is in the moon again
All of a sudden something stirred up the frogs by the pond
I guess it's time for me to be moving on
With my little dog he's my best friend
And as we look up the man is in the moon again
Off in a distance I see a few lights in the little town
And farther still I hear this faint sound
In a little while the train will be coming round the bend
And as we quickly cross the tracks the man is in the moon again
There's a fast southernly blowing wind
Other than that everything is quiet
And the man is in the moon again
All of a sudden something stirred up the frogs by the pond
I guess it's time for me to be moving on
With my little dog he's my best friend
And as we look up the man is in the moon again
Off in a distance I see a few lights in the little town
And farther still I hear this faint sound
In a little while the train will be coming round the bend
And as we quickly cross the tracks the man is in the moon again
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Posted: Dec 2021
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Cricketing memories
Now i'm getting old and grey
I think back to yesteryears day
Cricket I watched and wanted to play
I started as scorer one day in May
Allowed to practice with the older chaps
Might even play one day perhaps
Second team were a player short
Faced the bowling out caught
Trudge back to the pavilion not much luck
Could have been worse it wasn't a duck
Picked at last for the first team to play
Arrived at the ground its raining to my dismay
Next match I opened the batting
Scored some runs while playing on matting
I didn't like all that time in the field
I preferred the pads on bat to wield
I tried fast bowling was not to be
Innings complete off in for tea
Cucumber sandwiches and scones for me
All washed down with a mug of rosie lee
Resume play after the Break
Other team attempting our score to make
Losing wickets at a fair old rate
Last one out the games on a plate
After the game a drink in the inn
Winners and losers friends again
Waiting for the next practice day
Sort the mistakes we made in the play
Those summers have now past
Just memories now gone so fast
Wishing I could play and how
All I can do is watch the game now
I think back to yesteryears day
Cricket I watched and wanted to play
I started as scorer one day in May
Allowed to practice with the older chaps
Might even play one day perhaps
Second team were a player short
Faced the bowling out caught
Trudge back to the pavilion not much luck
Could have been worse it wasn't a duck
Picked at last for the first team to play
Arrived at the ground its raining to my dismay
Next match I opened the batting
Scored some runs while playing on matting
I didn't like all that time in the field
I preferred the pads on bat to wield
I tried fast bowling was not to be
Innings complete off in for tea
Cucumber sandwiches and scones for me
All washed down with a mug of rosie lee
Resume play after the Break
Other team attempting our score to make
Losing wickets at a fair old rate
Last one out the games on a plate
After the game a drink in the inn
Winners and losers friends again
Waiting for the next practice day
Sort the mistakes we made in the play
Those summers have now past
Just memories now gone so fast
Wishing I could play and how
All I can do is watch the game now
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
I wrote this poem whilst sitting watching a game in later life
Dad's Birthday
I just spent about 48 bucks on some fake flowers for the top of your tombstone
I gave you 100 bucks back in 2006 when I worked for Americold
A job you helped me to get
I didn't like that job much
But it was better than Lactalis
Now you have been away for one year and nine months
What have you been doing?
A lot of fishing, trapping, napping, eating out, ginseng and morel hunting
Spending time with your dad and your step dad
I know you didn't like it where you were
I didn't like you being there either
Unable to move and do all the things that brought you joy
Away from your grand kids and your home where you had privacy
I posted pics of you on facebook of you doing all the things you enjoyed
Happy 85 Birthday
And
I miss you a lot!
I gave you 100 bucks back in 2006 when I worked for Americold
A job you helped me to get
I didn't like that job much
But it was better than Lactalis
Now you have been away for one year and nine months
What have you been doing?
A lot of fishing, trapping, napping, eating out, ginseng and morel hunting
Spending time with your dad and your step dad
I know you didn't like it where you were
I didn't like you being there either
Unable to move and do all the things that brought you joy
Away from your grand kids and your home where you had privacy
I posted pics of you on facebook of you doing all the things you enjoyed
Happy 85 Birthday
And
I miss you a lot!
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
Like the Cinderalla song says "You don't know what you got till it's gone."
ONCE
once i was young, once i had dreams, once was all i had, the end!
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
It speaksBirdie
I got a treat of free golf with a golf cart yesterday
It was at a golf course I used to be a member at in 1994 around May
It was hole number 16 that sits about 150 yards from my parking spot
I connected with a six iron and the ball flew up and hot
Sticking on the green about three feet away
Telling myself to sink the putt there would be nothing my head would say
Clear your mind of all the junk
And into the hole the ball went with a plunk
I had golfed this hole about 100 times before
But since it is rare for me to edit my thoughts, the good shots went out the door
So like in life if you can clear your mind of the bad
You can do things that will make you glad
I'm still working on this as I am 52
So I can enjoy my life till it is through
It was at a golf course I used to be a member at in 1994 around May
It was hole number 16 that sits about 150 yards from my parking spot
I connected with a six iron and the ball flew up and hot
Sticking on the green about three feet away
Telling myself to sink the putt there would be nothing my head would say
Clear your mind of all the junk
And into the hole the ball went with a plunk
I had golfed this hole about 100 times before
But since it is rare for me to edit my thoughts, the good shots went out the door
So like in life if you can clear your mind of the bad
You can do things that will make you glad
I'm still working on this as I am 52
So I can enjoy my life till it is through
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
One of my favorite golf shots happened long ago with my brother. It was a par 3, first shot off tee went into a bunker, second shot stayed in the bunker, third shot rolled onto the green and into the hole, a par.
WORDS
Words are a great treasure of the truths and feelings spoken. They show a little of my person, who seeks to reach the heart that he loves, and thus, sometimes they call me a poet. For this reason, when writing them, I have to measure them with the feeling, each one that is transcribed. It only needs to have one weight. Within this understanding that I have, the words need to say something, just as I read them. This vigilance with the written words, I do only to please the feelings. I take the necessary care to write, this being my greatest and true treasure. I'm just love and affection, I have sensual thoughts and erotic attitudes.
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
WORDSWI Dells
Wisconsin Dells
Is a place I feel pretty well
Mini golf at Pirate's Cove
Walk up main street where i like to rove
Fudge shops, souvenir shops, and cheese
There's always something that will make you pleased
Timbavati Zoo is better now in any weather
Especially when they thinned out the Macaw Parrots
So they weren't pulling out each other feathers
Wisconsin Deer Park is nice this time of year
If you like feeding deer
Kalahari has it all
If it decides to rain, you can mini golf and hit your ball
Moose Jaw and Macs are good places to eat
There are plenty more good resturants for a treat
Cambrian sandstone rock formations on the Wisconsin River
They have a beauty that will always deliver
So the place up there is just fun
And the 95 mile drive is a pretty run
Is a place I feel pretty well
Mini golf at Pirate's Cove
Walk up main street where i like to rove
Fudge shops, souvenir shops, and cheese
There's always something that will make you pleased
Timbavati Zoo is better now in any weather
Especially when they thinned out the Macaw Parrots
So they weren't pulling out each other feathers
Wisconsin Deer Park is nice this time of year
If you like feeding deer
Kalahari has it all
If it decides to rain, you can mini golf and hit your ball
Moose Jaw and Macs are good places to eat
There are plenty more good resturants for a treat
Cambrian sandstone rock formations on the Wisconsin River
They have a beauty that will always deliver
So the place up there is just fun
And the 95 mile drive is a pretty run
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
I've been going to WI Dells since 1985 when my friend Todd and his mom and dad took me to Family Land(now Mt Olympus, Noah's Ark(Waterpark), and Tommy Bartlett's Robot World, which are still there.Songs
If you could read my mind
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
Now tell me what you gonna do
When judgement comes for you
No one to blame
You know I love you, 99
Let me hear you say
Fight the power
Living in a promise land
Our dreams are made of steels
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin round my back stairs!
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
Now tell me what you gonna do
When judgement comes for you
No one to blame
You know I love you, 99
Let me hear you say
Fight the power
Living in a promise land
Our dreams are made of steels
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin round my back stairs!
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
If you could read my mind by Gordon LightfootWhat's Up by 4 Non Blondes
Crossroads by Bone Thugs N Harmony
99 by Toto
Fight the Power by Public Enemy
Living In A Promise Land by Willie Nelson
Sundown by Gordon Lightfoot
Just some songs I listened to this last week
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