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I have talent - by my own assertion-
And it seems that lately, many more agree;
Though writing chiefly now in the first person-
Is that person I now write of - really me?
Far be it now, for me to cast aspersion -
On many (or even any) of my deeds;
For it is merely all "poetic license"-
" I'm " the poet that the critics cannot silence.



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Melissa at a party year eleven
White skin like milk - with just a few freckles
That night you were my little piece of heaven
Our passion burning bright with fiery sparkles.
Your silky hair was jet black like a raven -
As to me tonight your kingdom falls!
Melissa, sweet honey girl - attracting bees -
And that night we both did as we pleased.

Fumbling;- beginner's love, - both seventeen
Not much experience; - except the year
Before that, diff'rent girl (I was sixteen).
Expectations rise - though with a bit of fear -
Is this the real thing - or just a dream?
Emotions flood us - we hold each other near; -
Dear God in heaven - give me just a taste!
Sweet Melissa - I remember your embrace.

Young love that night had broken all its strictures
As hot feelings found full consummation.
(At least that's what they tell us in the pictures -
In practice a more messy situation).
To me my dear Melissa now surrenders -
And vice a versa - what infatuation!
As in an ecstasy our youthful passion
Found frisson and excitement in this fashion.

Big waves are building - but to break on the shore -
With both our hearts now sighing with devotion;
(I will use the sea now as a metaphor -
For what is first love but a raging ocean?)
Caught in a sweet embrace we still want more -
Remember your first time - a revelation!
Well that is what happened at this party -
Where Melissa vanquish'd her virginity.

I write this now - as looking back through time -
Now thirty years have gone - where did they go?
And this the start of love-life most sublime
Which started there in Bell those years ago.
My belle in Bell (I could not resist that line)
And woman since have been delight and woe -
If I told all now - then you would have an epic; -
So I better halt my discourse on this topic.


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Cadenced footsteps quicken
A jangle of keys
Now freedom and release.


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I look into my horse's eyes -
A deep pool there that holds no lies;
An honest glance without conceit
As he stands tall on all four feet.

From your liquid lambent eyes
Your equine soul now me espies
And I could never do you wrong -
I can only praise you in this song.

You'll take quick flight - if alarmed -
Speed animates your vital form;
Though when your still as a calm lake -
In mutual trust we both partake.

Rebel my beautiful standard bred
Your chestnut all from tail to head
On the trot track you once did race
And with stamina could quick miles pace.

You were still strong years after racing
Though now you trot instead of pacing
Adapting as a saddle horse
You did train on - no need for force.

You quietly did as you were bidden
First in the gig, and then when ridden
You learnt to trot and canter freely -
And then to jump most gracefully.

In your strong body not one bad bone
At Richmond Farm you found a home -
To there live out your life complete
To my sweet horse Rebel - Rest In Peace.


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How can I say that sex with you was poison -
When it was some of the best I've ever had?
Sometimes two lover's hearts must swell with treason -
Maybe such sweet deceptions always sad.
Feelings of this kind must defy reason -
Like a hit of d**gs - the short term state is glad;
To blow our minds in this our sweet escape -
It seems the devil had both our souls to rape.

Two damaged hearts - and drinking - always drinking -
We drank the chalice to sublimate our pain;
Reason's out the window - lust is smirking -
And in the morning falls a bitter rain.
Then at it again - neither of us thinking -
We held each other in this our secret shame;
Our relationship in eighteen months went nowhere -
And desolation's angel hovered there.

What can I say that would ever make a dif'rence?
Who had the best of whom? - I c'not say.
Of lust this strong - intense as it is senseless -
Sometimes, two lovers - both must have their way.
Let's blow our minds - then look into the distance -
(And embrace again to cover our dismay)
For when "love" becomes affection's artifice -
When neither loves - then both must drown in vice.

T'was not so long ago, I heard you died,
Roughly three months ago (it was) so I
Thought that I'd extend this poem. (I could have cried
It was a shock, but I kept my eyes dry).
This life to you unhappiness supplied,
So I'd rage on your behalf up to the sky
For all of the injustice, and abuse
Done to you as a child, but what's the use?

S*xually abused when you were nine,
And by a distant uncle, in his teens
Which lay in your subconscious like a mine
To detonate, and blow away life's dreams.
When we first met, all of you seemed fine,
(But first impressions are never as they seem)
With you for about a year and a half
Though we couldn't save each other, or ourselves.

Still, we clung together, as two lost drunks
(The sex was good and I have no complaints)
From the start, our relationship was sunk
(I could cry, or howl, or yell;- invoke the saints,
And nothing could have helped with your blue funk).
Well angels (if they're any) they would faint
If they recalled (or saw) the damage done
And how your life was robbed of any fun.

I was with you for eighteen months, before
You moved away, to go live up the coast.
(Lucy never in your nature like a whore
And I don't of just another conquest boast).
If I met that c*nt, I'd even up the score,
Then they'd put me in jail (five years at most)
So I'll damn him in my verse here instead,
And Johnny, you'll be punished when you're dead.

Well Johnny, now I know that your a liar,
Who destroyed Lucy's life, then went your way
I know that you'll be burnt by Karmic Fire
And live in guilt, unto your dying day.
Dead ladies tell no tales, they don't require
That truth be told, but you'll suffer someday
In this life (or the next) and cast in flames
For what you once excused as childish games.

I won't go on much further - except to say -
Lucy, I don't know the details - how you died;
(All I can do is speak of my dismay
And write in lieu of tears I may have cried).
For posterity, I may record the day
We first met, now you have to death retired;-
The thirteenth of the seventh two thousand and two;-
I hope you're reborn in the next life high and new.


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I once had a bag of monkeys
They were mostly well behaved
Until - one day - I took them to the racetrack
(Where quite a few of them escaped!)

One of them he
Went up a tree
And would not come down again
I waited for a long time
Until I could wait no longer
And I had to walk away

Another got onto a stable roof
And sat there taunting me
Then disappeared out of sight
(I heard him laugh with glee)

Then yet another
(Encouraged by the others)
Leaped from the sack
And made good his getaway

He jumped onto an old man's hat
And from there to a penciller's shoulder
Then hid inside a bookie's bag
(This only made him bolder)

(There were only a few left now
And they wanted to join their troupe)

"No way" (I said) "Settle down
That's enough mischief for today"
"Please" (they said) "Now let us out -
For we only want to play!"

"Maybe" (I said)
"But It seems that I
Cannot trust you lot at all-
Based on what I've seen today"

"Besides you've set my nerves on edge,
So now I need a beer -
(And by the way, am I the only one,
Who's thinking clearly here?")

"Fair enough" - the monkeys said
(As I took them to the bar)
"But can we have a drink as well-
As we have come this far?"

"It would seem fair" (I said to them)
"But you must be well behaved"
"We'll all be good" (they said to me)
"We will not act depraved"

"OK" (I said) "Then I'll let you out-
Though you'll all
Have to settle down -
And only two at a time"

"For two is company
And threes a crowd
(As you lot well know)
So come and gather round"

Cautiously I opened the bag
And let the first two monkeys out
Then cheekily (one said to me)
"I think it is your shout"

"Water for you two only" ( I told them)
"You're bad enough as it is -
And if you don't entirely mind
Sit there and mind your biz"

No sooner had they got their drinks
Then one it jumped the bar!
He grabbed a bottle of champagne
And poured it in a jar

Of course I tried to stop him quick
But soon he drank the lot
Then he smashed all of the glasses
And started throwing sh*t!

Well security - they threw him out,
And he wound up in the car park
(That was the last I saw of him -
Even though I sent a scout)

The other one sat on his bar stool
And quietly sipped his water
Then all of a sudden he jumped up
And stole a lady's fascinator!

He put the thing on his head
And then ran round and round
Then he was off and on the track
(They could not pin him down)

Now embarrassed I sat quiet
And stared into my beer
Then I said to the last one in the bag
"Why on Earth did I bring you here?"

The last monkey in the bag
Well, then he said to me:
"I cannot vouch for my friends-
So can you please now set me free?"

"Sure," I said "Your welcome now-
And trouble I can do without"
With that, I upended the bag
And that last monkey - he jumped out!

(Moral of the story?):
Don't take too many monkeys to the racetrack.


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We met in Newtown* 'twas a dinner party
At St Peters* I kissed you in a lane
My head was swimming and I felt swoon dizzy
Now both of us had made our feelings plain.
The fount of love had over flowed with plenty
And I could see that now you felt the same; -
From there was only one place then to head
That was quickly - to my room - and into bed.

Your hair fell down - in soft cascades all over
White shoulders - in lovely jet black rivulets
I felt a need - as a young man - to take cover
Amid those tresses - and longed just to forget
My childhood pain - taking you my lover
Your alabaster skin - there's no regret-
We found our selves lost in a private fancy
And for a time found sweet intimacy.

Now chasing this affection our young days
I was twenty two - you twenty seven
For three months every day sweet love we made
Something innocent there was - close to heaven -
If there were others - then they were betrayed
Whatever that we had now had to happen -
First now at my place - and then at yours -
Fantastic love was writing its own laws.

First at St Peters where we couldn't stop
What we had started there the night before
You stayed three days and I could no more hope
To stay what others may at first deplore
And after this it seems we must elope
Bound for your flat in Crows Nest* and some more; -
Becoming now our bower in the city
This love some never know - and mores the pity.

Your figure full - an hourglass perfect made
Your eyes as soft as mist with a moist dew
Reclining on your couch in dark brocade
That was when we found what lovers knew
In ages gone before us - now not delayed
Trust not known to many - perhaps a few
To tie a lover's knot and make real a fantasy-
Swimming in the ocean of our destiny.

Half Irish, half Maori, and all beautiful
That's when I loved your body and its curves -
Loves rich bounty now becoming plentiful
In floods of passion where we lost ourselves.
Sweet recollections still are bountiful -
As cradled within time your memory dwells -
Those feelings that encompassed sweet delight -
Where we lost ourselves to love most ev'ry night.


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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 can't say are in a kiss.

So let us banish those sad feelings
And longing for that far off land
At least while we can hold each other
With vows that are not "traced in sand".


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Redemptive form:

Power through narrative,
Power through Nature.

Epona my redeemer,
Epona my sunshine,
Epona my lifeline,
Epona my success,
Epona my Goddess.



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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 bidding was a fight.

To and 'fro the bids were called
Until she was knocked down
to Eight Thousand -
For men in Blue Collars this was a lot of dough.

So Standardbred "miss milly molly"
Was walked out of the ring;-
"Not much to look at - a slender horse",-
One onlooker said;-
But he was not the man who bought her; -
Risking hard won bread.


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