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I never quite knew why my father took me hiking,
Unlike other dads who simply took a belt to their rebellious son.
My punishment to toil in the soil,
Get dirty, and climb literal mountains
That began as a tiny chip on boyhood's shoulder.

Therefore, it was a shock to come upon the proverbial field of flowers
Growing in such unexpected places
So like a sunny pasture instead at dusk usually perceived by young life.
Someone whom always saw things of beauty
Contained in a bottle to wither and die prematurely.

Rather odd that the older man would practically skip
And then drop right there amidst
All those pinks, lavenders, a splash of yellow,
Perhaps finally find some good in suffering
He would share with me as a means to escape the darkness.

As the years have gone by, our parents are gone and some siblings too.
Our children are grown and our grandchildren have arrived. I have remarried and so have you.
The thing that I realize, is that Birthdays, Christmas, joyful and sad occasions we talked. Sometimes for hours at a time.
Just because our lives did not fit like a glove, does not mean we lack the binding that comes with love.
So I look forward to growing older with you all the same. Even though we no longer share the same address or our last name.

When I compare, home to here
It's a skyline, I remember clear
UK's grey, not a clear blue sky
Australia-New Zealand's, both wide 'n' high

Open and blue, takes breath away
Ask of differences, and I'll say
We have dreary, on mid-winter-days
Yet thinking of homelands, I see only grey

On one front, something wins hands down
The coast and it's seagulls, I'll never frown
With fresh salty calls, something I miss
Sting of salt on skin, as lips it'll kiss

Lifeboats to pebbles, seaweed too
Hustle-bustle, with smell leaving clue
People and laughter, roar of the sea
Deckchairs and colour, eyes will see

Down-under beaches, at peace if compared
No day trippers or coaches, and never a fair
One thing you learn, you have to cope
Family-friends left behind, not lost you hope

Bonds can be broken, once you had
Dreams shared, can make you sad
Contacts made fade, new life made
New country-foundations, gradually laid

Comes a time, when on feet stand
Memories in both, people and far land
Belonging to neither, you must let go
Seeds grew, those ones you did sow

Time can heal, can also bring loss
Memories to the wind, you may toss
Yet the stirring inside, will never die
Gradually settled, and no longer cry

loves billowing scent
in lofts rising high
wild roses on the tundra

evenings boquetted hallways
adrift in splendid chatter gifted
fine are these mansions of the heart

This is Balu's story
A poem for Balu
The prognosis of a home for me is not very good
Just one of many abandoned in my neighbourhood
I'm not the prettiest and my coat don't shine
But I long for somebody just to be mine.
Out in the rain, the cold and the frost
I'm all but given up, my cause is lost
I see no future, and my past was bad
But living with a hunter was all that I had
All he fed me was mouldy old bread
And that was on a good day, well enough said!
You see there's too many like me, abandoned to our fate
Disgarded like rubbish at an alarming rate
I'm luckier than most, I'm alive and I'm free,
Because most of my friends are beaten, then hung from a tree
There seems to be no end to this, it happens every year
We're the unseen dogs of Spain, the forgotten who live in fear
So if you see my photo, I'm a podenco named Balu
I don't want to be a hunting dog, I'd rather be with you.
I dream of the day when I can say I no longer have to roam
When life could be good, and I'd be happy living in a home
But for now I'm in a kennel, and I'm taking up a space
But I dream of all my tomorrows, and living at your place.
Please don't forsake me, I'm a podenco called Balu
Show a little kindness, and let me come to you.

If we are all together
Then who is "they"
When they are us?

As a cut out, imposed against the sky
Mature tree features, climbing high
Blush colour, background and frame
Shadows of tree, can twilight tame

Instead it leaves, a sinister chill
As night picture, frame it fills
Haunting skyline, statement made
Till daytime ends, account paid

Darkness drops, colour leaves scene
Shapes draw eyes, waiting the sheen
Of breaking dawn, bright crystal rays
Daily miracle, explodes to a new day

she gives her hands to the fire
a slow entwining of fingers and flame
so almost real
confounds the eye
lids flicker
mind's eye licked open
by images that flex and leap
around the hearth crouch memories
who've come in from the cold

Love is:
"Do you know what Love is?
everyone says they do,
or at least they think they do,
but Love isn't a fairy tale.
It isn't a happy ending at the end of some cheesy movie.
Love is pain, Love is torture,
Love is watching the ones you care about the most change.
Friends, family, lovers, they all change,
and not always for the best,
but if you love them, you love them regardless.
Yes they may hurt you,
in ways you hoped they wouldn't,
but because that is what the true face of love is.
Love is torment. Love is torture, and opening yourself up,
just to have your heart ripped out of your chest.
This pain, this feeling of love,
it reminds us of what is real
and what we really feel.
Love isn't always meant to last,
but it is meant to guide us.
To send us into the arms of another lover,
one who can teach us further,
and choose to fix, or to break us,
because love and the love of your life,
it is not one person, but the journey itself.
The journey that sends you into the embrace of another,
one who can understand all that you have gone through,
and all of your wants,
just as you can understand theirs.
Love is a quest we all undertake,
so that one day, one precious day,
we can find the one who takes our hands,
looks us in the eye and say;
You will Bleed for Me and I will Bleed for You."

Given a promise, then left out in the cold. Stripped of my dignity with no memoirs to hold. I thought that I knew of the essence of love. That serene familiar warmth , like a hand in a glove. I thought that I knew the devotion that's shared, on one-way streets ,it's hard not to be scared. I thought that I knew of love's lasting treasures, but the heartbreak always seemed to outweigh the pleasures. For true love is something I've not felt it's bliss, love's not something I know , so love's not something I miss.