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A first blush of pink now heralds new dawn,
With strings of thin white clouds which burn away;
And as refulgent light hints at your form,
Four horses drag hot Sun into the day.*

First blush of pink, and that blush all too brief,
Now night has left upon a whim of blue,
Sky which lights now into stark relief;
And time, it seems, can hold no other hue.

The rising Sun a burning crown of glory,
I see his yellow disk now orb the sky;*
Another day dawns on our human story,
And still there's none who know exactly why.



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When we see beyond
Good and Evil
We want the Good.

When we see beyond
Time and Place
Beyond Place and Time
Beyond Time and Space.

Thoughts are faster than light
In all of the Galaxies
Interconnected.

Golden beach sand
Constantly washing
Back and forth
Under this Sun

And under the starlight
In the night
It's swirling in the
Thousand eddies
Of the tides.

Lives interconnected
In the Invisible World.

Intuition
Incredible chance
And the strangeness
Of our Being.

Our long journey
From mineral
To plant
To animal
To Man.

And beyond even this
To the Galaxies
And the Stars.

To forgive the Ignorant
And Cruel
Their Sins.

To forgive
The Idiocy
Of their
Unawareness.

Echoes of light
Echoes of psyche
Echoes of the night
In these "Echoes
Of Eternity".



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The End Times are almost here,
So now it's time to be sincere;
The cause not quite so Biblical -
More decimation environmental.

Cancel Culture, and things gone mad,
History drowns in a sea of sad;
Creative content not rewarded,
Starving artists, and life gone sordid.

Every one pushing their own barrow,
Censorship makes thinking narrow;
It may be that no one's right -
So shit on Nature (despite her plight).

Still, the senseless urge to breed,
Another million mouths to feed;
Babies dying in the dust -
Adult to Adult, there's no trust.

Now cut down the Amazon,
You'll only know when it's all gone;-
So f*ckwits (like B*lsonaro),
Can make a Hell (where he will go).

And to top it all, now there's Covid,
(Though there were plagues before Ovid);
The difference is this one's man-made;-
To make us sick, (before we fade).

But that's ok (just don't ask Chyna);
As it violates the World's va*ina;-
And who decides just what is "truth"?
You'd best believe "fake news" - by Ruth!

So curse the cults, curse the Pope,
Curse us all, when there's no hope -
(The problem here was Evolution,
There seems to be a convolution).

Man-made God - that's his mistake,
Now's too late to apply the brake;
Many species have died out -
What makes Man think that he'll "win out"?

So come one day, when there's no one here,
Because fools ruined the Biosphere,
Man will have himself to blame -
'Cos self-deception's a stupid game.



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Each Mind a separate Universe
As Galaxies unfold.

Where Time emitted
From it's source
Does Destiny now hold.

We all have Sins, Pain, and Pleasure;-
Most are yet untold.

Things we don't yet understand
May yet be revealed.

Time this wrinkled
Star of Gravity.

Are we alone; -
Who knows?



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Within this flower of a rose
A single drop of dew
Cascades its fount, and now are tears
Cried for the man she knew.

Dainty lashes - wet with tears
Emotion over flows
Her heaving bosom ; - dare no one say
That moss about her grows.

Too soon forgot, and racked with sobs
She really knows not why;-
It was only for a few weeks,
And he was just another guy.



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How do I describe such a man?

Bob, you were kind,
(And cared little for money).

Bob, you had a terrific sense of humor,
(But it was never nasty).

Bob, you saw the World as absurd,
(And insisted that I did too).

Bob, you loved horses,
(And knew that I did as well).
We both loved a bet on the races.

Bob, you loved a beer,
(And I often had one with you).

Bob, when I first met you,
You were the first local
To make me feel welcome.
(That was sixteen years ago).

Bob, you knew that I was a womaniser
(But you accepted me for who I am).

Bob, you loved woman
(But often you would hide it).

Bob, you told me of the dangers of drink,
(Yet admitted that it served a purpose).

Growing up in the 1930's
In Balmain*,
When it was a slum;
During the Great Depression.

Helping to unload trucks,
When you were twelve years old;
So that your ten siblings
Would have something to eat;-
You were already a Man.

You never got a proper education,
Though you were not bitter about it;-
(It takes a Great Man, to be like this).

Bob, you were my teacher;-
And you were my guide.
(And I learned much from you).

You were on my "wavelength"
And you were a selfless man.

You were truly unique;-
(And saw the great humor in monkeys).
You knew completely, that they are our relatives,-
(And that one branch were our lineal ancestors).

The World may not have seen you as much;-
Because you were old (And cared little for money).

You didn't care,
What anyone thought.

Your mind was sharp
To the "end".

You laughed at life,
All the way through;-
For eighty-seven years,
(You even cracked jokes, on your deathbed).

Bob, to the best mate,
I've ever had.

You were my mate,
And I'll miss you.**


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Swipe right
My daily rite
(For as a man
I need delight).

Swipe left
I feel bereft
(Although it's quick
As I am deft).

Swipe right
Maybe some night
She will let me
Be her knight.

Well, I'm alone
(And all out of fight)
Today I'm done
With swiping right.

Can this continue?
Well not tonight
(I've writer's block)
And so goodnight.



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I'd kid myself - I have now a heart left to break?
(Seven days ago, that night and afternoon).
Your so cold, and do tonight, this heart forsake
With cruelty - (and I'm so glad I saw it soon); -
In too deep already, and on the make
(As now my heart does sink in bluest gloom); -
One night of passion - and then left all alone -
Other hearts I've met - though not a heart of stone.

Seven days ago - do I deceive myself?
You touched me deep inside - one night of passion.
Though now it seems you've left me on the shelf
Or is spite now in lovers back in fashion?
Oh well at least I won't feel all bereft
Even though (it seems) you took my cash in -
I'm just glad I never bought you sapphire
Not out of pocket too much, little liar.

Have you no heart? (Or what is left of it) -
Is it all you want - a one-night stand?
Well I'd go on and put my foot in it
Had you a heart (you say) that you command?
I ask why tomorrow - my worst critic
(Which is myself) my heart you reprimand.
Well, Ms what can I say? Now you've hurt me
Best look for love elsewhere now - well surely?



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Well here I go again, one more vignette
The subject to not everybody's taste;
Though never will I say that I regret
Things done a while back now, and in some haste.
Incidents like these my poems beget
The memories described my "happy place"
Well here I go again - another girl -
In my life's dross a bright and shining pearl.

It was New Year's Eve Nineteen Ninety Eight
We're going to party like Nineteen Ninety Nine
Five hours to go until midnight's date
(I was at a house party in summer time)
In Newtown* in terrace - it got late
(For both of us it seems too much red wine)
I got talking to this girl, her name was Tanya -
What happened next I now intend to tell ya.

What happened there a "comedy of Eros"
As was my plight - a victim of the goon**
I plunge forth in my verse not at a loss
To now explain what came next (and quite soon).
And over this whole subject I won't gloss
(And you may say now "go and get a room")
As lost amid her tresses, and in night veiled
I would find this larger lady now prevailed.

Invited to this party by a friend
I knew not anyone there on that night.
And well, these kind of things, how do they end?
Well often it would seem a f*ck or fight;-
For me the former (not he latter) - a God send
(Good reader I don't wish you to a'fright).
I got talking on that evening to a girl;-
In the backyard of this house the night unfurled.

And as I said before her name was Tanya
I knew her not quite from a bar of soap.
She invited me to sit and talk with her
In the backyard of this house - not to elope.
Now people at this party arriving were
(It seemed to me this girl was my main hope);-
We got talking, then she offered me a drink
From her goon bag*** - I had little time to think.

So there we were, the two of us in "private"
Nestled amidst the shady leaves of trees.
Though soon enough for us the night got late
As dark shadow fell upon this greenery.
I think that for our lives all is but Fate
(There's nothing we could do now seemingly).
The conversation we were having didn't lag;-
She offered me more wine from her goon bag.

The night wore on, we drank this cheap red wine
In plastic cups - t'was not too elegant;-
And after four or five we felt just fine
(As those about us now became irrelevant).
The look in her eyes told me t'was time
For some foreplay - and this is how it went;-
Seducing her - a lovely larger lady;-
And the look in her eyes said "now!" - not maybe.

Well that was how it was - we were divested
Of these our clothes - with opportunity.
A little time in foreplay was invested
And then her love she freely gave to me.
Beyond return now; things were uncontested
(We may as well have drown'd in a deep sea);-
As now upon this girl quite reubenesque
My fingers traced sweet lines of arabesque.

Her name was Tanya, and she had black hair
To midway down her back in swirling pitch.
As I recall that night I was down there
(Trying I suppose to relieve her itch).
Then gasping somewhat, now came up for air
(Like a victim of a spell cast by a witch).
Before I knew it, I was on top of her;-
Soon to those party guests we caused a stir.

I thought we were alone - how wrong I was!
As others at the house had now a hint.
In groups of two or three they came to watch
Me now with my ample bit of bint.
Why do these things happen? I say because
Of grog (perhaps) when to these depths we sink;-
In he old days I guess we'd cop a flogging
For this kind of semi-private dogging.****

"All's well that ends well" (so the Bard did say)
(And cameras not yet in a mobile phone).
So let me not a'fright you - or dismay -
(That night, for sure, we were not all alone).
Such things are surely part of a lover's Way
(Though after this we both felt quite undone).
I write this because I can - it's who I am;-
On that New Year's Day - we parted - thank you ma'am!



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I take up my guitar;- full of blue promise,-
As I remember you;- how much I miss;-
To find a chord,- (a favorite of mine);-
And strum down soft and think of first love's bliss.

As I work my way across the blues scale,-
Notes caress the air in sound's subtle veil;-
(In what was just before a hollow box);-
And maybe in the next world love won't fail?

I'm not drinking tonight;- my head is clear;-
When desire is gone,- there's neither love nor fear,-
(I used to drink alone most ev'ry night);-
To dream the dream of you;- when you were near.

Well,- love is true,- and love there still remains,-
In ashes now;- burnt by an old flame;-
(Caress of blues;- that now softly turns to jazz);-
I tell myself that first love's cut can heal again.

Many loves have come and gone;- yet there are none;-
That set as true in night as first love's sun;-
None I remember were as true as ours;-
My heart transported,- as my hand doth strum.

If tears were left,- then maybe I could cry;-
And lose my disappointment to the sky;-
(As jazz turns to blues,- then softly back again);-
If for just one night, you would now with me lie.

Though over time your memory doth fade;-
It's all I have;- the memories we made;-
As each new chord hangs softly in the air;-
This I recall;- as each blue note is played.



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