Last Edited Elegy Poems (1,148)

Not long after my encounter with Lorraine*
(At twenty-nine the loins are rather restless)
Two months, nineteen days later - the time frame
(I went to a bordello - I confess this).
Sometimes to go with a "girl on the game"
Is all I have (though they will never kiss)
'Cept for this poem - I will kiss and tell -
Another memory - and I may as well.

If ever you're in Sydney, near Rockdale**
And find yourself down by the Seven Ways
(It's not so far from where Cook*** once did sail
Though a fair bit has changed since those days).
This is where you may come to avail
Your self of some of the finest ladies -
Well, at any rate, most are rather sweet -
Go at night if you want to be discreet.

So there I was, I entered the bordello -
The fabric on the walls was finest silk.
On that night I was a restless fellow -
(As I suppose were many of my ilk).
I felt like a prince (somewhat like Othello
Was). I went there to seek affection's milk -
Exchange the money for this one hour's trade
To play at love - though only its charade.

The girls came out, I chose one - she was Tori
(Her working name was this at any rate).
She now forms the subject of my story -
Part of the fabric time has made my fate.
She'd be surprised to be in my poetry
Long ago on a double bed, she sate.
It didn't take so long though to disrobe
On a chair by the bed now were our clothes.

Her hair was black - in ringlets and in curls
With skin as pale as the moon - alabaster
And sweet unlike so many working girls
(Who think only about the money); now her
Soft body spoke of intimacy's Worlds
Two spirits joined in this time and place were.
Skin on skin - a type of electricity
Which I write of in my eccentricity.

I came to worship close to Venus' mount
I bow before my lady (now Goddess)
And seek to find creation by this fount
Where tenderness is in her hot caress.
To make this hour something that would count
(And worthy of a story to confess).
I bow before my lady - taste her sweet
Soon two souls in the dark are made complete.

The hour was gone and that hour gone too soon
From below I hear the madam ring her bell;-
And thus we must vacate our private room -
So broken now is intimacy's spell; -
Though for that hour we played a lover's tune.
You can guess the rest of what I do not tell
Now my poetry has paid its deference -
Another notch on the belt - experience.

So there you have it, now its bye bye pride
Another angel fallen in her grace.
Not someone I would choose to make my bride
(Though to be fair she had a pretty face).
In this poem, there's nowhere left to hide -
(Just the circumstance of that time and place)
Sometimes - it seems - we're searching for that light -
My loneliness was banish'd on that night.




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Yes, I am something of a scoundrel
Though I have been forced
To be one
Through nature
And circumstance.

Through early grinding poverty
And a childhood
That would rip out your heart.

I am Virgo -
My ruler Mercury
Number 14 my birth date
(That's 5 in Numerology)

I am a gambler
Because of my nature
And of necessity

I am a gambler
For money.

I am a gambler
For love.

Money comes and goes
In a flash
And goes
And comes again

Women
They've been many.
(They seem to come and go also).

This is Mercury operating again
(Through conjunction with Venus I suspect).

I have only loved twice
The first time wrung
The last drop of blood out of my heart
When we broke up.

The second time much later
(More like domesticity)
Genuine affection nonetheless
For eight years of contentment
Which ended for reasons
Which I will not describe here.

I've never cheated
In these relationships

Now I am much older
Women still fascinate me.

Will I ever find "the one"?
Maybe it's third time lucky?
Who knows?

I have my faults
We all have our faults.

I make no apology
For what I am.
My poetry anthology

Describes my life
For what it is*



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In the pride of his knowledge,- he soared too high;-
His wings of wax and paper come undone;-
He plummets down now;- from that same blue sky;-
(And I am cow'd as Icurus' son).
Who feels the mortal damage to his pride;-
(And so I write of how I've come undone);-
The splitting and the splitting;- of wounds that run so deep;-
As sentimental tears course down his cheeks.



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I walk along the street
And I'm blue and lonely.
My childhood hurts this love
For my one and only.

Searching other's eyes
For love's deep abyss.
The ocean in my soul
Drowns in a stranger's kiss.

I'm lost without a woman
Directionless and vain.
I seek what is not common
In this world of pain.

Oh for a stranger's eyes
To then return that glance.
The ocean in her soul
Cries for a lost romance.



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I've given myself to many women,
Although I am not cheap.

My heart is hard, from life common,
(Although I still can weep).

I'm damaged from my childhood,
(That black emotional sin).

Every day I stay alive,
Is a day I win.

And I don't fully know myself,
(But then again - who does?)

I'm scared sometimes to show my heart,
(Wounded from a lack of love).

I spend most days writing here,
In silent introspection.

I know one day, I'll heal myself,
And find a new direction.

Maybe it's my nature,
And maybe it's my curse;-

To see the beauty,
In most women;-

For better,
Or for worse.



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In my heart, in my past lives
I must have been a female; -
(Not that I would be one now, -
And all that would entail).

It just feels right, when I see
A pretty pair of eyes;-
To drown in her deep ocean, -
Would come as no surprise.



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The red rose is touched by dew :-

Tears from a red rose
Blood from her womb
So few will know.

Known by so few
Tears from a red rose
So few will know.

Blood from her womb
Tears from a red rose
So few will know.



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The fake,
The hollow fake;
The Impostor.

The one-dimensional one;-
Shallow as a wading pool.

The empty vessel.

The one, who puts on another's robes;
But who, underneath, is just a monkey.

The one who wishes,
To turn the freely given;
To a profit.

The one, with no discernible talent;
Will be exposed.

Beware, the anti-plagiarism software;
Beware, the originals, on my USB.

Beware, the original Time and Date Stamps;
Beware, the CS Copyright Warning.

Beware!



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The World calls her a slut;-
In reality, she's a High Priestess.
Not seeking the World's riches
She burns as she finds.

The World calls him a player
In reality, he is a man on the Road.
Being made Whole
By the kindness of a stranger.

What the common people think
Means nothing to their Quest.

It is only kindness and understanding
That brings them together.

A Circle is being made complete.

This is a Higher Love.



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At twenty-four, and living by the beach
Mired in sadness I heard the ocean's roar.
The girl I loved once - now she's out of reach; -
(Restless waves haunt my longing for evermore).
Why this bitterness? And what could it teach?
(And all I feel is hurt at my heart's core).
To take my mind off things I go out drinking -
So I'm sitting in a pub at Dee Why* thinking.

Saturday night and each sip of my drink numbs -
To give me just a few hours to forget.
Like the froth on schooners** sorrow overruns -
The sour cold ale as bitter as my regret.
To alcohol, my pain at last succumbs
(I grow lost in memory and introspect).
Though it seems true - as I grow more forlorn -
That things are always "darkest before the dawn".

And strangely now I see a girl walk in
Into the pub, and looking slightly lost;-
Her clothes expensive, and her body thin; -
(I want to talk to her but not accost).
I see her find a table and settle in -
She seems lonely somehow, and her face downcast.
A few drinks later I conquer my shyness -
I walk up to her and compliment her dress.

After some small talk, we exchanged our names
(It seemed that she was glad of the company).
Here I go again, playing lover's games -
(That's how it was that she now came to join me).
Of such situations, I am not ashamed -
(And looking closer she was quite a beauty).
I told her "your the prettiest girl I've seen"
When I asked her name - she told me - "Caroleen".

That night I held - for our hearts - an inquest -
And all her naked beauty came undone.
She lets me be her white knight in this conquest;-
(The next day we'd watch the newly rising Sun).
Our love was guiltless - this I now attest -
(I guess that night we both needed someone).
Here again - another girl - and circumstance; -
Every situation diff'rent for romance.

I put some music on - It was Chris Isaak -
I touched her hair - the darkest of brunette; -
Then after half an hour in my flat,
We're in bed; - (memories I won't soon forget).
Bright moonlight fell athwart the window slats
(And made her seem more beautiful still yet).
Passions rise and two souls must now mingle -
Better by a thousand times than single.

The next morning we walked along the beach
And sunshine's liquid light played on the waves.
My hand caressed her face - as soft as peach -
(I guess we both got what we truly craved).
If only for one night then - each to each -
(I'm lucky on a list her name I've saved).
Looking seaward she said: "fish are caught in nets"
Like a lover's heart perhaps? - without regrets.




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