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All your life - you've heaped up all your gold; -
You think you've got some substance in this world?
Though surely - you must know - that its a shame -
When history - will soon forget your name.

All your hours - you've hard pinched every penny; -
Has it an extra day of life - now bought you any?
Hoarding stacks of money - like a crime -
Will buy you not a second - of extra time.

And what it is - I still find very odd; -
Is that you won't see money - as a false God -
And that you can never hear - what is truthful -
That golds not God; - that it is merely useful.

It is sad - you could never know sublime,-
Just hoarding all your money - all the time; -
As if you could now go, - and buy salvation:
Too soon you will taste - bitter libation.




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There is a serpent Eve which crowns your wreath
If nothing there to hide then down below -
For something good I had to go beneath; -
Your mound of Venus and its moist furrow.
After I've finished you may feel replete -
Or beg for more - and moaning as you go;-
To push you close - and then over the brink -
Thoughts I now write down in this black ink.

With you girl at twilight your temple falls
Assailing now tonight your palace walls.
All Nature's strength in destiny now calls
Your moaning of contentment caterwauls.
Onto the coldest bathroom floor, we crawled
(Good reader you're the first that I have told)
She and me now - so strong then was our lust -
And lying spent now in a pile of dust.

So that is why I must now "tip the velvet"
(My first time with a girl in the Blue Mountains)
What's the point in life of having regret?
Regret runs in torrents down every fountain.
And I'd do anything to find her secret -
To hear her moan would surpass ev'ry doubt then;-
Velvet speckled stars on a dark backdrop -
The only pity is that we could not elope.



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Once when I was twenty-two a cougar
Did take me in to be her special cub.
If only for a week - it was sweet sugar
(When I was young I could not get enough).
So rolling every night we in the sheets were -
In Newtown at your house (well life is tough).
Education owes a debt of gratitude -
Though best not to read on if you're a prude.

Drinking in a cocktail bar at midnight -
The loving in your eyes - a soft mystique.
If drinking's loneliness - then I am right: -
Why you're drinking by yourself down on King Street.
Sometimes a little courage for delight
In my young breast were butterflies (shall we meet?)
Something I now plead with every breath -
Beg for a chance - and for that little death.

Our fingers interlace - we find a joy
You push me down reclining on your couch
Cupid must his arrows now deploy
(I find my fingers quickly heading South).
Lovers should not in public this way toy
(It's lucky we are both now at your house).
I find another love now to replace -
You're lying in my arms now at your place.

You want it once - you want it fast and fancy -
The strength of both our needs now overcomes; -
You well over forty - with sophistry -
Seducing this young man - lust overruns.
The static in the air - our chemistry -
Newtown's summer night now in your arms.
Angel's wings now hide their eyes - and the reason?
Love had blossomed hot within its season.

A week now under your spell - love's duress -
A grace of destiny though furthermore.
I immortalize affection's hot caress -
I had you once - then I could not keep score.
Its good for the soul (they say) to confess
(If only for a week I now write for).
T'was something sweet - for all its brevity; -
After this, we parted - most amicably.

You say that nothing good can come of this?
(Now as we throw our caution to the wind).
Though what I felt that week was close to bliss
(As close I think as I shall ever find).
Words can speak no more - it's in your kiss -
The truest words 'ere spoken "love is blind"
So Robyn - here for you - my memory -
Enshrines our love now in this poetry.




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Once at Sixteen, I found a silver moon
Reflected at midnight upon a lake
Silver light and shadow through trees shone
The light upon each ripple shimmer made.
As if each ray could be a stepping stone
As if time now in eons did cascade -
And it is strange that I have come this far
What set this course for life my Wandering Star?

At that time I thought I saw a fancy
Or heard a ghost now shimmer through the trees -
Maybe bush spirits at midnight now were dancing
Or just a summer zephyr a warm breeze?
Something for this night was now romancing
That had so newly given my heart ease -
Something silver - peaceful - full moon beams
Caught and held my adolescent dreams.

I made my lover a bucolic charm
I kept that charm much closer to my heart
Words like a spell intended to disarm
That which spoke of poets and of art.
I look into the water now becalmed
All breeze is gone all ripples now depart -
Something sometime where we could not forsake
What started as a shadow on a lake.

So why now would I look on last night's gloom?
Tomorrow I would to you a red rose take
To light with all my light your empty room
And prove we could a lover's art retake.
There was a time, and that time came too soon
When love could no more make our two hearts quake; -
Something is now lost that was desired -
Why was this loss and heartbreak once prescribed?

For reasons we know not - nor meant to know
The Fates had put a fork into our road -
And now I've only poetry to grow
When I should have more affection showed.
It was those little things made our hearts glow -
Without them souls lie empty in abode;-
And it is strange that I have come this far -
What set this course for life my Wandering Star?




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Well so it was the plane was born aloft -
Goodbye Sydney (if only for a week).
Tarmac vanished as up into the soft
Clouds the big bird flew (we felt like sheikhs) -
Not like jaded jet setters (who did this oft);-
So happily we settled in our seats; -
Five mates from QANTAS - and of course was me -
(The author of the poem that you now read).

At twenty-two, the blood's a lot more racy -
Unlike a good red wine (matured in vats); -
Accordingly, my verse will be more pacey -
Not Gothic all (like castles full of bats).
Fluff-white clouds in contrails of white tracery
The plane a dart conveying young root rats; -
In ways quite similar to Spain's Ibiza
(At any rate, the plane sped through the ether).

Six hours of flight - now coming into view -
Our destination end of this flight path; -
(No doubt the hosties and the other crew
Were grateful for the respite) the aircraft
Sallied through the tropic air below -
Descending now quite quickly (for and aft).
And having now have flown just so far
Touched down on the strip at Denpasar.

The tropic air - it hit us like a furnace -
(The dry season is mid to late December)
Wherein these climes the Sun will surely burn us
(If the sunscreen we do not remember).
Customs were cleared - the airport now behind us-
Thus six young men - who newly now made friends were.
We were bound for cheaper hotel rooms -
(Later Bintang beer and magic mushr**ms)?

Out now on the piss (and this was typical)
Of other days to follow that one night.
Serving like a kind of analytical
Introduction to the secrets of the night.
A story I now tell - so listen up you all -
(I wish not gentle muse to now a fright).
Though basically such pickup skills at Kuta:-
Get pissed with a sheila - and then r**t her.

This brings me to the climax of my story
Or many yet to come as you will see.
Young love in all its raging steamy glory -
An Aussie girl (called Robyn) by the sea.
Drinking at a nightclub made us h*rny -
(Both sinking six or seven beers with glee).
Thus commenced our loving by the ocean -
With perfumed oils - that she wore - as a lotion.

The nights that followed were without result -
(Though not for lack of trying on my part).
And reading now my stars in the occult -
I see the perils - of following - your heart.
Well maybe in those stars there is a fault; -
Though I must say (as I soon depart) -
The last girl was a local - called Renee -
So for one night - t'was money I did pay.

My neck the morning after nibbled raw -
(At least I wasn't bitten by a monkey).
Other parts - suffice to say - were also sore -
(So moving right along now with my story).
You may say that this behavior you deplore -
(Though what I say is typical of Bali).
Six young men with tans - and with sunburn -
To Sydney now reluctantly return.



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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 long time ago - when I was twenty-three
When I did something stupid for a bet -
Stupid - or courageous - and I now agree
It wasn't something I would soon forget.
Bet one hundred dollars on the beach at Coogee*
(A challenge I survived and don't regret)
That I couldn't swim to Wedding Cake Island**
And then swim back to stand upon dry land.

Challenge was accepted - I left the hot sand
And waded out into the bright blue brine
The first wave broke above me - like a reprimand -
With water mild this high summertime.
I waded out till I could no more stand
I had to do this (I did myself remind)
Now committed - I had to my honor save -
Either this - or find a watery grave.

The first of the breakers were now behind -
To fold upon themselves in bursting boom
And boil in whitest bubbles - the shore to find -
Hissing in a frothy lace of spume.
Swimming now in breaststroke (to be kind)
To stamina reserves, I would need soon
(Though I only had a mild to moderate swell -
And no rips or currents in the sea as well).

Out too far now - too far to turn back
Lifted up and over each new wave; -
The water now beneath me turning black -
I kept swimming - I swam myself to save -
My will was strong - my reserve would not crack -
(For it was true I had a point to prove)
Waves no longer breaking - just blue rills -
Swimming up and over watery hills.

I now saw Wedding Cake was getting close
And no more than an atoll in the sea
Still not tiring I was there - almost -
The flat rock was there waiting just for me.
So far I was now - so far from the coast -
How strange is life? And how strange destiny?
One hundred yards close - I looked around and then -
Saw matchbox cars and houses - and ants for men.

Waves broke round the rock and back from shore
Now lifting me upon a coral reef
Pyramids of water eight feet high or more
Dumping me upon this rocky shelf.
Looking at my hands - I was cut and sore
(This is where I almost come to grief)
And having now escaped certain death
Stood upon the Island - and caught my breath.

Now reef - black reef - black water underneath me
Fifty meters back toward the shore
And sixty feet of water now beneath me
The grazing on my palms - my hands cut raw
Into the salty brine, I now bled freely
Bled into the water - and bled some more -
Fighting fright within me - to swim this final arc -
Swimming back in mortal terror of a shark.

T'was forty-five minutes to swim out there
And fifteen only now - to get back in -
And for what? A crazy stupid dare -
(I lived to take that hundred bucks from him)
This feat (good reader) I make you now aware -
(It is certainly a devil of a swim).
Stupidity? Courage? Or just male pride?
Good reader - I leave it for you now to decide.




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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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Are you online girl? I've waited for so long
(And I couldn't sleep in the small hours).
I want you girl - and I know right from wrong -
To write these words and trust now in their powers.
In cyberspace, I hope you read this song
And that you received my virtual flowers.
To feel the yearning for my poetry's -
Caress upon your neck - a summer breeze.

For now dear girl - I write this just for you
And send my love out on a virtual tide
Could something that we both want now come true?
(I hope and wait only for your reply).
Girls like you aren't many - indeed are few
For seldom can we find true destiny:-
I live in hope - and hope to realize
That little spark of life now in your eyes.

I send a whitest dove unto to your heart
My little message, winged, thither goes
For this, to work, we both must play our part
(Or find our love quick covered in Winter snows).
Now writing as a poet, I must depart -
I hope this finds you well - (only she knows) -
Perhaps this verse of love returns your grace: -
I await your reply in cyberspace.




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I want to be alone though not forever
Retreat into my room and there think not
About my first love - a long wilted flower
And why to her that I was such a sl*t?

Is platonic love oft unrequited?
And does this kind of love in fact exist?
Though something in my soul must be misguided
For in you girl was something that I missed.

From childhood in affection comes new love
Although affection when we have it not
Will make us ever want from there to rove
A childhood lost can never be forgot.

A childhood without loves a blasted flower
That which wilts in any earth to grow
Trying in emaciated power
To feel a love that most already know.

Something in my heart will always rove
And something will forever seem so bleak
I only wish that I could come to know
A girl like you with loving soft mystique.

And if I ever met that girl I would
Hold her tight and be her everything
And if I got a second chance I should
Give her jewels and a golden wedding ring.




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On this time line's energy-continuum
We're born in the exploding star dust
And our life perpetuates - ad infinitum.

We hold hands now - as a sign of trust -
Before being swept away again.
Souls continue: - energy is thrust

Into new life - and nothing shall remain -
Of previous existence - with the exception -
Of eternal echoes in a starry chain

Of galaxies. Sometimes our perception
Senses this. Time's endless restless sea
Where starlight sparkles up in soft reflection

Of this another life for you and me.


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To all the girls I've been with - here's to you
To every little whimsy of our hearts -
For true lovers only - there's been a few
Who made me die inside when we're apart.
Seldom did I find it - a love that's true
Too quickly did most women then depart
Swirling in the chaos of young lives
Our soul's hunger for experience survives.

To all the girls I've been with - and will miss
For every fickle fancy of our souls
Every little moment and stolen kiss
Something to remember as hearts grow cold.
I only have my muse - and here's to this :
Experience to cherish as I grow old; -
To the good ones and the bad ones and the tarts -
And to the precious few who broke my heart.

For all the girls I've loved - I hope again
To find exquisite feeling one more time -
I've felt the kiss in summer of soft rain
It made my spirit want more soar and climb.
I want love's elation - this to retain -
And replace a heartache now - to feel sublime;-
I kiss my lover sent from up above -
To find and hold again that special love.




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