He tries to kiss away her tears
That flow like rivulets of melted lead
To her pillow.
Inconsolable the salty flood
Courses wetly down the
Anguished aspect of her face -
As she cries out her sorrow.
For he has been unfaithful
(She knows it, though she hasn't proof).
She shoves him rudely away
To sleep in a separate bed;-
And they will part tomorrow.
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Posted: Dec 2016
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I see someone like you
In sweeping summer rain
And nothing I could do
Would fix my heart again.
A stranger's eyes flash fire
Of lost romantic chance
The chaos of our lives
And broken circumstance.
I dream of you at night
Your spirit haunts my slumber
The ocean of your soul
Now holds and pulls me under.
Sometimes I wake up in the morning
And then reach out to touch your hair,
In the light of a new day dawning -
To find you've vanished into the air.
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Posted: May 2016
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I think in some past lives, I was a girl,
Swept down that river - Sacred Feminine;-
And like the shell which once contained a pearl,
Was washed by Time, and freed of all my sin.
Some men say I am hard - and others strange,
They do not know the half of it I say;-
Great Cosmic Engine, where atoms re-arrange,
And Energies disperse and go their Way.
Many times re-born, and died, great wheel of Time;-
That spins the stars around - great light of day,
And when it's night, those stars begin their climb,
To shower Earth and Heaven with each ray.
I feel echo of past lives, which once were mine;-
Feel the sense of some great Eternity;-
I feel it as my pen construes this rhyme,
Made of stardust from some distant Galaxy.
I feel it when I meet a lady's eyes,
(I'm happy in the body I'm in now);-
Although it never comes as a surprise;-
To feel afresh, what I already know.
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
Reincarnation; or a change in form = transcendence.
Death - the E.N.D? No - Energy Never Dies.
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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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Posted: Jun 2017
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* A Sydney suburb.
** A dear old mate of mine Robert (Bob) died in hospital, about a week ago; and I wrote this poem, as a tribute to him. "Where ever you are, old mate - take care".
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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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Posted: Jun 2017
About this poem:
* Newtown - an inner city suburb of Sydney.
** Goon - a cheap wine (white, or in this case red) packed in a water-tight bladder, in a cardboard box (cask) of sizes of 2 liters, and 4 liters. Incidentally, it is actually an Aussie invention!
*** Goon bag - Aussie slang for when the bladder of wine is pulled out of its cardboard cask, and then carried in a lady's handbag. (This is a popular way of smuggling alcohol into nightclubs, so as not to have to buy overpriced and expensive drinks).
**** Dogging - an English (UK) slang expression, meaning to have sex in public places.
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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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Posted: Apr 2017
About this poem:
Reincarnation...How I feel sometimes...The Unity of everything...Souls recognizing each other;...A subject for Meditation...
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A burn't out old lover I
Though I've still a spark of chemistry.
I'm still able but lack the will
Disillusioned and lonely still.
At least my poetry isn't fake
Although I may be an old rake.
Many women I have known
Through a heart that I've not shown.
For every girl, at night to dream of her
Although I may be an old deceiver.
I'll chart each love - define each girl
Describe each freckle, and hair that curls.
Thus I'll be going for quite a while
The variety of my lover's wiles.
Each time and place and circumstance
Ev'ry occasion of love's sweet dance.
If I write enough then just maybe
One day they will have to pay me.
Meanwhile, here I'll write for you -
CS poets, and for others too.
I hold dogs and horses in high esteem
(And as they say, it's free to dream).
A lover who respects a woman -
Nowadays not all that common.
A lot of my life has been sad
And like most poets, I'm half mad.
Harmless though, and still quite sexy
I think most women are lovely ladies.
Lately, now I have stopped drinking
(This must be good for love I'm thinking).
And I must write - something to do
To entertain both me and you.
I have a depth inside my soul
That few can touch and none can hold.
Although it is a long shot maybe
I may just change for the right lady.
And I will be meticulous -
(Luckily I've kept a list).
Hopefully, I will find bliss
Now that I am off the piss.
It is so hard to stay sober -
Every day's a battle over.
I stay alive to write for you
This (my muse) is my lover too.
So there you have it -- my sixty'th poem
You can't say that I haven't known 'em.
I must sign out now - lovecanbereal -
In poetry, I'm the "real deal".
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Posted: Aug 2016
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We made a date - I couldn't wait to see her
(And there is no love the cynics say).
Well, maybe I'm just a hopeless dreamer -
With nothing new to show except dismay.
On my part no intention to deceive her;-
That all the stars in all their glittering fey
Should fall tonight - my bitter disappointment; -
I'd been stood up;- this is how the story went: -
I'd seen you on the net - your name was Tracey
While I felt blue sorrow at its heights; -
I waited there two hours for you today
To walk in through that door for my delight.
I waited well past noon - to my dismay -
(I thought that what you did - you did for spite)
Two hours in a tavern on a hill -
You never came; - and so I must wait still.
And so we must forgive or never know
What could have made (perhaps) forgiveness real
Or maybe t'were afraid your heart to show
In case you had to proffer how you feel.
We should have given love some time to grow; -
(It seemed that your deception was surreal)
I then went on the internet and checked; -
I'd been stood up;- in all of its neglect.
The next day you rang up and bitterness
Disappeared - I could accept your reason.
You told me why- the fault you could redress -
Though - if you could not that day - I ask - when?
I thought the worst of you (I must confess); -
Just another excuse - and who needs one?
Now our love - if any; - will have to wait; -
As we both look forward to - a proper date.
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Posted: Jun 2016
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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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Posted: Mar 2017
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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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Posted: Mar 2017
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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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Posted: Mar 2017
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A gem's a stone that's rare, but cold inside; -
A true gem's in the heart the other hides.
When we find that rare one who understands,
Then we are privy to those exotic lands.
No one can define this thing called "love"
That strangest feeling, sent from up above.
A diamond's cold with all its many facets;-
More beauteous a woman in her assets.
No one knows the time we have on Earth -
Be kind to the other one - they also hurt.
Look beyond the ring;- find that precious sparkle -
Find true wealth; - before we meet death's darkness.
Then fear not "Father Time"; - he can't take it all away; -
For we are in each other's arms for an eternity.
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Posted: Jan 2017
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