sunder the shores
of thunder
taste the fleshy grasp
of shoulders weakness

curve the dark surreal
dream on knifepoint
dead its hour taking
its shape desired
by reckoning
and dread

there are brilliant
spheres of wonder
birthing in helium
heights
in dash wonder
flecked in sights

drowned in sordid
mellow
the petal drenched
l'image only leads
becoming and
sounding in the need

...

Angels weep as the sun sets
nature breaths a last long sigh
time for all his children
to listen to god's lullaby.

Willows weep to the water
As the sun bids the day adieu
The angels light their candles
and make the shadows move

all creatures watch the happening
and time is held to account
nature looks on through a mother's eyes
as the old miner's lamp goes out

Sitting on the deck out back
a glass of red wine in our hands
as spring wind varies stiff to slack
blackberry winter stalks the land

Your fine hair lifts and flits about
as season's zephyrs stir the air
my scalp chills where hair fell out
I guess we must look quite the pair

Limbs which quivered without leaves
now garbed, toss and tumble 'round
showing new resistance to fresh breeze
they make a soothing rustling sound

I had a dream the other day, it was quite vivid
Surrounded by madness in the streets of Athens
Small children begging for Euro’s from Mother Germany

Old men lit on fire to show their frustration
Trust became the wrapping paper of a gift
I could see the sobbing of wise philosophers
The religious say we lost faith in our maker
As the hope for our future is calmed by tear gas

Hast thou forsaken me for deadly ghost?
Hast thou forgotten me with brightly smile.
Thou art a greedy, heinous, deadly host.
The face that show your evilness is vile.

You are but a false "most closest friend".
Your lies will no longer be felt dead.
Faking friendliness at most twisted bend.
Pushing me onto a cemented bed.

However friendship stands the test of time.
Anyway I fear it won't be the case.
Your behavior shifts many paradigm.
Your sarcasm hits just like every mace.

Autumn Afternoon

view from my front porch
affords me vistas
from
the Autumn seasons
cornucopia
of vibrant foliage
as my heart dances
with the journey
of the falling
wind blown leaves

later in my room
scribing letters
to my artist friend
on a far away shore
looking out my window
I see the wind has risen
by the fluctuating movement
of leaves against
the background of
moving clouds in the sky
and my amazement of nature
is monumentally increased

Radiant faces? Façades for emotional anxiety
Sparkling eyes? Masquardes for the gloomy
These masks!
Flashy smiles concealing their pitiful quivers
Hearty laughter obscuring shrieks for mercy
It’s all a mask
A model walking the runway? Skin accompanying bones
He coughes but the sound the reaches me is of rattling ribs
It’s all a mask
A person jogging? Just one trying shake off stench from a dungeon
A couple moving hand in hand? An iron grip making claim
It’s a mask

Untamed temerity

Broke the morning air with an uneven stride,
stole three kisses from a bachelor’s loving bride.
Surely I was happy I had nothing of worth to hide,
been working so hard to turn down my secular pride.

Wave after wave kept rolling on their wetted sand,
kept my powder dry, my canon close to my left hand.
the nihilistic brotherhood of toff’s couldn’t understand,
you pluck no other’s strings if you’re a one man bland.

Through thick of sniper fire and raining hell,
along the dire trail of Shrapnel Gully,
to haven, bore three hundred men who fell,
did John Simpson Kirkpatrick, and his Duffy.

I was, from crib, encouraged to admire,
how Private Simpson at Gallipoli,
took wounded to the beach from front-line fire
so gently, carried by his donkey, Duffy.

It’s one of many legends of Gallipoli,
elaborated on throughout the century;
exaggerated, it’s a certainty,
but true’s the tale of Duffy, Simpson’s donkey.

I cannot believe, this very dove
With which I once shared immense love
Is perched on my windowsill
Singing to me in a voice soft as silk
….
Years back, it made me smile and glow
Yet I knew deep down I’d one day let it go…
With my heart as tight and hard as my fist
I stood by and watched it fade away like mist

So what is this music I hear this day?
Riding on the back of past times from, far, far away…
Filling my heart with such sweet melodies
Stuffing contagious laughter in my cheeks?