Seems the things that make us happy, haven’t changed much since we were in nappies – love food, stimulation, mother nature’s inspiration – rap lyrics to ‘The Favourite’ (author unknown)
Street angels
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Like a bolt out of the blue they came to me
Standing in wait as I walked aimlessly
In the dark, the day, back street, bar pew
The night market, car park, the mall
Just standing around head looking down
Saying words under their breath
The names have escaped, their faces erased
But if not for intervention it was surely death
For just the week before or the night after last
Another girl just like me had also walked past
But they met a different face and ever since had paid
Ultimate price for freedom to walk out past late
Fellow from far North under dim street light
Walkabout round nowhere I’d been serving tables
Waiting just to take me in and serve me soy tea
He showed me what it meant to set my Spirit free
The woman waiting patiently each day on every street
For the one to hear her words and in turn agree
She gave up all she had also her family
To bare her soul to every passer by she’d meet
Once I knew the code of this secret army
I found them plain clothes everywhere
Staring right into my soul carefree
Just when nobody else would dare
Parental Guidance Recommended
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At break of day our Padre
Awakens and stirs me
Words and phrases exchanged
Ruminating upon this mind
The purveyor of fine intricacies,
Subtleties and non-sensicalities
Steeped in Pathos here relieved
To bathe in bathos
At the wink of an eye upon pillow
We exchange a therapeutic peek-a-boo
With the clouded sun peeping out
Casting light round and round the garden
Penny Lane
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Reporting life
In distorted
Staccato
Sentences
One word in front
Of another
Why bother?
Well, it’s just
A long journey
I intend to take
In order that
My journey and I
Will make
A natural end.
A Penny for your thoughts..
Wired for Sound
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Tuning in frequently
sound bites, snippets
pop up in low fi
filling my mind
through wireless ears
Static surrounds and drops down
Ringing and pinging hearts beating
Your gestures punctuated
by prayers and pleading
begging for what we’re needing
to hear
connecting dots
between points
numbered
pulling together
problems and silence
soaked deep in Word
sewn together into
a larger world view
illustrate illustrate
no mundane repartee
sacrifice secular stoics
devout pleasure in pain
tears restrain
buoyed by passion
de-liberation? wrong..
good people I’ve managed
to hold attention too long
Thanks to Mikey
Aye Si
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I would never
let go
of fraternity
but if you asked me
I wouldn’t
say no
I can’t always be here to warm your toes..
Rewind
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I caught myself
On a cold wet night
Mesmerised by
That same sight
On the winding lane
I laid eyes on
the lighted way
That holds my own
Heart’s recipe
It makes me see in
Rear view clearly
When I could be
What I dared to be
I’d speak out loud
When I want to speak
Do whatever I cared to
I’d feel much more than
I ought to feel
Because there’s none
But you
The night sky is dark and heavy
Like my love
a nod at James Shelton’s famous song Lilac Wine (1950)
Longevity
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Reckless
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Like swimming
In a stagnant pond
Tiresome
But can’t put it
Beautifully
Your face serene
Tender note
Telephoned her
To imagine
Climbing onto her roof
I smelt your hair
On the east wind
Guesses are in store
With innumerable tins
Or else all likely places
Electric fire ends
Whimsical fondness
We should meet again
Dark & grubby
See hear if you wish
Stop. Love. R
Erasure poem from ‘Dying with Henry’ p.135 from ‘Romancing: The Life and Work of Henry Green,’ by Jeremy Treglown
Pilgrim’s Pass
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Tried, true, black & blue
So close to fine
To have your back
While roasting mine
Move the body
Do not desire
Still the mind
Do not dwell in the mire
The cooking pit
Half filled with smoke
They prepare the spit
Urge us to revoke
Body in a cage
No chance for a dance?
When the river rages
Don’t take the chance
Watch your footing
Past pilgrims plummet
Can’t see from here
We’re near the summit
Companions of the journey
No critique, compete, comparing
Everlasting prize is ours
His compass for our bearing

