SHORT POEM INSPIRED BY A COMMENT FROM
A FELLOW POET NAMED, LOVED

Your words are prophecy
and strike electric
fierce and bold
fire
searing the soul
finding me hidden
in dark places
where no one
knows the way
uncovering my fears
and yours= own….

“mom’s in her grave
And someone is on
the next train”

Where is the leader for our day
who will history put forth
one always comes along they say
who by his actions proves his worth

And how does one define love
is it fate or merely chemistry
or someone sent from up above
can any solve this mystery

Why are we put on this earth
is it for purpose or pure chance
when poets give beauty to birth
is it just happy circumstance

Why is it that men fight wars
why do good men turn corrupt
why do some girls turn out whores
why are these questions so abrupt

Blossomed daffodils
gracing windowsills
bluebells bloom
lighting the gloom
fields of green
lush and serene
silver birch trees
whistling in the breeze
natures glory
never-ending story

On multi-coloured cliffs
comedic seagulls
escape the intruders
in shifts

Playing a Seagull game
of chess
they nest and make
use of cliff condominiums
hide and seek

Alice a nordic beauty
(If there was a contest)
a winner if I ever saw one

Reaching for the Seagulls'
eggs
the birds suddenly
attack

"put down our young!"
"put down our young!"
they screech
all Alice can do
is reach for the ledge

draw
an outline
and form it

my strong smooth hands
along the thighs
the hips
the stomach the ribs

up to cup the perfection
the delicate blades of
shoulder
the strong limber neck
and throat arched just
right

and tresses
that catch the light
and smell of summer
days and fresh winter
mornings

put a glitter in the eye
and a pull of a smile
at the corners of
a dimpled mouth

all I need is the heart
but this is the key
that breaks all others

THE EGG

Aborted. 
Born and packed in sixes
sold as food, hard boiled,
cracked into a pan, beaten,
eaten, secreted, forgotten.

Spawned, collected, stored,
spread on toast, devoured;
shaken onto bees,
wafted by the breeze,
carried by the seas,
transported to foreign shores.

Guarded, warmed, rolled,
stolen, jogged on a silver spoon,
painted with beautiful patterns,
preserved in palaces for kings,
admired, desired, works of art.
The egg. 

26th January 2013.

loveliest dawn twas

I arose today at dawn
Like the day I was born.. ..
how do you that say?

well I knew you’d ask me so
my pop upstairs came in my dreams
and showed me as a beautiful exquisite babe
in my moms’ arms
Oh! what charms..

No not on my face but my moms
she was really beautiful, a Queen like bee
but not many moms are like as was she…

a child adorn by all around
love and kisses only I found,
immersed in honey of love
of all siblings
I was like a darling …

I can think of but one thing
that can help me through my day,

and that's the fact we are so close
my greatest blessing to come my way.

I often wonder what I did
to deserve such a true, close friend;

some might conclude I'm just a lucky guy
by how much quality time we spend.

A good relationship takes serious effort
from both of the parties involved,

we've spent a lot of time learning together
that any problem can be solved !

(A Commemorative Retrospective)
`

Sup with me
this bread of affliction
on which our fellowship
was made whole, amid mould.

Drink with me
this cup of sacrifice,
our atonement now
from derision complete.

Which generation
withered in searing,
wanton parchedness;
whose generation
bleeds and sweats
for dreams gone dry.

Why Australia, God --
its dusty ochred plains
You must kindly love;
forever in Your heaving
bosom gently lay,
Eternal Promise unfold.

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,