Acorns

September 10, 2018 at 9:20 pm (Poems) (, , )

In the moving gloom we saw
snatches of some lost secret
snagged by a twig. There was
a snapping and a hissing
and the hunting cry of an owl.

Ay ay ay, we should never
have been so deep in that place
where the past is buried in
leaf litter and fleshless lips.
Alas, we were carried by
squirrels in their game of chase.

Dropped in a pokey hole,
we stay still as bones,
and wait for destiny.

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Apron

September 5, 2018 at 11:45 am (Poems) (, , , , , , , )

Your aproned neighbour is never far from the wall, her jam jar a convenient ear piece. But her ready mouth remains shut against ancient screams as your door makes its ungainly departure from bent hinges.

Your world of perfect safety, easyspeak politics and righteous well-being crash around you as they come, they come. With guns and knives they arrive,
as they always will.

And in that brief moment you wish,
not for your own salvation,
But for the peace of mind, in adversity,
Of having acted in accordance
with morality. Not in compliance,
but more difficult -.dissent.

With truncheons they break your tranquility,
and still protesting unerring loyalty
you are herded, herded into a metal
truck. Here she is, your neighbour, too, apron torn and dirty, still clutching her jam jar,
white fear bubbling at her lips.

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Two to Tango!

August 31, 2018 at 8:18 pm (Poems) (, , , , , )

With grace we’ll be around next year

Sipping Cali Majito

We’ll put on woven hats of straw

And do the Boston Tango.

We made our lives up very well

I’m happy as a mango

Your sparkly eyes are quite a prize

They’re just like Marlon Brando’s.

I never wanted very much

I thought I’d won the lotto

When you came by and took my eye

My heart it was besotto

And our romance is one long dance

Beacause we have this motto:

Leave me alone and I’ll come home

Coz I know what I’ve gotto!

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Confidence

August 27, 2018 at 12:03 am (Poems) (, )

Funny how years mute inadequacy,
While friends of faith hang by
despite carnage, laying careful stepping stones
across the molars of soul’s ineptitude.

Even at this late hour,
when the moon tips its liquid light on me, I howl,
Baring my wisdom, teeth rattling,
And your red rimmed eyes
turn wolfish and hunt me down.

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Footsteps

August 22, 2018 at 5:09 pm (Poems) (, , , , , )

How do I know where
you went away to that day?
But I imagine

a very thin line
between adjacent spaces –
We can almost touch.

Maybe we could walk
perpendicular pathways
and swap philosophies?

Our respective footsteps
on the dusty paths, a sign
We shared a little time.

Then, dressed in sparkles
perhaps you’ll up and choose to
smile and dance away?

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Internationals

August 13, 2018 at 6:22 pm (Poems) (, , )

We are all internationals
and students of time

We are all tiny earthlings:
This earth isn’t ‘mine’

We can all learn the lesson
from teachers of hate –

That their teaching is flawed
by the wars they create

We are all pawns of politics
and victims of words

But we’re big enough and bright enough
to know they’re absurd

We may live on an island
surrounded by sea

But we’re in this together
and do much better as ‘WE’.

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Harbour

August 10, 2018 at 1:51 pm (Poems) (, , , )

As torn driftwood, salt and sunbleached,
battered and storm beached,
Thrown onto broken coasts by waves
colossal and angry: a political itch.

Running from little to nothing,
stumbling strathed by gulls, across damp sand
surveyed by thin-lipped authority,
wrapped in red tape and labelled.

Far away, harbour-bound big ships bob,
Plotting strategic co-ordinates
Stowing no thought for those
vested interests they launch and cast adrift.

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All I do

July 29, 2018 at 8:21 pm (Poems) (, , )

It struck me that it’s not enough
To like and love and share good stuff,
And maybe feel somehow absolved
From any call to be involved
Because I clicked a smiley face
To show I love the human race.

It struck me I should stand up tall
And play a role, for, after all,
I’m blessed in many ways, but know
How strong the wind of blessings blows.
Today, the values I hold true
Will come to bear on all I do.

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Croatia Wakes

July 27, 2018 at 10:29 am (Poems) (, , , , )

Coffee and conversation carve limestone hollows, whetting our minds of clay, till we uproot and rough ride the Istrian hills
On a renewed mission to unlock answers from this paleolithic sleep.

As early ears surface, the turn of a mlin za kavu, and the smallest window stands ajar,
Inside, we lay a table of morning stories
And drink our shared earth from a searching cup.

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Slovenia

July 21, 2018 at 6:41 am (Poems) (, , )

Serve me a Slovenian palette and I will fashion you a smile.
Life flows easy where laughter tips lips and lilts in softest sunlight,
opening doors in slippered feet.

Vernacular rolls like sweet cherries,
Edible sounds mixed and harmonised,
Nurtured in leafy groves,
then gathered in garden baskets filled with flowers, all bright and tender.

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