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Come Visit Australia

March 8, 2020March 8, 2020 ~ sensualism ~ 2 Comments

Visiting the supermarket this weekend I saw shelves with little or no toilet paper. The supermarket usually only re-fills their shelves overnight but today they were hard at it, putting as much toilet paper on the shelves as they could to replace the many bundles walking out the door. I should have taken a photo. … Continue reading Come Visit Australia

Absolution

December 15, 2018January 28, 2019 ~ sensualism ~ 3 Comments

I walk beyond the fatal shore to see what gaze can bring and dance like a disciple rescued by the leader’s ring will he answer all my prayers and welcome me to home and be the man I always hoped would save me from alone the wind howls in the morning mist and hollers strident … Continue reading Absolution

You left

December 3, 2018December 2, 2018 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

I'm lost - you left me -  why did you pass me by I need your leadership your love - your sense that yes, it's worth a try Like a tree - standing taller you lift my sense of being why did you go I need you so you are my fallen beam A captain … Continue reading You left

Gratitude

December 2, 2018 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

Gratitude

what makes one a fairy

November 10, 2018 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

what makes one a fairy give her a hedge to hide behind bring lightning and the strongest fragrance and she will have taller feet – longer arms and bigger hands and delve into the Never-never-land   a playmate remains a little girl travelling to the evening star by horse and carriage ride – abandoning reality … Continue reading what makes one a fairy

The tree trunk brought him solace

October 27, 2018 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

The tree-trunk brought him solace a place to rest his hand the man more Irish than his whiskey was not long for this land and his bayonet and musket – ingrained in him that day on the ground called Little Round Top lay with him, bleeding, as he’d say; we fight for that man Chamberlain … Continue reading The tree trunk brought him solace

The rainbow nation

September 16, 2017 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

A different blog this weekend, folks. As I assume most of you reading this are from outside of the great nation of Australia, I thought I'd tell you about the issue that seems to be taking over our TV screens, radio waves, newspapers, and, of course, social media. It is same-sex marriage. It seems a … Continue reading The rainbow nation

Poem – Oliver

March 16, 2016March 12, 2016 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

Oliver strolled to the highest mountain To seek out a magical sight. It was a mountain greener than the greenest of pastures, It spoke of goodness and light. From the mountain-top Oliver saw the cliffs, Far to the west they stood. On top a four-leafed clover found By the wee man wearing a hood. A … Continue reading Poem – Oliver

stand and deliver

December 6, 2015December 12, 2015 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

Ask not what others can do for you But what you can do for others Be afraid of calm nonchalance Be it from sisters or from brothers   Liberate from behind the veil Abide by me, your soulful friendship Ever welcome, desirous, cherished In times material, narcissistic   Never one to fold the page of … Continue reading stand and deliver

the Spartan child

November 29, 2015January 15, 2016 ~ sensualism ~ Leave a comment

Protect the Spartan child on the mount Bring him down the mount and back to health Defend the warrior, enveloped in battle Covertly, surreptitiously, by stealth   Be Provedore to the unprotected Without they do not go nor suffer yet Support the weak, coerced, from shame, deflected Allow those outside, known, within to come   … Continue reading the Spartan child

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