Solitude a leaf of gold - Company it's art - A picture frame of nature born to mould.
Haiku poetry XXII
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Haiku poetry XXI
The muddied ball - An outburst borne - The grass becomes a lake
Limerick X
There was an old man named Ron He was as silly as others were strong He drank like a sink And fell in the drink - And when he woke he was wearing a thong
Absolution
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
More thoughts
So the same sex marriage saga is still going and I'm still shading under that tree I mentioned a fortnight ago. Needless to say it seems to have been over-ridden by a 'dual citizenship' saga of late. Our members of parliament have decided there's no need to be an Australian citizen alone and have been … Continue reading More thoughts
Night-time
Night-time wouldn’t show itself Until Sunshine moved away Like a road-way that disappears in flood Like a child who will stray Night-time hid away God knows where Like a sock hides in a shoe Not wanting to come out and play Like when I played hide and seek with you The pages turned … Continue reading Night-time
I built a home
in honour of those who have... I achieved where many others failed – I’m satisfied though many others aren’t. My path told me to walk the path I could And led me away from the path I can’t. And sacrifice instructed me to stay As loss, oh loss, would lead me to succeed. Certainty would … Continue reading I built a home
My first time
It happened. I'd heard people talk about it, in writing groups and elsewhere, but had never felt the emotion that overtakes when it happens to you. The other day, a friend of mine rang me up and said; "Guess what? Your book isn't in the book-store." "Of course not," I replied. Patience, dear friend, patience. … Continue reading My first time
No vacancy
‘No vacancy’, her sign said As I strolled by a second time ‘Why?’ I wondered. Was her mind closed to adventure? Or just closed? I’d seen her in happier times When her and I were one ‘I love you’, her lips said I smiled, looked into her eyes And held her hand. Happier times than … Continue reading No vacancy
The lemon tree
