Two friends (forgotten) went to the beach where they heard other children let out a screech One ran into the water and danced on the sea the other stood barefoot under the shade of a tree Wantonly enjoying the sun, surf and sand one gestured the other with a wave of his hand Two friends … Continue reading two friends (forgotten)
I stand, somewhat wobbly, on my feetThe morning post the night beforeI haven’t had enough to eatA liquid diet (need some more)I down a glass in earnestnessAnd sense objection in your eyesDon't rid me of my pleasantnessOr you’ll regret what you decryWeakened, I sit on the couchAnd watch a bit of Morning ShowWhat did he … Continue reading Somewhat wobbly
Solitude a leaf of gold - Company it's art - A picture frame of nature born to mould.
The muddied ball - An outburst borne - The grass becomes a lake
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
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
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 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
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
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
sensualism 