Category: Poetry

  • She Who Raised Me

    Purity of intent and devotion unmatched,There she stood, with bated breath.A minute runs by the clock,As she awaits on tenterhooks. In the mirror I stared –At a reflection of You,Illuminated with beauty,Perched my First Love. Growing up it pains her,As goodnight kisses waxed and waned. Time together shortened,As the tap dripped dry. Your watchful eyes…

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  • The Year Elapsed

    Enter the roaring congestion of Man and their floundering intricacies. Songs of which the High Man sang,The walk of life down which He preached. Whims of days that flew us by – Trying as it may be,We cast a tribute of hope. The pilot was all but ready to take flight,Into the Picasso-esque Melbourne skies.Of…

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  • A Plain Ticket

    Pellucid drops cascaded down the weariness worn.Good heads of lathered froth swept. My anatomy scoured autonomously. The breadbasket snarled with a tinge of wrath. Strings of the fiddle, andKeys on the piano, Played high-strung chords that, Weaved in, and weaved out. Meandering was all to be done,As the day elapsed was a trying one. My…

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  • Olive Theory

    The Olive tree stands tall and proud. My World serene – Of green and brown.A wide leafy shroud,That vibrant shade of life. The way It flourishes through sun and rain,A sign of hope and happiness – a tight warm embrace.This Olive shines brightly so in good ol’ summer rays,And cuddles us snug in the coldest…

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  • The Wheels are Changing

    Mesmerising sparks of Creation gleamed with famous narration.Renaissance and Genesis converged in spacetime warped. Perhaps gravity failed to exist. The Wheels are changing. The withered tree breathed life as grounds were laid. I met myself with trepidation assuaged. Decaying cosmic vacuum surfed as warm toast satiated the masses. The Wheels are changing. Peregrinations embarked towards…

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  • Awake !

    Limbic memories harked back to the crisp smell of foreign land. Your arms enfolded into mine as the streets beckoned, silently. The Royal cul de sac ran deep – tall yet forlorn. Man and Nature met, to which glass were adjoined trunks of trees. Amongst the sway of verdure whispered the prayers of mankind left.…

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