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Metamorphosis

Gossamer veil before me sliver of light
peers furtively through trees that have seen a hundred years
absence of day with steps I place, now in sudden fear
not knowing of where I go or where I’ve been

disconsolate foot steps, crackle leaves beneath my feet
forest of deadened branches hang eerie, blackened sleep
who am I, where am I, behind or in front
cautiously tread direction lost steps to find myself

one foot wrong shall I be left in a world I do not want
one foot right will I find myself forgoing the life I’ve led
brush what my eyes before me see, start anew without the ink
trunks of deadness, branches hang life to them is lost

renew yourselves, birth new buds like I must do at life
banish cobwebs of my fears, eradicate self doubt
step into the daylight, know who you are and why
blackened forest take your leave, be reborn like I


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The Window

Her world
behind the window
cracked and rotted wood
falling flakes of paint

curtain not of any colour
greyish hue
old, no longer pretty
need replacing

her world
behind the window
peering out to the garden
sliding her hand along the grimy glass

that she was once able to see through
clearly, but now cannot

how is her mind
behind the window
casting her eyes on weeds
below that need
removing for they old

no longer cared for

and she asks herself …. why don’t they come to visit anymore


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Winter- Her Thoughts

She incubates
it’s winter
and the world
is dim

she conceals
with wool and sheets
of many threads

sheltered.. comforted

she snuggles tightly
escaping winter chills
spiralling outside

beyond her window frame

she wishes she could
quell the snow flakes
that enshrine the green
and brown

blanketed like herself

she listens
the wind roars
between forks of trees

solitude a tranquil time

when winter hits her world


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Time to say good-bye

awake
in darkness
time
unknown

eye-lids heavy
senses not
awakened

but I see you
at the end of
my bed

wake my body
wake my mind
am I dreaming

I will not
accept
death

you are here
we do have
today
tomorrow
the day
after

have you really
been taken
from me

your silhouette
shimmers
before me
unmoving

only
outstretched
hand

elegiac
I am not
scared

I smile
whispery tears
fall
from my eyes
and touch my cheeks

has life been
so cruel
to take you away
to leave me
alone

have you gone?

you gaze
upon me
blurred
yet
translucent

real

smiling
reaching out

if I rise
come to you
will my body
liquefy
into yours

I want to reach out
touch my finger tips
to yours once more

where shall
you take me

are you asking
me to be with you
for eternity

to be cradled
in your arms
as before

I shall
join your
shadow in the
darkness
of early morn

my stomach knots
I do not fight

your strength is
what
I need

make contact
let me feel
your touch

my life is
nothing without
you

I will join you
I shall melt
into the image
I see before me

I shall once more
hear your voice
feel your soft breath
against
my brow

I will join you
don’t fade
wait for me

wait


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Snake Bite

Snake bite dead of night

your verbal tirade began

I know not why

did the drink

lend you courage

venomous words

latched onto my heart

slithering unsuspected you enter

stalking your victim

dark room you sense

me hiding

hissing

taunting, wanting to

abuse

tongue flicking of hatred to

inflict pain to belittle me

to tell me I was worthless

saying that I’ve changed

venom strikes, your goal to penetrate

coursing my veins, swimming my skin

the skin you yearn

pleasure gained

you sneer, voice loud

sadistic grin your job was done

sliding away not looking back

laughing, leaving me

confused

shaking glad to be

alone


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Mask of Life

Feathers
open weave
sparkling
sequence
on a stick

that touches
my skin
hiding
covering
thoughts

Not wanting
nor willing to
show the world
who I
really am

shielded
protected from
outside world
who do not
know me
be myself

fronting with
a different
face
masquerade a
veneer of who I am

covering the
external me
to not display
the internal
vulnerable

it is permitted
to hide
behind the
shield
of my safe being

the question remains
is it safe
to emerge
relinquish
the open weave
that is the
protector
of myself

do not dwell on

reactions of others
do not be afraid
open myself to

possibilities
cast off my
fears
reveal myself
cease this
masquerade


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Bequested love

Dance with me
and set
fine step with
virginals
recorders
and cornets

Let me introduce you
to court my lady
my lady
dressed in
fashioned finery

galliard
stockings white
whirl to music
played
this night

whitened skin
beauty fair
reddened cheeks
and auburn hair

my lady I shall
forsake my life
for yours
I shall betake
to ends of earth
declare my love
forgo the whores

grant me
company with
your honesty
for I do not
look upon you
commonly

utmost charm
you spellbind
elegant eyes
that haunt me
I pray you are
inclined

hold you hand
in mine
dance lightly
look into my eyes
can I convince
this is no guise

composition
beauty and grace
modestly majestic
no finer lady
dressed in lace

smile for me my lady
lower eyelids
coyly
let me raise your hand
look not upon me
shyly

crowded jewels
upon your dress
impassioned is
my love

let me confess
to you my love
I’ve sworn
this night of nights
I am reborn


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Attraction

Crisp white shirt

black suited man

slight smile an edge

what is your plan

eyes that stare right

through me now

glass raised towards

me blushing I

cast my eyes towards the floor

reticent of your seductive lure

stops me where I stand

unsure

but I stare right back 

 fidget with my dress

your eyes penetrate

they alone express

Your want your need

I can’t look away

your dominance 

your provocative way

I draw a breath 

it’s hard to breathe

the edge you have lies deep inside

my solicitude I try to hide

not a word is spoken

what goes through your mind

and yet I know

our minds entwined

I quiver and my hand

does shake

don’t see this

don’t let this

moment break

that smile it warms

my body so

white shirt

black suit

I cannot go


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Of real things

Eyes fluttered open for a second no more than
then slowly closed, for I did not want the real world
just yet
golden sun penetrated the glass like a velvet glove
reaching out for my face
 it drifted under my eye lids whispering
get up..get up
today is a new day
bed covers abandoned
to rise from my berth to which I was anchored
stumbling towards the sun rubbing brow
was I sleep walking
pushing the latch wide open
my eyes unaccustomed to the light
surely tricks were being played
 before me a majestic eagle
wings unfurled it turned,  blinked, beckoned me
I climbed upon his back gathering my arms softly
around his feathered neck his wings sweeping the ether
today is a new day
we soared high into the morning sky my eagle and I
effortless flight
glossy flaxen sun throwing light on
mountain peaks, craggy rocks
green valleys below
I nestled close, we travelled together
ascending above clouds
that seemed to dance in the wind
like musical notes upon a sheet

we rose into the heavens

we plunged and glided on currents of air
the world undisturbed unsheltered beneath us
my eyes closed I felt his heart beat with my hands
was I sleep walking
my eagle returned, he had shown me his world
with tired wings outstretched I alighted
my eyes spoke my thank you not with words
through the window I climbed
my body warmed by the sun
my cheeks aglow from the breeze
he flew away my eagle
I awoke hugging my feather pillow
was I sleep walking?


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Merry Christmas to all …and to all a good night :-)

Best singing voices everyone – to be sung to Away in A Manger

Christmas in Australia

is just round the bend

I have prepped and stressed out

and now hope this will end

~~~~

We shall have our nibbilies

when they first walk in the door

then we’ll offer them a drink

one or two or maybe more

~~~

We shall sit at the table and crack

our bon-bons plastic toys and

paper hats silly jokes and

lot’s of noise

~~~

I’ll stress ’bout the turkey and also the pork

is it cooked through

is it done right

please test with your fork

~~~

I’ll consume too much alcohol

I know this to be true

and I’ll get all melancholy

just looking at you

~~~

the entree will come first

do not know what they’ll bring

I’m sure it’ll be delightful

and we’ll gladly tuck in

~~~

the potatoes will be crunchy

the pumpkin cooked just right

the mushy peas and salads

tasty morsels every bite

~~~

Then we have our pudding

lashings of custard if you please

then there’s trifle laced with alcohol

oh our belts will surely squeeze

~~~

The wine will flow freely

the laughs will get loud

there’ll be memories of

past years and how we imbibed

~~~

The presents will we open we

will goo and we will will gaa

we shall say oh you shouldn’t have

you really went too far

~~~

BUT secretly we are happy

for the presents that they gave

we’re delighted and thankful

and each one is our fave

~~~

The Carols will be playing

in the background soft and sweet

we shall eat drink and be merry

and later fall asleep

~~~

Yes this day is for families

and ones that you love

if I start to get teary

I will blame the egg-nog

~~~

The festivities will be finished

the kitchen is a mess

the dishes piled up high

but at least no more stress

~~~

Then Christmas day is over and

our tummies will be full and we

daren’t go and weigh ourselves

no that would be cruel

~~~

So enjoy your celebrations

whatever you may do have

and cry or laugh hysterically

for you’re entitled too


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If only they would – Poetry

If I have to shout it from the rooftops

do not think I won’t

For god’s sake please clean up your mess

or you will be in strife

and

while you’re at it clean your room

get those clothes up off the floor

move those mouldy half drunk drinks

or I swear you’ll get what for

and

has your toilet seen a brush

remove those empty rolls

and while you’re on the spring clean

I’ll be doing a patrol

and

do you think that’s it’s hygenic

it really isn’t nice, you probably have

dead spiders or hell there could be mice

and

do you think that you could make your bed

even just pretend, tuck the sheets in underneath

or is slapdash the latest trend

and

your bath and basin need a scrub

oh and the shower too

and dusting of your furniture

it’s not that hard to do

and

what about the papers

scattered round the place

do you think they could be neater

or do you need MORE space

and

vacuum the carpet if you please

if you can find your floor

and take the wet towels off the hooks

that are right behind your door

and

NO I shouldn’t have to close your door

so that others will not see

you have to learn to tidy up

and not leave it up to me

and

clear that rubbish from under bed

there’s a wardrobe you can use

it’s built for clothes to hang up

hell it’s even meant for shoes

and

do I have to tell you twice

over and over again

it’s not that hard to tidy up

I’ve been doing it all my life

and

how about opening your curtains

you don’t live in an oubliette

why the dark and dismal room

it’s certainly no retreat

and

when was the last time you ironed

you clothes aren’t wash and wear

or do you like that crinkled look

the one that I can’t bare

and

how about giving me a hand

or do you want to be a sloth

be nice to have can i help you mum

before I start to froth

and

maybe your rooms your hiding spot

where your mess can quietly hide

but believe me if you do not clean

I’ll be spanking your backside!!


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Not only mirrors

by 

 

You think you know me,

you think you do

double sided mirror

you see me I can’t see you

 

You think you know my feelings

what frightens me to my core

no you don’t know me

not now or anymore

 

I can’t see your face, do you see my stare

was what I thought we had ever really there

complete I was, I was once was whole

you took advantage, you broke my soul

 

With force I strike this glass you see

and shattered crystals hit the ground

slivers which once were me

lie broken all around

 

Shall you pick up the shreds

or simply sweep them up

will you re-assemble me

or will you just give up

 

Pick up a shard that’s if you dare

be careful not to bleed

let me grow with you once more

as water does for seed


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Brumbies who feel the storm

Gossamer circles hang on limb

broken only by the gust of wind

stirred from skies and plunges deep

skies of black and restless sleep

Brumbies stir and gallop up hills

steep their climb strong of will

light from stars bathe the ground

grass is black for miles around

Lightning breaks the darkness still

zig zagged lights across the hill

thunder rumbles high in these skies

brumbies pack warning danger is nigh

Leader heads them up the hills

others follow at their will

strong of legs they carry on

out of the darkness from the storm

Strength of legs and hooves on earth

in this land that gave them birth

frightened with ears back they forge

over rocks and over gorge

Elements faced in open land

together they run no time to stand

thunder roars its frightening noise

brumbies tense calmness destroyed

Shelter as the lighting cracks

rain falls they group in their plight

herd of brumbies with stallion black

black as this night as they take flight

Storm it passes and all is still

brumbies rest shake off the chill

regroup they stand with nostrils flared

none of them harmed each one was spared

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Ode to the children of Connecticut

The children

The little ones

Who won’t be cuddled Christmas Day

the innocent

the life yet lead

so cruelly taken away

The parents and the grief

the children that they lost

I can’t imagine

the pain within their hearts

at what this slaying cost

Hold tight your little ones

even though you can’t hold them

take a moment of your day

to think of the useless mayhem

So sparkling eyes of child now gone

R.I.P and we can only say

how sorry that this happened to you

shame, unbelief, upon this senseless day

Today whilst Christmas shopping. A little girl with Down Syndrome came up to Mr S and I in the aisle.

She tapped us both on the stomach and said “I’m going camping”.

We asked where.

“Near a river” was her reply with a grin that beamed across her face.

We melted.

She will see the river …but those lost in this massacre will never run their hands through the water….

 

 

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