
We held each other’s hand
And you kissed me on my lips
Once upon a time
Dolphins find a mate for life
And they make love, just for fun
We held each other’s hand
And you kissed me on my lips
Once upon a time
Dolphins find a mate for life
And they make love, just for fun
You may never see
A poem lovely as my tree
It’s shape
It’s shade
It’s beauty
For me alone.
No picture captured by my phone.
For only In my memory
Can this vision be preserved.
To begin with I existed In a black and white life. Good on one side Bad on the other. As my chosen path Ricocheted me, between The dark and the light. A little bit of each rubbed off and onto me. With age, the dark only seemed to get progressively dark The light eventually went out the further in I ventured. So here I find myself A path of my own creation. Neither black nor white Simply a peaceful shade of grey. Now I wear the colour with pride It's a battle scar. A sign of struggle and success Of love and pain. I am happy with this life. My experiences have shaped me for sure But they have not broken me... Yes, I am satisfied with grey.
Harsh realities crash in
And like bitter memories do
They change us
Maybe even remove
Any sense of sensibility
And we find ourselves
In empty shopping malls
Searching for toilet paper
And pasta that isn’t wholegrain.
Panicked and broken
We return to our homes
Switch on the radio or tv
And listen to the latest news –
How many have succumbed
How many new cases
When will toilet paper
Be back on the shelves.
Maybe some of us
Reread Tolkien’s
Lord of the Rings
Or all of our Harry Potter novels
While we snack on chocolate
Left over from Christmas
And drink tea
Flavoured with honey
And play board games
And wonder if things
Will ever be the same.
Alone I drift Through a life of change Seeking no specific answers Reacting only when necessary. The constant flow of time Sometimes quicker Other times painfully slow Marks my passage. Sometime I drift In thoughts And dreams Sometimes I drift In simple black and white And then in colour Sometimes I drift In meditation and sometimes in confusion Sometimes I drift On clouds Of ecstasy and pain Sometimes I drift And build Fantastic structures Sometimes I drift Alone And at peace Sometimes I drift In ideas Of transcendence Sometimes I just drift
One word, more meanings.
I love that about words.
I love my barista
He makes the best flat white.
I love the colour orange.
And the taste of orange -
But not together with chocolate.
I love chocolate.
I love the way watercolour paints
Flow together.
I love motorcycles.
I love my dog.
I love crunchy peanut butter
And Vegemite -
But not on the same piece of toast.
I love my colleagues -
Some of them anyway.
I love cheese and wine.
I love beer and curries.
I love the beach,
And the desert,
And the forest.
I love meditation.
I love that you are still reading this,
thank you.
I love the smell
of freshly tilled soil
and newly mown grass.
I love birds.
I love lists.
I love my son.
I am In love with my wife.
In my dreams I can fly
Above trees, or
Below powerlines.
In my dreams nobody cares
That I soar
Above the madding crowd.
Down here amongst it
Things are different
People care how high you fly.
Shudder the tall poppy,
Watch your back
The high flyer.
I wonder if we all flew
High or low
Would the walker be envied?
Nothing to fall from.
No need to be guarded.
Casually moving forward.
I will fly in my dreams.
In the privacy of my mind.
And judge nobody.
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.
.
sunrise and free time
thoughts travel beyond this day
peace in this moment
Deep, Deep, Deep, Deep Down inside of me There is a door, and It’s locked... I must have lost the key, Or did I throw it away? I know there is something in there. I don’t know if it’s pleasant Or unpleasant. I’m not spending too much time Thinking about it... Or trying to open it. For now, I’ll just sweep around it.