Ah, to be in Paris in the rain
The tower dripping wet
The pavement like moist sheets
Beneath our bodies
The taste of sweets on our misty breath
The sounds of music hidden under
Flashes of lightning and the roar of
A thunderous climax
Ah, to be in Paris
In the rain
(25 July 2006)
Steve and Peter - a tale of two fish(es)
it's strange how fish behave
in water and on track
and how they take the brave
leaving us in lack
the tail of one so obvious
took steve right in the heart
and left a gap for all of us
no one can play that part
the other tail a strange old name
when cars swerve on the dirt
and brocky left us just the same
with death they both did flirt
so let us beware of fish
and their tales of woe and shock
and make a silent secret wish
for our friends irwin and brock
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The Other Art
There’s a side of you I fear I only see
In glimpses, shadows – peering through leaves
On an autumn tree
The bravado of knowing that loss will never hurt
Hides the fear and sorrow
Of the loss which follows us from birth
Life is a journey of picking up and letting go
But we carry with us the knowing
For it is in that knowing that all things grow
To cast aside with visage of uncaring futility
Hardens our hearts, our love, our soul
And in this I see great sorrow through any beauty
Rejoice in the winter’s barren sight
Carry its memory so that growth
May be bring you spring’s true delight
Mangees, Mangees, Mangees...
A new order is ours,
A new birth to the old
And we have ceremony.
A garden with no green,
White flowers grow on a bed of
The cliched regiment of red and white stripes
Have lost any meaning - black and blue drift
Into the past.
The long lost past.
Everything's gone green.
Growth, loving laughter with no emotion.
Carefree happiness lost in decaying childhood
While living childhood has tears
Brimming on every eye.
Buttercups flow everywhere -
Drifting in memories,
Floating on ponds,
Singing around my head.
Sunlight illuminates even the eve
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