Category : Poems

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Oh where to start, on all this settling in lark 
At times eyes dark.  
Hard to park on its mark, my spark 
This is a real dart, it’s sharp 
A truth so stark. 

I am trying not to harp,  
But in part, Ma did break a heart 
Feelings real behind my blah.  

 Theory sussed 
An Easter landing is discussed 
In it all I place my trust? 
So be it, a must’s a must 
Precious bits to Bathurst bussed.  
Sea salt breath, inhale a gust 
As all gets flushed in such a rush 
Every button I did push 
Throwing throttle into thrust 
Bubbles i had made, I bust 
Each emotion I did gush.  

 Now, frown.  
Alien in my hometown.  
Of where I’ve proudly boasted 
Raised a glass and toasted
Eagered you be hosted 
At this place I’m now re-posted 
A clown.  
Alien in my hometown.  

 A decade on, done and gone  
Here folk tune to a different song,
 “How lucky to have twin towns to belong 
A freedom to go to and from”. 
Hear, folk quiet. 
Green whispers 
My hopes pinned on lyrics penned ‘Sisters’
Living by my own words twisted 
But fingers here not guitar blistered, 
These windows far from being misted. 

This no-ones wife
Whom carries no strife
No knife
It’s nice to be nice 
(“Hey Dad?”
“Aye”)
Looks up at your sky
From which my energy I rely
A universe I cannot deny 
Answers true it does supply. 
Pretty fly, I’d die to be high
But neigh. 
My picture paints loose ends to tie
See it true in my minds eye
Reasons for me not to cry
My spirit is not soon to die
Why?
Try, a knowledge inside I hope to pry
Opening skills I can apply
Bigger fishes I will fry
Sigh,
There’s been no lie
I will return to bluer skies. 

Thoughts kept close to ear
Relax my doing time here
CHEER!
Ignore all notions queer dear
Grow stronger, wiser from my fear. 

(2003)