Geoffrey Fafard Poems

It was cold on Eureka Creek at six
When the dogs woke.. bloody cold
5 or 6 degrees is a bit nippy
For this tropically spoilt boy.
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Come sit with me
In the garden of my past
We can tell each other
Of trees and grass
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A humid breeze was there.
It is getting warm again in the tropics
Sticky with March flies and Mozzies
My M and M's
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"I will always love you darling" she crooned.
"As long as you stay true to me"
"Oh how sweet you are I wish you were closer"
he whispered.
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The other day I was walking, no stalking
Some wading water birds watching, no stalking
Their supper knee deep in a lake
Even though they watched me, no spyed me
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You who criticise poetry
From the hearts of writers
Assuming because you
Write too much
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Crush a green Eucalyptus leaf
You can inhale the fragrance
Crush a dead brown Eucalyptus leaf
It is totally different aroma
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On the road of enlightenment
Are some dark corners
Some blind bends
On the road to truth
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A move next door for some
May be as bold as a move to
Antartica for others.
Eating pork may be as foreign
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