Over the Snowy,
In it’s fullest guise,
The moon in splendour, did arise.
Cast it’s beam to the waters flow,
...
Whispering,
Mountains on the breeze,
Over an island,
Across the sea,
...
Softly: Softly: morning creeps, o’er a
meadow green;
A pall of mist, the air is crisp;
A sign says ‘Runnymede.’
...
Time piece chimes, a new day dawns.
Special to our clan.
Today; we celebrate, the birth of our sweet Nan.
Eighty years; birthday cheers;
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Limed,
In a ditch, a child,
In her death does lie
Hapless, skeletal people
...
Far far away
Beyond the lights of a city's guile
Fleecing currency from ones soul
To lie, with the setting sun
...
Together, he and I,
through sanguine alley ways
of a synergic life
I follow his footsteps, he follows mine
...
Employment,
Gone on the ebbing tide
Sucked from the shores that pride a fair go
My means to a leaving gone
...
eucalypts,
that once stood the night
sentinels to my sleeping swag
where the fire burned for friends
...
In the dark depths of night,
the sirens do wail.
The masts of men rise,
and toward them do sail.
...
you; traditional owner,
who;
into the fire blew,
fanning the flames, higher, higher;
...
A tear falls
and slowly tracks
inflicted sadness
that dwells upon the face
...
Friendship, kindled, in the flickering
flames, fires glowing,
pretense, pretending, all, for the knowing;
in beauty’s sight, in our secret place,
...
Celestial wanderings;
ones mind amongst the stars,
to travel free,
to search intrepidly; a single shaft of light
...
Fear you not, your life’s demise.
It is but a moment, In tragic guise.
Liken, if you will,
the moments of life's dream;
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Youth Unemployment
Older men
through wrinkled eyes
peer out
and see nought
but dilapidated dreams;
invented glories
reality adulterates, not.
Bygone memories
souped up:
thus do older men
nations lead.
And the youth of man
who once hung dreams
like beacons
from exuberant eyes
beneath eyes accusing
languid lie,
helpless, drowned
in the ever tide
of learned, older men.
Devoid of wisdom
given to
the economy of self
while society lies bankrupt.
Oh the youth of man,
fear not the future;
but fear
your leaders guile.