Phil Charters

Rookie - 31 Points (11/05/1958 / Australia)

Phil Charters Poems

1. A Tear Falls 8/20/2010
2. Our Secret Place 8/27/2010
3. On The Edge Of Non-Existence 8/27/2010
4. Life's Moments 8/27/2010
5. Lingers, Not My Love 8/27/2010
6. Emotions 8/27/2010
7. Betrayal 8/27/2010
8. The Worker 8/27/2010
9. In The Silence Of The Tomb 8/27/2010
10. In The Moonlight 8/27/2010
11. One's Final Thought 8/27/2010
12. A Stairway To The Moon 8/27/2010
13. The Demigods Pen 8/27/2010
14. The King Of Terror 8/27/2010
15. Grandfathers Eyes 9/1/2010
16. My Friend, A Born Again Capitalist 10/12/2010
17. Refugee's 6/7/2011
18. Let There Be Hope 11/25/2011
19. The Billings Curse 5/27/2012
20. When Velvet Soap Did Cleanse It All 5/27/2012
21. The Sirens 1/8/2009
22. Traditional Owner 1/12/2009
23. Frayed Edges 1/19/2009
24. Born Out Of Time 4/2/2009
25. The Brother Of My Soul 4/23/2009
26. Rhiannon's Castle 6/24/2009
27. Knowledge 7/18/2009
28. African Child, Masterchef 5/30/2012
29. 32.8 7/17/2012
30. Special Steps 7/19/2013
31. Dream Chaser 4/1/2014
32. Chase 4/21/2015
33. Dirty Old Boat 6/13/2015
34. Nan's Eighty 5/27/2012
35. Insidious Ism 8/20/2010
36. Beautiful, Tragic, Runnymede 6/15/2009
37. A Bush Walkers Verse 2/27/2009
38. A Foothold In A Mountain Range 4/26/2009
39. Youth Unemployment 7/23/2009
Best Poem of Phil Charters

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.

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Traditional Owner

you; traditional owner,
who;
into the fire blew,
fanning the flames, higher, higher;
singeing the serpent,
who;
with tear filled eyes
and sorrow filled heart,
slithered away,

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