Phil Charters Poems

Employment,
Gone on the ebbing tide
Sucked from the shores that pride a fair go
My means to a leaving gone
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Float, Float,
Dirty old boat
Dirty old trade
People afloat,
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eucalypts,
that once stood the night
sentinels to my sleeping swag
where the fire burned for friends
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In the dark depths of night,
the sirens do wail.
The masts of men rise,
and toward them do sail.
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you; traditional owner,
who;
into the fire blew,
fanning the flames, higher, higher;
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frayed edges
tattered and torn
unmended, to ruin
the garment falls.
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A tear falls
and slowly tracks
inflicted sadness
that dwells upon the face
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Friendship, kindled, in the flickering
flames, fires glowing,
pretense, pretending, all, for the knowing;
in beauty’s sight, in our secret place,
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Celestial wanderings;
ones mind amongst the stars,
to travel free,
to search intrepidly; a single shaft of light
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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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