Wayne Falconer Poems

Might you recall bohemian garden party
when smoke rings rose steeple high
within afternoon wine shaped glass sky
ladies laughed, jokers smiled, lovers schemed
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Yeah perfect hazy lazy day
wine to drink woman to play
music flowers and chimes
dream strumming poetry rhymes.
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Within other life
he drank, smoked
and did the lot
was wild hit scene.
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Well I'm lost and found
my head is going round
another new spring day
and I'm on my word space way.
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Hear blues arrived from Southern starlight,
like musical blackbirds in flight.
Originally with negro spiritual flow,
underlined with the hard blues glow.
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Talking in upmarket bar other day.
In that my usual jive poetic way.
Some guy said 'poems I can't stand'.
I shook him firmly by the hand.
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Was writing this poem from art gallery
called 'Simply Surreal Polar Land'.
My senses were dazed and awash
with wishful blissful swirling vision.
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Well now I've heard how
nothing will compare with,
well man, well lady
the art of living.
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River runs through Wanganui valley,
wild country gorge and galley,
and when we eventually die,
shall our awaken spirits fly.
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I've got the working poet blues
and I write, rewrite and write
althrough hard rain night.
I've got the working poet blues.
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