Robert Gilchrist Poems

From the mighty oak
Structures of antiquity are wrought
Time stands still
Layers of substance
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A bruised soul
Accosted on a daily basis
By uncaring charlatans
And well meaning fools
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Barry Port is an interesting man
Hailing from up Coen way on Cape York
He retired recently, a man in his seventies
The only photo I have of him
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Charlie the Wonder-Dog
Charlie is a wonder-dog
Not because he can jump tall buildings
Or see through walls with x-ray vision
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years
the march gets louder
the memories shout too
my soul is stalled
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Soft sunrays
Kiss my counterpane
Making the curtains glow
The heady aroma
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My heart is not impervious
Words, and actions have sharp edges
Age and experience may toughen my shell
But my blood is only skin deep
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Great Northern
Five dollars a pint
Jamiesons for a pint sized person
Regaled with old yarns
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The journey of life
Navigates rocky paths
Around winding roads
Into arid deserts
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The angst of passion
Untried by enduring love
Confused between romance
And undying friendship
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