Barb and Feathers

Barb wire defence
Fails when the Magpies lay claim
Warbling a new day
                 Luvbeingadyke

Karmic Ruin

Mothers beware
Your maternal sins
Bide their time
As sons grow into men
 
The role of dutiful son;
the singular fatherly inheritance
His masculinity a life long performance
Of karmic violence
Without mirrors
There can be no reflection
No understanding
No compassion
 
Bitterness unleashed
On the old frail woman
Bewildered and hurt
Unable to challenge or run
She can only sit and absorb
The volcanic eruption
 
He cannot see
Ageing insists
The woman before him
Be understood differently
Without memories
She is not the same
Each sunrise is new
 
What happened in the past
Is the past
To understand this
Is to let go of the ruin
And forgive

Luvbeingadyke
 

Call of the Curlew

Call of the Curlew
In the still of night
A lingering sound of longing
Floats through the air
Haunting my own emptiness
Luvbeingadyke

Small

I demand attention
Am imposing and assertive
I will not be quiet
Or accept second place
I am ego
 
i don't need to be capitalised;
given an over inflated false value
i see myself as many
different but the same
i am small, human and genuine.
 
Luvbeingadyke

A Gift

Bury the sublime
The unparalleled emotion
Of soaring freedom
All but ephemeral
In its addictive sweetness
 
Bury it deep
So as not to dwell
On what is no longer
Where it can be kept safe
 
Indebted to the universe
Our paths crossed
I can savour the all consuming joy
In a heartbeat
The connection never ceases
I soar in the sublime.
 
Luvbeingadyke
 

Let’s Go Home

Conversations of the other shoppers
ebb away
I notice
your long sleek black hair
falling over your tanned bare shoulders,
your hands
pressed against the cold glass refrigerator door
bearing the weight of your day,
your eyes searching
for more than just your favourite wine
for release, peace.
You
catch my reflection in the glass
transfixed by your prostrated body,
you know that look
of rising desire
and heat,
you no longer want wine
but sweet release
surrender.
I walk toward you with clear intent
assured you are waiting,
wanting
“Let’s go home”
           Luvbeingadyke

In The Quiet

Is it age?
Or is it environment?
Perhaps both
Ground together by living
The nothingness manifests
In the quiet
The solitude
Taking over
Breathing melancholy
Into the space I inhabit
Within and without
It wears heavy
Greying perception
Yet it is oddly not unwelcome
Or feared
Resigned
To its dysphoric presence
In the quiet
The solitude
 
Luvbeingadyke
 

Fool for Love

Words of promised affection
Hoping the sentiment
Will be eaten to feed another's
Insecurity
 
Who is the fool?
 
Disingenuous words veil a want
An addiction to praise
To sympathy
A gluttonous ego
 
Nothing more than a scavenger of love
Preying on a perception of weak
They are clear and the agenda
Visible
 
Someone I now, used to know
 
Luvbeingadyke

Entrapment

Squealing fat rat
Allured by fruit sweet pickings
Unaware baring k9’s
 
Luvbeingadyke

Homeland

Abbott pronounces
Aboriginal homelands
Are a lifestyle choice
And all services will be closed
Acquirement of land title pivotal
 
Abbott bludgeons
Aboriginal voices,protest
All too easily swept aside
Aboriginal representation
As history repeats has no place
 
Abbott fortifies
Australia remains terra nullius
A white multicultural homeland
And an approximation of democracy

Luvbeingadyke
 
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