Category Archives: Poetry

Words Forsaken

I hear
I know this despair intimately, old history, an old door
I feel shame, confusion
A deep sadness
My sorrow is profound
Words abandon articulation
I am left with grief
I never wanted to hurt, to cause pain
But I did
Your love is sacred
Your happiness is vital
I lay before you naked with love
To you I surrender
And ask for forgiveness
Trust is to be earned, to be respected
Words are forsaken here
It is in the deed where trust is cherished and nurtured
In time

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

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
 

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
 

Revolution

The way you think
For yourself
Un-accepting
Of the bullshit
Absence of justice
Raising your voice
In opposition
Spreading the word
Keeping it alive
Not giving up and
Seeing past
Hopelessness
Taking
Action!
Whenever and however
You can
When you bring about
Change of consciousness
You are the revolution
 
Luvbeingadyke
 
 

Morning Has Broken

Music that fraction too loud
Drowning my thoughts
One more thing
To add to the whirlpool of a morning
Money lost
Lost where?
I put it there, I did!
The text
Ok see ya next time I guess
What!
Did I hear the first message?
No
Was there a second attempt?
No
A call?
No
Money lost, people lost
Watch the time
Don’t lose that too
Need to pick up a coffee
Is this a good idea?
Caffeine and stress
A marriage made in hell
A calming presence
Happens upon an alcove of respite
Big old leather chairs, soft lighting
I begin to exhale
           And write

                   Luvbeingadyke

Heat   (haiku)

Frangipani heat

bohemian lush and wild

nude of pretence; lust

              Luvbeingadyke

Kosmogonic

Submitting to the Glorious Inevitable

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