one-andean-sky - Hello Poetry

Jagged cliffs, a busted myth. Promised vows, twisted and snapped. Heart felt aspiration, no respiration. Need resuscitation. Flatlining to a silent tune.Tempers flare. An uninvited opportunist with an alluring appeal. The roots of betrayal embeds into the darkest bedrock. It's tentacles reaching in deep, as the time beats tick and tock. Once there was an abundance of love and our fruits abounded. A time fertile and rich when our seeds were planted. This kept us busy and grounded. Flatlining to silent tune. I was silent in death as the blackness closed around me. With no escape. You had already gone.

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Apr 18

Apr 18, 2026 at 2:29 AM UTC

Nerve Endings Severed

Jagged cliffs, a busted myth. Promised vows, twisted and snapped. Heart felt aspiration, no respiration. Need resuscitation. Flatlining to a silent tune.Tempers flare. An uninvited opportunist with an alluring appeal. The roots of betrayal embeds into the darkest bedrock. It's tentacles reaching in deep, as the time beats tick and tock. Once there was an abundance of love and our fruits abounded. A time fertile and rich when our seeds were planted. This kept us busy and grounded. Flatlining to silent tune. I was silent in death as the blackness closed around me. With no escape. You had already gone.

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They squeeze into shoes. They spread out in the sand. They wiggle in the water. They rub against each other to get warm. They tickle when touched. They can be hairy. They can be like little fat sausages. They can be smelly. Without them this little Piggy can't go to market.

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Feb 15

Feb 15, 2026 at 1:04 AM UTC

Aren't Toes Funny?

They squeeze into shoes. They spread out in the sand. They wiggle in the water. They rub against each other to get warm. They tickle when touched. They can be hairy. They can be like little fat sausages. They can be smelly. Without them this little Piggy can't go to market.

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By Marcela Guajardo- One Andean Sky 07.09.24 Tyres tread loudly on the tar grey road Splashing water on the footpath Heavy rain washes colour, grass pallid and a ghostly hue Shivering, a pedestrian hurries past Scurrying for shelter from the deluge Only the ‘Die Hards’ are out The ‘Big Bus Sydney’ open to the sky level is empty Not even the tourists are game No birds chirping. Taking refuge, somewhere warm. Clever! Our Retired Doctors Desai, decide to wait for the weather to clear. Their daily walk postponed. The food deliverers on bikes, hunched and pedalling against the wind Car honks as tempers flare. White knuckle drivers. It is chaos out there as I sit warm and safe at the helm inside at my desk Ready to offer an umbrella or call a taxi

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Aug 18, 2025

Aug 18, 2025 at 7:42 AM UTC

Winter Concierge At The Macquarie Apartments 07.09.24

By Marcela Guajardo- One Andean Sky 07.09.24 Tyres tread loudly on the tar grey road Splashing water on the footpath Heavy rain washes colour, grass pallid and a ghostly hue Shivering, a pedestrian hurries past Scurrying for shelter from the deluge Only the ‘Die Hards’ are out The ‘Big Bus Sydney’ open to the sky level is empty Not even the tourists are game No birds chirping. Taking refuge, somewhere warm. Clever! Our Retired Doctors Desai, decide to wait for the weather to clear. Their daily walk postponed. The food deliverers on bikes, hunched and pedalling against the wind Car honks as tempers flare. White knuckle drivers. It is chaos out there as I sit warm and safe at the helm inside at my desk Ready to offer an umbrella or call a taxi

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Outside, cars drive by Revving their engines Tyres heaving and sighing Cicadas chirping a rhythmic tick in the park Crickets nearby, abuzz, filling the sound The Botanical Gardens lures the suntanned and glistened It is humid! So I’m told I sit at my desk. The helm of this wonderful building Residents drift in and out past me Offering sweet smiles and gestures Ibis visit, picking out the bugs of the terracotta façade Two Indian Myna Birds build a nest in the canopy I am mesmerised A rainbow light streams in across a beautiful artwork Did Mr Piano know that that this light beam would cut across the lobby for me to see? The keys are in order and checks done. Mr Reed got his paper. The building sits solid as the seasons pass. Breathing calmly as it’s heart beats for a very long time.

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May 26, 2024

May 26, 2024 at 11:59 PM UTC

The Macquarie Concierge 14.01.24

Outside, cars drive by Revving their engines Tyres heaving and sighing Cicadas chirping a rhythmic tick in the park Crickets nearby, abuzz, filling the sound The Botanical Gardens lures the suntanned and glistened It is humid! So I’m told I sit at my desk. The helm of this wonderful building Residents drift in and out past me Offering sweet smiles and gestures Ibis visit, picking out the bugs of the terracotta façade Two Indian Myna Birds build a nest in the canopy I am mesmerised A rainbow light streams in across a beautiful artwork Did Mr Piano know that that this light beam would cut across the lobby for me to see? The keys are in order and checks done. Mr Reed got his paper. The building sits solid as the seasons pass. Breathing calmly as it’s heart beats for a very long time.

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Hey baby, give me your sweet lovin’, hey A bucket of sugar in my latte Hey sugar, give me your sweet candy kiss Your mustachioed lip **** Fizz Your sweetness hits me high A baked cheesecake ricotta pie The more you give, the more I crave But diabetes? I don’t wanna have Hey darlin’, your lips are sweet candy The first hit and I am Ghandi You always leave me wanting more But all this lovin’ drops me to the floor Hey baby, shoot me your jellybeans Pants bursting their seams A sip of coke, a swig of soda Caramel fudge and a Sambuca chaser Hey sugar, I kinda need a hit But so much sweetness, my jeans don’t fit Lets eat our sherbet pops aloud Dipping dots with amplified sound Smokin’ high on chocolate cigars Spill crumbs on coffee stained guitars My appetite for the sweet stuff grows Will diabetes take me? Who knows.

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Feb 15, 2023

Feb 15, 2023 at 4:51 AM UTC

You Give Me Diabetes

Hey baby, give me your sweet lovin’, hey A bucket of sugar in my latte Hey sugar, give me your sweet candy kiss Your mustachioed lip **** Fizz Your sweetness hits me high A baked cheesecake ricotta pie The more you give, the more I crave But diabetes? I don’t wanna have Hey darlin’, your lips are sweet candy The first hit and I am Ghandi You always leave me wanting more But all this lovin’ drops me to the floor Hey baby, shoot me your jellybeans Pants bursting their seams A sip of coke, a swig of soda Caramel fudge and a Sambuca chaser Hey sugar, I kinda need a hit But so much sweetness, my jeans don’t fit Lets eat our sherbet pops aloud Dipping dots with amplified sound Smokin’ high on chocolate cigars Spill crumbs on coffee stained guitars My appetite for the sweet stuff grows Will diabetes take me? Who knows.

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I am a decrepit old man On the brink of sacred flesh Don’t know what I’m searching for Just pounding it out I dreamed of perfection I’m hoping this is my resurrection The pound of young flesh on my screen Just whacking it out Give me wings to flee from this hell Give me the time wasted before I get old One thing that I learnt in this long endless life Is deceit and lies and to cover it all up When I was a young fella I was a walking hard on Now in my late years, it seems nothin has changed It was great for a while there and it was all going great The siren call from my laptop just too much to take Give me wings to flee from this hell Give me the time wasted before I get old One thing that I learnt in this long endless life Is deceit and lies and to cover it all up Car tyres are flat and rego run out Sittin like a pig in mud with no shower in sight I had it all… daughters…. And a faithful wife How did we live our best years and have nothin’ to share? Give me wings to flee from this hell Give me the time wasted before I get old One thing that I learnt in this long endless life Is deceit and lies and to cover it all up Alone with screen and my hand Thrashing the cold sheets in my unmade bed Surfing the net is just a band aid I can’t tear off Pounding the surf trying to stay afloat Give me wings to flee from this hell Give me time wasted before I get old If I could rise from this wave that I am on No more deceit or lies when I am alone

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Oct 11, 2022

Oct 11, 2022 at 8:19 AM UTC

Pounding The Surf

I am a decrepit old man On the brink of sacred flesh Don’t know what I’m searching for Just pounding it out I dreamed of perfection I’m hoping this is my resurrection The pound of young flesh on my screen Just whacking it out Give me wings to flee from this hell Give me the time wasted before I get old One thing that I learnt in this long endless life Is deceit and lies and to cover it all up When I was a young fella I was a walking hard on Now in my late years, it seems nothin has changed It was great for a while there and it was all going great The siren call from my laptop just too much to take Give me wings to flee from this hell Give me the time wasted before I get old One thing that I learnt in this long endless life Is deceit and lies and to cover it all up Car tyres are flat and rego run out Sittin like a pig in mud with no shower in sight I had it all… daughters…. And a faithful wife How did we live our best years and have nothin’ to share? Give me wings to flee from this hell Give me the time wasted before I get old One thing that I learnt in this long endless life Is deceit and lies and to cover it all up Alone with screen and my hand Thrashing the cold sheets in my unmade bed Surfing the net is just a band aid I can’t tear off Pounding the surf trying to stay afloat Give me wings to flee from this hell Give me time wasted before I get old If I could rise from this wave that I am on No more deceit or lies when I am alone

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I do was forever I do is for never I will, for a life to fulfil I will, for the blood spill

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Sep 9, 2022

Sep 9, 2022 at 12:01 AM UTC

I Do, I Will

I do was forever I do is for never I will, for a life to fulfil I will, for the blood spill

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My darling, will you marry me? Years of hints I decided to ask Is it wrong for a woman to ask first? Disbelieving His reaction His breath heavy and heaving Fidgeting in his chair My face, sallow in its seriousness Cast a cold shadow on his bones His body turning away The back of his head In my veins moved oxygen pure My breath calm and subdued Knowing the answer before it was asked Confirmation from his lips due What does one do after many years? Is it ok to force one into marriage? Am I giving myself up? Am I giving in? My darling. Will you marry me? You are the love of my life. Will you marry me? No, he said.

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Apr 29, 2022

Apr 29, 2022 at 8:06 AM UTC

Will You Marry Me? He Said No

My darling, will you marry me? Years of hints I decided to ask Is it wrong for a woman to ask first? Disbelieving His reaction His breath heavy and heaving Fidgeting in his chair My face, sallow in its seriousness Cast a cold shadow on his bones His body turning away The back of his head In my veins moved oxygen pure My breath calm and subdued Knowing the answer before it was asked Confirmation from his lips due What does one do after many years? Is it ok to force one into marriage? Am I giving myself up? Am I giving in? My darling. Will you marry me? You are the love of my life. Will you marry me? No, he said.

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Sea gulls calling Small waves lapping on the sandy beach Quarantine Bay Sleepy as the dawn breaks Yesterday was wind, ice and cold Today, a gentle sea breeze The waves are whispering Silver ribbons kiss the sand A Sulphur Crested Cockatoo squawks He praises the warm sun It is lovely here Hearts melt all over the bay The big thaw New beginning is long overdue

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Nov 20, 2021

Nov 20, 2021 at 5:33 AM UTC

Eden NSW

Sea gulls calling Small waves lapping on the sandy beach Quarantine Bay Sleepy as the dawn breaks Yesterday was wind, ice and cold Today, a gentle sea breeze The waves are whispering Silver ribbons kiss the sand A Sulphur Crested Cockatoo squawks He praises the warm sun It is lovely here Hearts melt all over the bay The big thaw New beginning is long overdue

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I am the afterglow Was once strength and beauty Was once a time of hope and grace Was a time of confidence and health Now in its'place A dried up cerebellum Legs like sawed timber Ataxia effecting a wide gait A freak No longer beautiful No longer skinny and toned Fat and immobile Lazy and fatalistic Let death take me quickly and smudge away my tracks Erase all memory of me I have gone

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Nov 20, 2021

Nov 20, 2021 at 5:25 AM UTC

I Am The Afterglow

I am the afterglow Was once strength and beauty Was once a time of hope and grace Was a time of confidence and health Now in its'place A dried up cerebellum Legs like sawed timber Ataxia effecting a wide gait A freak No longer beautiful No longer skinny and toned Fat and immobile Lazy and fatalistic Let death take me quickly and smudge away my tracks Erase all memory of me I have gone

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