under the deck boards
sunlight filters on many
expeditions yet to start
and around the corner
a salivating dog guards
the entry way between
a dense hedge of green

you are almost always
Better than that
and you definitely  
can do much Better
if you merely tried
while Better things await
those who better themselves
to better better, better to best.

rock people
marking-pen smiles
open stone-faces

rolled down
the escarpment
onto back garden

afternoons;
we are no longer
alone


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Sunlight looms with promise, on the horizon,
casting a dappled dream upon a digital page;
much for a proverbial cup of brew or leaf,
with cherry orb on top of a dollop of cream;
whipped before an envisioned, adoring public
perhaps, then the Muse would cast its magic--
a deserved attention endowed, for a token fee
for a free flash of light, earnest wait begins;
once between dawn and dusk an opportunity
to those pledged --that it will all be worth it,
--that mere humans do come to a poet's aid.*


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incidents create first responders
after which a triage is formed
to face each and every situation
until equilibrium & well being
is achieved & allowed to thrive;

in this case though, we witness
a modicum of putting together
again of Humptied impossibles,
our site Dumptied once forever;
where are all the horses & men?

So, I see that you can't outrun your shadow;
I on the other hand, cannot outfly my thoughts.

Stars will only shine crisply
in the darkest of nights

bright dandelion's demise
creates global demand for
app letting us attend inter-
ment via livestream feed
in such inconsolate times
this shall fill all our need

these words flow
fluid as cheap wine
crisply coloured as
any branded vintage

easy on worn pockets
dulls minds equally;
after several goblets
it all tastes the same

as for roses and petals
they may vary in look
none any prettier and
always smell the same

valid until
use-by date
be wary of
expiry, see
not all things
rely on fate
best-by flies
so go forth:
'gather roses
while ye may'

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*It's never easy to step out into the sunlight 
away from the safety of your walls - indoors. 
Sometimes you forget just how hard it can get, 
Until a door slams shut in your face in midstep- 
knowing that you threw out the key to yours. 

It's never fair when you give your heart away, 
only to find out their forever ended yesterday- 
That you will from here on forward love on, 
caring for both your heart and theirs forever 
while the unrequitedness would be for sure. 

It's never too late to hope and dream of good; 
all will be well if we trust in the heart we love- 
that what has brought us together upholds, 
until a window opens up and lets light in again: 
darkness has no place - forever eternally bright.

messenger of night
blessed angel
bearer of delight
I pray this gift
borne from above
be peace and joy
that dwells in my heart.*





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So, I see that I shan't outrun your shadow;
you've made it clear I'm living in mine.

You, on the other hand, can't outfly my arrow,
So stay awhile longer in this moment divine.  

And though my verse will one day lose its rhyme;
we have at least to ourselves, this time.*





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boy, you've been hiding long enough
guarded your heart and thought
left scarce a clue and when you do
lead to elsewhere; screening those
eyes that seek to spy on you; boy

one day, when all lay at your feet
they shall realise you had no real
privilege, special or otherwise
you were and are just like every
other creature that ever breathed

and this world is as it is, after all
you learn to hide & dodge & roll
each bruise, each strike, each scar
are silent witnesses to journeys far
be still; envy is no friend of yours

when reasons
have changed,
transformed along

with circumstances
defined by those we
have allowed into our

             life

shaping us
charging us
releasing us

and giving new days
their tints and shades;
now open up jugular

and allow hatchets to fall
or celestial hosts in array,
rouses breath-bound to sing.

on a campaign trail
that won't lead to a
white house or to a

spiralling ivory tower

each word, each line
each stanza and rhyme
seeks to clothe the

belligerent reason

bare and raw that
won't lead to paradise
or to shangri la; but

in their perfect season

perhaps find its way
to a friendly soul that
makes all this, whole*




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Oh, if I had a time machine
the backlog of things to do-
& work my way back to you*



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So many winter friendships
save but a few
thaw with the sparkle of spring__✒

breathe:

      all else

      is
        do
          wn
            wa
                rd
                    spin*


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forget forever,
eternity is so much grander;
what's overrated is too easy,
a lazy choice

so, what's your plan-B?*



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If I told you who I am,
Would you believe me?
Would you listen? 
Would you care?

Maybe I've learnt well to tell 
What you want to hear,
What you can believe;
What you are comfortable with.

So, ask me again:
Who might I be?

bromeliad smiles
upturned to open sky
eucalyptus parasols
hover above ruddy soil
hydrangea waltzes
welcome lorikeet
ladies and gents, while
currawong sentinels
flit from branch to branch

rock-people
marking-pen smiles
open stone-faces

rolled down
the escarpment
onto back garden

afternoons;
we are counted,
no longer alone*




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raise up your glasses to
the evils and praises of meds...

in the end of transactions

someone pockets hard-earned money
and another is divested of choice*



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see epic scene rhymes
note seamless-fit crimes
history ever repeated
inner resolve depleted
raiment marred by grime
stripped of every last dime

your ink
      has
indelibly stained

my
    unwitting soul;
we are now

together,
      forever,
          
--irreparably ruined*




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a brave new world
many, many woed
each click and turn
makes senses burn
perhaps tomorrow
and its fresh hands
will restore a glow
from faraway lands

dare we click that
marketplace button
unleash excitement
of various polarities
live and breathe all of
changeabilities now
tomorrow has its
newness lined up

there's nothing quite
as deafening as quiet
static screams & rage
of a wall flower freshly
plucked from a corner:
petals strewn on a
windy corridor that
leads to preset ruin;
here, even perfume
is stripped of fragrance

blister packs of pills
are morning routine
prescription refills
savage bank account
endless consult bills
mortgage of prime
emotional real estate

virtual stalkerimg
digital door knockers
GPS triangulation
information strangulation
clicks and pings
cookies and keystrokes
emails and SMSes
unsolicited  annoyances  
frequent locations
mild traffic and fastest routes
we're more than one minute slower
in our knickers all twisted and hot
they've definitely got our number, and
most assuredly our days are numbered

watch and see
what happens
when we drink
waters of denial

make it quick
like a guillotine
quick, give them
cake, all of them
'fore it's too late
no time left now

They tell us to hold steady,
keep the ground firm,
but the ground itself shifts—
silent adjustments beneath
the weight of old decisions.

Change rolls in like the tide,
deliberate, insistent;
some brace against the swell, while
others dive into its forward pull.

Neither stillness nor
movement alone can hold us—
we are in the in-between,
where each choice sends
ripples across the surface
and every hesitation
writes itself into tomorrow.

everyone wants a slice
of the pie, every single one
and only a few do or can;
for most it's pie in the sky
a minority majority have
for centuries kept this so
now we're told that pie
is not quite good for us
our buckets are empty
'til the day that we die

at it's culmination
a ritual knocking
on a sealed door

scream silently
muffled pulses
drum ribcage

shushed and
sighing fade
out & away

flattened
dismal
core*

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