Herds
at full gallop
across
verdant rolling plains

Rushing
rivers slither
rampant
to open watered seas

Astride
distant stretches
uproar
of oceans and waves

Plateau
oases stretch on
speckled sable blanket:
stars keep wishes fed*




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will it ever be noticed
that hectare upon hectare
of grain fields pliantly line

countrysides in every nation;

but alas, they are only too often
overlooked... to far too many,
one field is much like the next...

talk sick mask
you'll in it bleed
in turn all miss
originally strung
together speaks
well of ill-formed
blossoms in make-
shift flower beds
and never mindful
of implements or
their wielders' hands

an end blended
and send word
with meaning bended

our escape now
a band of sand
on an island bound

tomorrow's bond
lifts these eyes
ever upward*




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people these days
are our solitary
point of reference

unless we're old enough
to recall 'back in the day'
to compare smoke signals

with cellphone signals; well
most of us can't even
speak or 'read' Morse.*



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believing in something
is so much more than
choosing to not disbelieve

it means doubts, however
tiny, disappear into this
grand belly of trusting eyes

it fills you with the good stuff
when it's pouring outside
and your stuck indoors

eventually, the sun comes
back again; that, in spite of all
contrary and expert forecasts*



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● you'd think we could
just cut and paste away
to change things around

deleting ● what's ● not
then inserting what's hot
and she'll be all right●nah!

we can't flick the channels
or download a ● new ● app
for life, hard as we might try*




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was it grafted interference
or was it incompetence
all this time, scraping moss
across unguerneyed pavers

each exercise a shocker
grating petition to the ear
a swinging fence gate
badly in need of repair

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When we look not with our eyes 
convince ourselves of impossibilities-

typical gravel turns into motorways 
without tyres, we saw ourselves as cars 

eyes glazed, paved speed of reckoning 
just as rubber tearing at bitumen
 
convinced we will get to there
[that isn't here]
at trip's end, we find ourselves a typical mob 

typical gravel looks like typical gravel 
as we stoop out of that beat-up ute 

our eye catches the side-mirror 
stymied by our shoes that crunch 

making familiar sounds on familiar gravel



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morning mist spreads wide
dew drops glide on leafy fronds
sun light peeps through clouds*




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empty bottle filled
sun-dapple prisms through glass
light as air to breathe*




.

guitar frets, waiting
no one ever comes around
concert-hall daydreams

inkblot butterflies
frolic and chase each other
therapist's couch melts*




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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

stepping onto the doormat
knuckles rapping on wood
heart pounding mind racing

perhaps its like those
after school tv reruns
or those movie remakes

imagine live streaming
and podcasting in
very slow motion

loosing you and having
to remember back then
are unreachable ghosts* 


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shadowy sheets cover,
dark shining lips purse;
pointy ears ***** skyward
as corn stalks pondered
chanting scarecrows curse
in a sea of dreams left over

Farewell, days of summer
your sweat stains remain;
and those fading tan lines

blend into a chalk-like frame.
Let's point to autumn leaves
to hide paleness, underneath

folds of warm, cloistering sleeves.
Maybe our winter's hibernation
shall blossom into sparkly spring.*



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Many dreams,
like bubbles
in a child's playtime,
drift away and pop.

violent inactivity
propagates haemorrhaging
of intimate volition
where in this vast
savannah wilder-nests
quietly spawn and

nurse elusive bunyips

perhaps their scatted
clues shall direct us
back to serenity or
perhaps volatility
shall remain until
tomorrow meets today

Beneath wide sky where dreams are spun at noon,
The stars align to hum a gentle tune.

In twilight’s glow, the night will greet us soon,
While silver beams embrace the watching moon.

Each whisper shared becomes a treasured boon,
As hearts entwine, we find we crave for more.

In shadows deep, the weight of care can bore,
Yet in its depths, we find that love bears none.

In our quest for life, we enthrone the Sun.

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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•

Once, so many years ago,
in a distant place and clime;
our thoughts and life we shared,
each move, in perfect time.

Words in unison, hearts pulsed,
so intimate, each gesture;
each expression, fears repulsed,
companions of great measure.

Now it seems we're worlds apart;
nothing more in common share.
The last desired thing to start,
to fray bonds beyond repair.

Tomorrow bears no sunrise
with correspondent promise;
about oneself, do realise,
quite a monstrous fate remiss.

This callow heart has not learnt
to let bygones be bygone;
from past flames this quill has burnt;
perhaps hope returns at dawn.

Beat upon this chest with song,
this erring mind do chasten;
free the earth you've held so long,
remind these feet to hasten.






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Coal-bright heat
pulsates a primal beat,
this light burns white
in the squalid night.

The windswept fury
in a drunken flurry,
toppled kerosene lamp
leaves the table damp.

Morning slips in sly,
waking the bleary eye;
pollen grain breezes
peddles raucous sneezes.

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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•

there must be light still
at willow creek, though
I'm a million miles away

there's a reason for everything 
though ours is still out there
what remains is your empty chair

this season of grief has lingered 
seven years tarried too soon
an abysmal moment here; marooned*




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if there be but two 

on this twilight moon's 

landscape, there might be 

in a galaxy of its own 

a hidden treasure trove 

of good and loved things 

that can be opened up 

and relished each day!

specified number
syllabicated wonder
naturally sweet