Unconditional love both ways. Ref 018
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Unconditional love both ways.
Now I do my part and you do yours
Chastise me if you need to but hold
On to this thought .There is no flaw.
Now if it's unconditional it's mutual
Don't you think that is most fair ?
I love and respect my darling girl
That said I know she loves me too
I hope our lives will last forever
On every occasion in storm or calm
Naturally in sickness and in health
And for better and of course worst
Love has to be that way not maybe

Love has to be ALWAYS not fickle
Otherwise many conditions fail.
Very often respect is sadly lost
Eruptions of rage always forgiven

By one that loves unconditionally.
One that adores his darling girl.
The one that wants you day n night
Happy in the knowledge of love.

Where would we find a better mate
A mate that can display love 24/7
Year in Year out unconditionally
Simply look me in the eyes n know.
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Philip ... Written 24th January 2017.

Poem
On the third day. Ref 017
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On the third day.
Now as I roll away the stone

The thoughts and actions gathered
Heartfelt intentions placed in memory banks
Establishment of our communication method

The road ahead of course is uncertain
Having Barbara with me ,an essential
In sickness and in health , for better or worse
Reacting to each problem with a solution
Devoting myself to our spiritual togetherness

Daily as I roll away the stone .To clear a path
Act and react without a seconds thought
You have made my mind up . My woman brave
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Philip
27/9/18.

Poem ~ Our garden where we would sit n laze .
Ref 023
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Our garden where we would sit and laze.
Under the canopy of beautiful tree palms
Rippling waters trickling by whilst we dream

Gardens of tropical plants tended n charmed
And dollars well spent on this tropical scene
Reflections mirrored up to the sky becalmed
Did this paradise figure in our wildest dreams?
Even as loving kindred spirits were we charged
No never though our lives of years we teamed

Without a doubt we teamed to live as one.
Hoping for a life force ,greater than it seemed
Expecting that with luck our life had just begun
Real life Angel ,she was, all I would ever dream
Established early on,we would have such fun.

With plans to live forever, I fear, I was so wrong
Even the best laid plans of mice and men .

Will never stand up to be predictable
Our garden where we would sit n laze
Under the canopy of beautiful palm trees
Lagoons where we watched our charges play
Digging in the sand and giving Nana joy.

Silent now as I sit with you reflecting
I sit in pain knowing that my Darlings gone
Triggering another tear to salt my eyes

No doubt folk kindly say “just love yourself “

Love myself ? Well OK , but my darling’s gone
And in Our garden where we would sit n laze
Z zzzz Barbara oh please let me dream of you
Eternally ,sweetheart in my heart to carry you

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Written by Philip.
Sunday 7th October 2018.

A story of Australian terms plants and wildlife. Ref 022
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An “Acrostic “poetic tribute to my darling girl
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Written by Philip 4th October 2018.
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A story of Australian terms plants and wildlife.

Six years in the making , it ended all too soon
Two oldies ,lost your husband I lost my wife
Oh you were so Australian n I a winging Pom
Reaching three score years and ten in life
You ‘d have to say “What were these guys on”

Oh it’s chemistry yes the chemistry was right
For t’was a no brainer , I knew I wasn’t wrong

A story of Australian terms plants and wild life
Under this Oz Angel,who tried to get me gone
Something clicked, I had to make her my wife.
That took a good six months to bring together
Racing up n down from Sydney to Melbourne
And we did the road trip up to Sydney to live
Loving the old Aussie towns on the route
In fact we had a year renting in Manley NSW
A story of Australian terms plants and wildlife
New words and phrases and broad humour

Terms like tucker and strine and wowser
Echidna ? that burrowing egg laying mammal
Ringtail possums sitting on the garden fences
Many ,varied and colourful birds in life abound
Some so vocal with a cacophony of sound.

Phil and Barbara born on different continents
Living seventy years on different continents.
And now coming together in a beautiful bond
Nothing to compare in a hundred n fifty years.
That’s the extent of our joint living years.
Segregated on two separate continents

An “ Acrostic” tribute to my darling girl.
Now having met by chance at a family party
Drawn together to form the ultimate affair

Would you not like to hear more about us?
I was scared to venture off the beaten track.
Like I am supposed to be talking nature
Dinkum is something genuinely honest
Love is honest , love is unconditional
I want to make this poem so very honest
Furphy gave rise to an unfounded rumour
Exactly ! Furphy was the early water carrier

An  “Acrostic “ tribute to my darling girl.
Now I know she deserves another tribute.

And I for sure will give it to my dearest one
Coolgardie safe for keeping food cool
Roo meat is tender if you keep it out the sun.
Ockers abound those matey unpolished males
Smoking away their lives in designated areas
These men are the salt of the earth,sociable
I would oft sit in the smoking area and blah
Conversations diverse But I don’t smoke.

Pavlova graces many a table covered in fruit
On the occasional meal out we may partake
Especially at our birthday anniversary treats
Those dates so special in our calendar
I remember June before last we made a trip
Coming over the beautiful Blue Mountains

The trip we made was to Bathurst in NSW
Reminiscing in the town of Barbara’s birth
I was enchanted by the fertile landscapes
Backblocks n outback. Remote country areas
Urgent that we found the ancient homestead
Then met Barbs cousin who still farms there
Even though  Seventy years had passed since

Turned out that he was orphaned as a child
Orphaned when his mother died in childbirth

My God, times were tough in those days.
Yet how I ramble? I should be teaching nature

Diligently I shall try to stick to the point.
A story of Australian terms plants and wildlife.
Ringtail possums possesses essential stoicism
Larrikin ? beware of that grog filled hooligan
It looks like a possum especially when drunk.
Now we were sometimes awakened by them.
Grog is the devils brew if VB is consumed

Grant me a moment of reflection to the finale
I got little to show for my poem of Nature
Rightly this is a tribute to my Darling girl
Let no man think I fantasise. This grief is real.
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Written by Philip. 4th. October 2018.

Italeau...Fiamma--my brother wishes likewise that they'd fit.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMCDX)


Boots.  Suede, Italian, and too small fr'intents,
My toes half bruised from jist one two-hour's scale
As twere of wearing, and lo, for the sale
Which netted me this lux'ry I've naught hence
Save yearning for that glor'ous pair which thence
Must be returned, prayrs for a pair t'avail
Me like these should have, with none in a frail
Excuse 'cept made-in-China boots' defense.
I only text YOU 'bout the size as t'were,
Nor know what YOUR opinion is, if YOU
Care two bits whether I've this pair in tour
Or that, just that Italian boots anew
"Run small."  And um, "I wear size ten." But's poor,
Cuz I must foot the bill, with pennies too.

25Sep18b

The treasures I seek, the landscapes I roam
Seasons have passed as a heart turned to stone
Back in the day with no place to call home
Sins were committed, and none to atone

Mind but a playground for notions bizarre
Eyes painted crimson, the sky full of scars
Over the doldrums of oceans so far
Sails the salvation on blood of the stars

Dear friends, misfortune befell on my soul
Rekindled flames of a nightmare so cold
Tragedy followed, guilt swallowed me whole
Innocence lost to the crimes yet untold

Words but a façade that blots out the sun
Drowning the sorrow, a bottle of ***
Blinded by light, where to flee, where to run
Dance with the death to the beat of a drum

Memories but shards in this great disarray
Face of betrayal unseen till this day
Bitter and sombre, so hollow, so grey
Sweeter than chocolate those roses of May

Thus, I am undone, but please, heed my call
Spare me your pity, I accept my fault
Fate I have chosen was bound to my fall
Stoic and narrow, my thoughts were enthralled

None shall be tracing the footsteps of mine
Follow the sound of the heavenly chime
Choose your own path at the end of the line
Jump off the rails 'fore I finish this rhyme

I know you
I burn in the flame from the glint in your eye
I sense the power in an insecure smile
I feel the danger in sarcastic defense

I see you
Desperate search in a forest so dense
Fighting the current, feet bloodied and red
You flex and bow, delicate perch, fragile limb

I taste you
From knees to shoulders In feline repose
A punch in the face from the twist of a nose
My blood hints of freedom, drips off my lips.

I feel you
It’s an electric vibration, synaptic attention
An ambiance, subtle change in light
Conflagration grows while sparrows take flight.