The stream (all workshops)
If I am forgotten
I want you to know
as the blinding light of summer
turns to fall, a shimmer,
daffodils turn to seed,
drifting on the breeze
I am walking to forget you
another part of me
runs eternity to forgive you,
once there was within
thee a breath of life
bound in our blood
your joy was my blessing
your sadness, shared
Anzac and incense
my memories of you,
whenever terror grips me
thoughts wander to safer times
sleeping back to back with you
Your Joy-Stealer
will drain
clear
de-stable
It flows like
toxic spill
bubbles and
festers
in you
Light and dark
Joy and misery
Ebb and flow
Who will know
the
Dark in your tunnel?
dark in your head?
dark in your exit?
So, no escape
it's a bleak
thief
Takes no prisoners
this Joy-Stealer
You could be wise
confident
smiling
Then the creeping
assailant strikes!
Sleep you say and with a smile
Dismiss me for a little while
Now left alone here one more time
Allowing dreams to fill my mind.
But could you see beyond the smile
There swims a lonely crocodile
In frigid waters dark and deep
I pray for peace in which to sleep.
And when sleep calls me one more time
A frightful thought invades my mind
Are nightmares real can someone say
What words will make them go away.
No man can win without love
Being wise can give you power
Men seeks happiness their own way
What makes man feel the way they do?
No man can be powerful without strength
Strength is given by loving others
A soul loves for he wants love
Who gives love when hate is given?
No man can be strong without faith
A soul is made from faith
God made faith for he is faith
Why care if you are your own?
Killer stole into the room
White shoes and whiter shirt
He carried thoughts of violence
To do a world of hurt
He'd had enough of this patient's noise
Went and donned a good disguise
Stood listening to the silence
With pure malice in his eyes
Couldn't sleep a wink last night
With all the big commotion
Felt his headache pounding
Waves on a stormy ocean
All day today it was the same
Screaming and some curses
Had all of the attention here
Killer couldn't get the nurses
There’s a hushed quality to my life.
A catch in the voice, the radio low.
Logging on before dawn,
tap, tapping things out.
The ghost gums sway
as if danced by the wind.
Nor’easters blow more and more these days.
The birdsong choir a nervous shout.
The shopping mall is preoccupied.
Kids cry on like cathedral bells,
innocence peeled...
but we’re not devout.
SERRAGLIO
all the noise of living
settles to a whisper
riding sultry breezes
of black satin nights.
perfumed silk curtains
dance around the room
on ocean waves
Murmurs of the day
still lingering in dark alleys
fade away
into Night’s oblivion
your poem also touched me
though I loved my mom
we were never too close,
so I too left at 15
then returned with a blessing,
as all her favourite ones
had ditched,
I alone was left
beside
Since then I have composed
moms’ poems
for so many
an irreplaceable being
not a thing…
moms live forever
in hearts of all
not necessarily to be
a mommy’s child may be
but love of moms is eternal
truly we all miss them
till our own life's end
when my thoughts
drown in debts
and doubts,
too great to count.
when my ills look more,
and endlessly mount,
I take a few moments,
to count the blessings I have,
and find,
they are uncountable too.
performing rhythmic, circled dance each night
respective diamonds all contribute spark
and shine there, each displaying perfect light
within the deep obscurity of dark
while splendour up above, my eyes behold
nocturnal intuition calms the air
wafts softly and I, somehow, am consoled
the glow that lived in eyes abides yet somewhere
when comes the day, they seem to disappear
as potent rays of reason slowly creep
but even so I find I hold no fear
they’ll all return when Sol’s, again, asleep
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