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Listening to the souls of the wind in my night cups of dreams harvesting dawn's seed with premonitions tiptoeing across the ivories playing keys of the rainbow where angels pirouette with cat paws on strings in my night cups of dreams

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Don't You Quit

Separation is difficult but life goes on. Then I met someone who told me "Don't you quit!

Following my separation time passed. I kept myself busy but others watching me were worried. I was not to know that until one day, a woman who had been watching started talking to me. We went for a cup of coffee then a drink at a bar. During our conversat...

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With a roasted butternut risotto into the shadows blending in alone walk across the night through open windows of fingers decending with accapella of sing and long wings of mimes at the end of a twilight's rainbows in the translation of a child's imaginat...


Written for a fellow poet going through tough times.

I shouldn’t have to say it –it should come as no surprise,I’m thinking rhyme and meterwhen I look into your eyes. Everything you say to me,and everything you do,is captured in my crafted linesand sent right back to you. I pack your words and actionsin a p...

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Bar Keep

Tale from the old west.

The cattle drive was overand the men had drawn their pay –was time to lose those weeks of bluesand to find a place to stay. They wandered past an old saloonbuilt of wood and rusted tin –a place where scamps and saddle trampscame to gamble, drink and sin....



I wake up every morning from a total lack of sleep, soaking wet with tears and sweat from notions that I keep. I still can feel the bruises from the beating that I got, a belt to mesh with tender flesh – it happens quite a lot. My parents say they love me...

On Heaven's canvas touching scented braille from cacoon to mariposa emerged blue wings my frail butterfly like a parasol neath rainbow sky feeling God's kiss

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Of lust's Hypnotics with death's encore the lock and key to my feather's opera as memories never die penned in the mind of my macabre at twilight's sobriety falling in gravity...

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Life in the old Montmartre, to drink to Love and Life, to share lust with artists, blend into their paintings, oblivious to space and time. To live for love and lust, to love and lust so as to live, to lose and win with a smile, to love a writer, seduce m...

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The “P” word

How should we call other folk

The “P” word I don’t understand prejudice, don’t ask me to I think it is negative and without value I don’t have names for other folks To ridicule them or make them a joke Be they homosexual, lesbian or in-between It is up to them how they will be seen If...

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In pantomime on the walls hung with webs and shadows with too many tinctures of ghost and dancehalls The embers are charcoals with many scars and splinters of many old wives tales and Mason jars Now just memories of ghosts who have come and gone with too...

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A moment of isloation with sweet memories

The blue sky is far high, Stars twinkle in the sky, The North Star is upright, The night is at its height, Moon beams silver light, Waiting for her flight, She is my every delight, Destiny conveys a blight, She is nowhere in sight, Night turns into a spit...

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In the darkness, as my words gowriting through twilightno storms at my wakesilent as the terrapinsfrom my fingertips to shadowsthat dwell in my soulof Zanzibar's trade windsand my annihilationcleansing my skeletonto walk among the nightfrom goth to hedger...

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At Sunset

Sitting watching the sun go down in Rockingham Beach in Western Australia.

At Sunset. The evening’s velvet darkening hue we sit and watch both me and you And as the sun it slowly sinks we watch it change the darkening pinks And as the night creeps slowly on It steals the light from the sinking sun The birds made their very last...

Time brings memories in dreams as two lives pass moonbeams of Aquarius and translation in tears, weeping of pinions beating in flight time brings forever of bluetail butterflies from a Cyrillus of winged sleeves a fashionista of buttons and seams with sha...

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