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When I stopped believing
I will not wait at the window for my father / I will not wait in the kitchen for my lover
An idiosyncrasy- raw energy
why don’t we learn from past!
A family reunion: reflections
2010-01-02 / The visitors’ centre is busy today. / Children rummage through boxes of plush toy horses. / History books line the shelv…
☼ Gray Lads ☼
She told me all that she knew of this clan she’d wed into / Recognized in me the look that history I’d ensue
Una donna in lutto (A Woman in Mourning)
Sicilia, mio cuore / Oggi non sono fiera di te. / Anche il cielo si chiude / E il vento si ferma. / La nostra storia di intimidazione. / No…
I knew you
Just one of many men of war / You continue in a way that’s / Almost ironed / You walk amongst the dying / Unconcerned / That earth w…
Look at my face, - / see scars of Demelt. / Enormous black beard / woven and lit by matches; / staring back at you. / Feared of reputation…
~ Dance in the Fretternear Woods ~
Rise again the day is young / and we shall dance in the Fretternear Woods
hell’s own rock (dreamscape)
o grayblock razorwired mother, / what secrets does your ancient womb sequester?
crude buffalo singing to the rough maned horse of wintertime, the sound of hooves / beating into the stone, that sweet damp perpetual night.
Olden hands, open book / Flip from page to page / Familiar smile, misty eyes / Long for bygone days / Pictures old and tattered / Stagnant …
“Macushla” – Michael Collins an…
And I dreamed we danced the night away / While a tenor sang “Macushla”
Look in my eyes / It’s no fault of my own; / I long for the love / and guidance of a mother; / the disciplined hand / and care of a f…
My National Anthem!
Happy Australia Day !! / In Joyful strains then let us sing / At the top of my very melodious voice I will always cry my pride! / Advance A…
Best Foot Forward
Whistling shells and screams of torture / Blood clott gurgles death bell tolls
~ dream bride ~
and they shall dance and cheer and make merry / as they ring the news to the world
Boy Whom I Never Knew
Your hands squeezed tightly in a bunch / Grasping the end of your sleeves
Tsunami Wall of terror approaches / Wave after wave hits / Pouring down seas of Mugabe’s ammunition / Threatening all in his path
To the Genie of Liberty, by Jose M Heredia
Genie of Liberty, my voice implores you! / In all climates your invincible breath / scattered life and light, health and glory. / For you w…
Discovering the deep
A vast ocean / our churning seas / sit within Earth’s bowl / containing historical treasures / within murky depths / Secrets settled …
In Remembrance – Never Forget
Every pace / A moment in history / Measured in / Lives on either side / Barbaric, brutal, broken bodies / Truths untold
what’s the goss / can you hear them whispering / bending craning / trying to see
To Peace, by Jose M Heredia
Peace, adorable Peace, daughter of heaven, / Mother of venture, of tranquility and love; / Why from the sad soil filled up with bitterness …
how deep, how wide.
And the most delicate brush of a hand on a thigh felt like all white things. Winter mornings, church bells and the moon rising, always risi…
Lakes and their Elegance; Today and Tomorrow
Lakes are A Teeming Repast / Lakes Continue in their Solemness / Lakes Abound with Quiet Chances for Reflection / Lakes Seemingly Enlight…
Down the Mountain by Jose Marti (1895)
There it goes, the ignited entrails, / the moaning mass, / And colossal slave, by hard irons / By forests and crater sends itself, / But …
INK TO PAPER
Ink to paper, flowing swift / Words come into view / Delicate, or scribbling / Old words are made anew / Put in patterns, some unique / Flo…
Reflections of recent history…….
People prayed in anticipation / They feared the very worst / Listening to Mother Natures fury / Wondering if they were cursed.
~ Come Ceili ~
A Dance is not just a dance!
Simplicity / intrinsic / instinctive / the natural state / of you / just being you
llama tourists / Ramasean Temples
The scenes we left behind remain
Embedded in tormented mind , / blood clogged fields, / dangling limbs – contorted. / Whistling ammunition, / gun fire resounds.
Napoleon, by Jose M Heredia
Without king nor laws, France desolate / From anarchic furor felt in the fire, Bonaparte saved it: / Flattering the glory in scepter conver…
To Fermin V. Dominguez, by Jose Marti (1895)
If in a portrait a heart could be sent, / Take my heart, and when you cry / Tears of pain, with them wet / The loyal copy of your hurting …
First Brigade- No. 113 by Jose Marti (1895)
Look at me, mother, and for your love do not cry: / If slave of my age and my doctrines, / Your martyr heart I filled with thorns, / Thin…
Of Death and Honor
Headstones crumble away to nothingness, / Losing their meaning, their purpose. / Stories of a hundred men are cracked and dying.
You come well, sea!, by Jose Marti (1895)
You come well, sea! / Standing up on the rock / I hope to you Arrogant: if my boat touches / Your voracious wave, I neither tremble, nor …
Ten heads roll from the heavy axe swing.
My grandmother revealed / Through hidden letters and faded photographs / I never really knew her at all.
Ceaseless-white-horses leap / amidst frothing tidal waves / that tumble among the dark / sentinals standing in their way / Magnetic rhyt…
I. Your head only weighed two pounds when you died. I knew it was because your soul was weighed down by the burdens of a nation.
The tree of life
Once again, here I am, / Sitting beneath my Judas tree, / The irony is apt, / This will make me free, / I’ve spent my whole life bene…
We are no better, we are no worse
My life‘s Atlantis…
‘…the mirror of our love…’
What chains pull, lashing our minds to the past / Gone playgrounds and dusty summer days
History of War
A heartfelt vision of how the history of war has affected our humanity
A Short History of Botanical Symbiosis
Your tumbling, troubled eyes ensnare me / and rip my new dress / all to shreds.
Once upon a time, there was a bird and a bee̷…
There once was a bird, and a bee, / Not one, but two, not three, / They blurred as they buzzed underneath their sacred tree, / Chauffeured …
The line between bravery and stupidity really is absurdly marginal, and a defined sense of conviction only serves to obscure. But with the …
Fal / (ter) / at the head of / momentum / in between the / lines that scar tissue; / peer into the / brick ropes holding heart-bones / whet…
It’s nearly midnight, and you can feel the burn, / The rum is kicking in, you are beginning to learn. / You can’t escape your d…
Exiled to the scheme
I promised to my wife and children, that I would not touch another drop as long as I lived. But where are they now. / I stumble to the kitc…
Old History falls and New History reigns / a New History unbound by Old History’s chains / it breathes and it grows in this new world…
Those words were / etched deep, / no doubt. / Carved through hearts / and running like / poison…
I am wondering how I could leave my heart behind, / Then these feelings would be gone, / These thoughts would not be in my mind, / I seem t…
I miss you
As I stood alone outside your store, / I realised that you were more, / Than all the other stupid whores, / You were something akin to me, …
Addicted to Education
I pour myself a shot of English 101 and taste proper sentence structure, / feeling the sting of predicate nouns in my throat. / I chase it …
Regrets?Non, je non regrette rien.
A Quill to curb your macabre curiosity, / A scratching stylus bleeding the ink into the page, / The crimson flow, flows from artist to art,…
Gott ist tot
All hope is gone, and blood is running down the streets, / As the river rises, we are flooded by the heat, / Cowering in defeat, we struggl…
Lost in the moment, / Lost in the dream, / Surreal flights of fancy, / Where nothing is real, / And nothing is free. / I embrace the darkne…
From passions depths, / A succabus escaped, / From the depths of hell, / Stemmed our wicked embrace, / Blossoming with sin, / You took my h…
The faded paper conceals broken boards of elapsed memories that were repositioned on prettier garbage.
Love’s not real
The blood drains down, / Like the devil’s rain, / We will bathe tonight, / In Heaven’s pain. / We are the haters, / Full of con…
Oil uber alles
Achtung citizens of war, / You helped build all the guns, / Those that murdered and maimed, / You bought all those bombs, / That set whole…
The girl came fleeing from her mud-brick house, and he mowed her down with a rapid fire from his M4 carbine. / It seemed as if everything h…
History is a strange thing
That’s when I met Les Murray. / Les had a red nose and a bottle. / We recited rummy rhyme / Between shivering.
Taken too soon
A kiss from the stars, shining above, / Sprinkle down from sky, / Showering me with your love, / Is it too late to say goodbye? / I never r…
Son of God
Take my body, Take my blood, / Your cannabalism shall purge your soul. / Make me famous, make me immortal, / Eat my body, And drink my bloo…
Once I was asked why I write?
Sometimes we write, / When we are alone, / Little words, marching together, / Whilst we sit on our linguistic throne, / The sentences that …
I haven’t had a drink in a while, / But the life that I had, turned all good dreams bad, / I’m not proud of the choices I made, / Please Lo…
Maria & the Street-Corner Abuelo.
The tarnished man’s fingers clasp / her hand like sandpaper / manacles, / tearing like the cuffs of / Campos at Ponce (he thinks), / rough …
History will divulge the conduct a former president’s son / If not in this life perhaps in another one.
She loves him. Of that she is almost sure. It hurts too much for it not be love. She remembers a few lines from a long forgotten folk song;…
On my knees
Do you want to be my side, / Do you want our love to survive, / The love that we shared, / Should be spared, / From this great controversy.…
Made of Wicker
Just as the raged river storms, / My love for you was truly born / Now I must find a way, / To make you pay, / For your sins against me. / …
A feminine love story
Every rise and fall of the water / Crystalline and beautiful / Mesmerises and captivates / Any who look without purpose / To imagine how th…
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