Embers dance, beneath my breath,
Where the heart is crowned.
Time becomes a flame…
Let old be cast down.

A body formed of dust, with fiery brightness thrilled,
And sanctified by Grace’s cooling breath instilled—
No element or creature could have that body killed;
After the fall of Adam, it became
A dark vessel made of coal, with moisture filled.

Coal must become a diamond,  holy flame...

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Hellish waves have embraced me
To the depths of my soul.
The abyss takes me away.
My soul has become thin and weak.

Oh, my God, my God!.. Don't leave me.
Inhaling You, I exhale contrition
In the killing reflection of stars.

Let all words become non-existent,
Like burnt comets,
Like fallen leaves, let all words decay,
Turn into scattered ashes...
And only Your uncreated Word will...

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Where the river stops breathing,
Where the ice keeps strange names,
I stand between "was" and "will be",
I am silence.

The snow doesn't remember,
The fire doesn't warm,
The raven is silent at my hand,
I close what doesn't dare
To leave.

Let go
Of what no longer breathes.
Burn
What keeps you in darkness.
I am not death.
I am the end that is heard.
I am the winter,
That goes ...

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αἰὼν παῖς ἐστι παίζων, πεττεύων· παιδὸς ἡ βασιληίη   
   
    ~♙~ 
sparrows call a song
      from the depths of their breasts
                    to the tune of aching morn
              as reverberating wind chimes sing along.
                         
                                              vapour laced whispers
                      born in pomegranate chambers
          shades...

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Dust to dust

ashes to ashes will shall all return

with our regrets,

sins and wins erased from mother nature

our spirits effervesce into carbon 

but fear not as energy cannot be destroyed only transferred

our lives once lived tangibly in a conrete jungle

has now been washed away with a faint petrichor lingering in the air!

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we used to walk in the canyon

talk of a future that never came

gasping at the beauty round us

Selina was one hell of a dame

its a movie playing in my head

just pictures without the sound

a neck-lace of images inside a

cold tomb on hallowed ground

called to New York for a movie

turned your head with ambition

left me doubting your standing

fearing you inten...

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thorn rose in quicksand

a pale siren lost at sea

gurgling a hymn, that's

what she means to me

she's saying little of late

quieter now than of yore

time's calmed her down

once I called her a whore

came home at all hours

partied till she dropped

spent money like water

manic how she shopped

once a nymphomaniac

in bed she wore me out

I was not t...

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it makes me sweat even now

such sheer terror left its mark

there's nothing worse than a

child imprisoned in the dark

she'd blame me for being bad

I'd struggle but to little avail,

hoisted in the black cupboard

dusty, warm, beyond the pale

bent in two and scared of mice

heard her laughter downstairs

something tickling my shoulder

the silk touch of spider's...

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a year now since she died

life never been the same

loving eyes that llit my life

till she fell and got lame

her back end had collapsed

lost control of her bladder

lay there still in the garden

never saw anything sadder

vet had to give her the jab

said she'd suffer no pain

ashes rest on my dresser

but I'll not see her again

all I have is her leathe...

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I was at a loose end

Coiled up for action

Capable of anything

Any hot infraction

You fanned my flame

Got me into a fever

Never let me sit still

Pulling every lever

Combustion failed us

From sad mouldering

We barely rose above

A gentle smouldering

We tried to rekindle

Gave the fire a poke

Rubbed twigs together

Lit not coal but coke

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You're gone but it was good

You had to put up with a lot

My moods and wanderings

A child dying alone in his cot

Carnations bring you back

Our shady garden bowers

You dangle from my heart

In chains of faded flowers

High up on Ilkley Moor

Laid in fields of heather

Laughing we made love

Never mind the weather

His birth was not easy

For you might h...

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All that's left is wreckage

Debris from what's over

The time when I loved

No more the idle rover

Ashes are better than nothing

Half a loaf better than crumbs

Yet memories burn painfully

What's forfeited still numbs

Years that went quickly

Days that ran into sand

Left poignant memories

Your soft yielding hand

That May day at the beach

Sand caugh...

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Shakespeare's sonnets will live forever

Wordsworth's words shall persevere

Your missives weren't so fortunate

And it won't be me that sheds a tear

Your letters are but sad ashes now

They'll not be a permanent reminder

A black and white record of passion

When I swore you couldn't be kinder

Your writing was almost compulsive

You needed to get it all off your ches...

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You need hope to see a future

Without that there's only despair

That's the lesson you taught me

When you told me you didn't care

There was no tomorrow in your eyes

Only dead ashes from yesterday

There was no tomorrow in your eyes

My future's upped and flown away

Our journey's come to to dead end

I'm backed up against a concrete wall

Even now I'm hoping again...

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This poetical rumination reflects my own ambivalence, as an immigrant to Australia almost half a century ago, towards my Australian existence. Is one's life largely the result of mere serendipity or is it, at least partially, malleable in our own hands?

Atlantic Elegy

Shall I reject a life lead so far

from home? Or lament the existential negligence

of fifty years I did not ha...

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M A T C H S T I C K

“And to his rock be bound eternal; forever gifting man all that is infernal.
Bound by chain, suffering as the eagle’s meal; freedom bought by the one who shall steal.
Unto the eagle’s beak his blood be lash; to control he who shall become our man of ash.”
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There is always blood flowing down Prometheus’ mountaintop. He who had delivered to hum...

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