In a world of tv clichés
I thought our series would be timeless,
that it would survive the seasons.
I laugh as I remember
How I Met Your Mother.
Confused on an interstate car park,
cellphones and calamity.
Only to feel underwhelmed.
You said “it's not just the jetlag”,
I said “how can anyone fall in love with a zombie?”
eating hearts fo...
Sunday 11th December 2011 8:27 pm
Take a look into my eyes,
And maybe we will find
that between you and me
It's the way that love should be.
She told me I had beautiful eyes
her heart said friends
and her mouth did too...
and my mind's confused now I'm not with you.
See I can be the best friend that I have been for years
or I can be the guy that can hold you near.
But I can't be this.
Saturday 15th October 2011 11:50 pm
I wear it on my arm as a symbol of our love,
I admired it and you gave away a part of you to me.
Your style, your flair, your elegance
bounces against veins pumping blood to my metaphorical heart, always.
A symbol of healing, of patching things up...
a bandaid of the heart, the soul...
I will be your white band,
I will soak away all that pain, that hurt, t...
Saturday 15th October 2011 11:47 pm
A home-made tattoo wrapped up in a scroll
(not of honey and milk, but indian ink)
saw 50 summers, but winters no more.
A cooling board smoothes away pain.
An epithet formerly scrawled upon walls;
a roughly-inked alias on a right wrist
provided the title required to assist in
identification of you.
I will search for your words in your final abode...
Wednesday 28th September 2011 1:28 pm
in a flurry of bags and boxes.
We take a glass of wine,
walk across the field
so you can see the sea.
Through your eyes
I see everything
Sunday 21st August 2011 11:02 pm
This is the beginning,
in fast/slow motion,
the start of your new amour.
A loving for your all;
devotion, just for you.
In the day before today,
in the day after tomorrow,
in the core of all your sorrow,
my mind will walk with yours.
In the light of your depth,
in the face of your strength,
in the reach of your k...
Wednesday 17th August 2011 2:38 pm
Today Dave Dunn is sixty.
Sixty is not so little,
Sixty is not so much.
Sixty is the golden age.
Dave is on his highest stage.
At sixty a road to wisdom is open,
So, without any moping
I wish you to go only frontwise.
Never to fall!
But if it happens,
Have enough strength to rise
And go on your life way
Without any delay.
Tuesday 21st June 2011 11:28 am
love is forever
so is life
one feeds the other
Monday 28th March 2011 1:27 pm
So many winter friendships
save but a few
thaw with the sparkle of spring.
Could this be brought on by S.A.D.? Perhaps...
WIth a bit of trepidtion I am posting this micropoem.
Hope you like :-)
Please make your response or comment on my profile page. Thank you.
Thursday 10th February 2011 1:50 pm
Sing, through the flowing tears,
And laugh though it aches,
ask again for love in rejection's face
into the sun's first brilliant rays
Peer into that song and hear its heart
take along these raindrops' prisms
let them glow in the dark of night
its tune your comfort and companion
Hold your friend deep within your soul,
journey into th...
Monday 7th February 2011 1:08 pm
Raindrops trickle on the forest's brow
Forming transparent puddles,
That reflect your querying face
And catches the dream of a moment.
Storm cells brew on the radar,
Fearful in their presence as they pass
Life on the brink of forever's portals
Until thunder morphs into cuddles .
In the streams your form takes shape,
Eyes that gaze with hope and love
Friday 4th February 2011 9:53 am