Best Angstlight Poems
I traverse the oceans within a breeze
I light my way holding burning trees
Freeing my body, my heart, my soul
I talk and walk through miles and roads
I view the future with discernable need
Yet I succumb to my fate with noted heed
Do I lack the courage to go beyond my whole?
Do I feel the need to remain stagnant and tole?
I lack conviction in my sturdy brain
Trying to fight these excuses so lame
Solitary in my endeavours I so create
My weakness I continually berate
In my minds eye I spy this epic infused
In a twilight of colours I discover loosed
Yet I traverse the oceans within a breeze
And light my way holding burning trees . . .
Hunted
by Don Johnson
Brisbane-Australia
On a bitter cold and moonless night,
there came a gentle knock at the door.
Only half heard Joe did stir from sleep, alight,
to meet a stranger exhausted and footsore.
The hunted man did look in doubt,
quick eyed he searched this place.
Then he asked "Any traps about?"
Joe whispered "Not a trace!"
Joe made a meal for this hungry man,
of corned meat and damper too.
They drank strong tea from a pannican, ....tin cup
in dull light of the lantern's hue.
Before the dawn could break he rode away ,
this man with the haunted look.
Long gone he'd be by the light of day,
when the Traps did wake the cook. ….....Mounted Police
"Our tracker says he came past here, ......Aboriginal Tracker
it's here we lost his trail.
The bounder flogged his overseer,
we'll take him back to jail!"
These police it's then they rode away,
with tracker and packhorse too.
The tracker searched and couldn't say,
why no tracks, just a blank he drew?
But word did come on the grapevine,
of our convict's good escape.
From the men of the first fleet convict line,
good men make no mistake!
In the 1880's there were thousands of ex convicts
who associated with the deported from Ireland, Irish rebels and local
Bushrangers in Australia - Their natural enemy the rich landowners
and the English/Irish Police.
I am a covering to all who are hovering in the chasm of love's last spasm, take you in and
love you like a brother and kiss you like a sister and hug you like a father and feed you
like a mother....even so was i called to this world and i am yours my love stuck,
fear-strucked little girl...I will be a light from the might of those that harm...I will
take you into my arms...molesting spirits know my Light and fear it...I am a hired gun...I
got Love's bullets...abusers run...I am like a mullet...and i am stacked business upfront
but all party and rejoicing in the back!!!