Best Lovejoy Poems
It begins with the joy of giving birth
Continues even after the moment of death
Life, like the scope of all man's music
Opening and closing passages of love
Messages sung and carried on the wind
Written in the deepest part of the heart
That palpable place we call the heart
Emotion long before the first cry at birth
Scent of beginnings carried on the wind
Unable to imagine the notion of death
For her baby, mother's unconditional love
The crooning sound of her sweet music
The years pass, so changes the music
But not the forever melody in her heart
Children grow and so does her love
A bit different than the day of birth
But constant and hopeful until death
As perennial as blows the winter wind
A young man's story is written on the wind
With pen in hand he writes his own music
With hardly a thought of the canvas of death
But tucked away in the corners of his heart
The certainty known from the moment of birth
That in her life he would always find love
Still his mother's eyes are filled with love
Vision dim with age , acknowledging time in the wind
The spring will bring again the miracle of birth
The lambs in the fields will make their music
The joy of rebirth will fill the simplest heart
Beauty will reign even in winter's death
Facing now the certainty of her coming death
He looks at his child with a new depth of love
Knowing with certainty that breaks his heart
Letting his tears be dried by the gentle wind
Believing he will still know the joy of her music
Hoping that in death will come a new birth
Garner strength in your heart to face death
Remembering from birth a life full of the joy of love
And as the wind of time blows, hear the music
"Road to Lovejoy - Piano for the Self Taught" (Part 2)
His name was
Flight Left-Tennant V.C.Burton,
or "Victor Charlie Bravo", when he
got pulled over by the cops, explaining
"a sherbert or two Lynette, but not on the rocks".
though he makes me spell it
off by heart
“Flight L.I.E.U.T.E.N.A.N.T”.
for spelling it right I get
Lamingtons and a hot Cuppa sugary Tea.
Royal Australian Airforce
(R.A.A.F.) - "R Double A, F"
his current stint,
“Mate! Airforce base with all the big Spitfires
and Jet Fighters, Amberley,"
then later after
"THE" "Event"
(quotation marks hushed reverent tone)...
he asks for posting up the Mountain
7 Stores Depot,
free reign of the "Mess"
where there he is the Commander's Adjutant,
his rank still Flight Left-Tennant...
I think they must be very messy there
and he cleans up all the mess.
"The Yanks say Loo-Tennant!”
he advised in his Sargent Major way -
his pride of course
were the medals
he wore from his Tour of Duty days...
First Regiment into Vietnam
Saigon based, Royal Australian Army
way back-in-the-day.
“We're HOME Nan”, he gently
carries me out of the car
up to bed
from the rented
Airforce Base home's
driveway.
It's no tin shed, it's a flaming Fibro Mansion.
“I’ll get your sisters next,
Cream Buns for Breakfast!
Tomorrow’s Sunday”.
It was Saturday night,
we’d been for a visit down
the mountain to North East
near the Ocean that day
to lay flowers on
HER grave.
“We’ll do Bribie Island another day.
I’ll read you bloody Loose Arabs 3",
this delivered so so not P.C.,
"the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner,
tomorrow night. I’ve had enough
of the Nicene Creed for one day!”.
Piano for the Self Taught? Well,
that’s a story for another
day, something that can’t be
bought.
Priceless in it’s own way.
This is a story of
Love,
“Unconditional” -
the Lovejoy-Burton Way.
...to be continued.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
1."RoadToLovejoy- (Piano for the Self Taught)"
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"Road to Lovejoy - Piano for the Self Taught" (Part 1)
Liberation
of a sort
head out the car window
hair blowin’ in the breeze
I can hear the Crickets chirping
in the chilly winter freeze
I’m smiling
it’s good to be alive
until the old man shouts
“Hoi!
pull your head in a
truck’s coming!”
Right hand holding
the wheel steady
reaches over the gear stick
across me
no seatbelts back then
in the old Austin
winds up the window
a roll your own ***
hangs out the side of
his mouth
the Kimberly is a moving
gas chamber
I’m breathing it all in,
holding my paper bag
carsick from the fags
along a very long flat road
it’s seems like we’ve been driving
forever, all those Cane Toads jumping
across the “NO SPEEDING - ROOS CROSSING!” Zone,
We’re moving West not South
Erinmore roll your own
he licks then spits out.
“Count the roadposts”,
he barks out the corner of his
mouth, “that’ll be interesting”.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
there’s a Roo lying on the side
of the road in the dark,
the highbeam discloses it’s been
bleeding, intestines lying ripe
with blowflies and a Red Belly Black
by it’s side
“eating it’s gizzards”, I surmise
I swallow and cringe,
the word makes me think
of Frilly Lizards, throwing up and
I’m praying it’s gone to Roo Heaven.
8, 9, 10, 11,
before too long
I’m sleeping.
This, he’s commanded,
to keep me from barfing.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
When two souls meet
To say that love comes not a day ...
There's no time ...
And even now scheduled to take place.
It comes suddenly and installs ...
In the most sensitive of our organs ... the heart.
Beginning to think so ...
But also realize that because of this moment ...
Not be determined by the people ...
When he arrives, often the symptoms are overwhelming ...
Turn everything upside down and the mess is happy if installed.
When two souls are the first that highlights ...
There is the physical appearance, but the similarity of souls.
They understand and they miss each other ....
Grieve because they have not met before ...
After all everything could be so different.
However know that this is the way ...
And there will be no return to his claims.
It's like they speak beyond words ...
Understand the sadness of others, the joy and desire ...
Despite being in different places.
When souls are intertwined like ...
They begin to miss each other ...
In a continuous process of rapprochement ...
To consummation.
Souls who are suffering may very well,
For often such meetings are ...
In instances where no more can go beyond ...
All the fullness of love ...
Loading, all the joy of love ...
And wanting to share life with each other,
All the emotion contained awaiting the final encounter.
They want things that become almost impossible,
But they are so easy to live.
How to see the sunset, sun ...
Or walking down a road with beautiful trees ...
View the night to come ...
Going to the movies and eat popcorn ...
Laughing and joking ...
Fighting sometimes
But making peace with a very special knack.
Love and love, often ...
Knowing that soon after will be together again ...
Without the parting being present.
But often they are at a time ...
And in a different space ...
Than to allow their realities.
But after that are ...
Are marked ... tattooed ...
And though may walk together forever ...
They will never be able to separate ...
And most importantly ...
They will have to find somewhere.
Souls who are never be lonely ...
Because they understand, by itself, the infinite need ...
They have one another for all eternity.
OF CEIZAR FOR MY LOVE DUNCAN
"The Book According to St Lovejoy 1:3 (Part 2)"
3. 3 are the fathers, sons, and mothers lost in time 1.2.3.
3 are the daughters 1.2.3.
3 are the mother, the child, a lone sister lost at Sea 1.2.3.
3 is the mother, father, and the loved child who sits all alone 1.2.3
3 is the dignity, grace, loyalty to hold tight to the
will to keep walking forward in faith, hope and love with thee.
3 is the story nailed to The Cross
3 is the pain
3 is the loss
3 is the belief that what we love most, is delivered back home safely
by the Father, Son and Holy Ghost
3 is the number that is divine
3 is the number that is always mine.
3 is the time in the morning that I confess
3 is the moment of search, beseeching unrest
3 it would seem, is the number that has been blessed.
3.Is the Number 1.2.3.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
(1) The The / “Soul Mining”
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"The Book According to St Lovejoy 1:3 (Part 1)"
1. 3’s the Number so here we’ll commence
I’ll start moving while the non-believers
sit on their fence
A very little known Chapter, part of a
most significant Book
all the stories are written with 3 in mind
Locked in a cupboard
that’s gone missing
the big split in the spine
indicates it’s unique in it’s position
lost in fractured time
with stories spilling out between the many pages
hidden under a stockpile of
thick dust somewhere
won’t be missed in antiquity, nowhere
but has travelled so far
through canals its words cerebral
all swimming down a tight viscous
river of blood tar
out to that Sea, the Ocean
Life
perpetuating life another chapter arrives
into the world screaming,
it breathes
in this Book there are always 3
for reading, not pleasure, somehow the
chapters have all gone missing from
the Family Tree.
2. Another Peter became Simon
fished the Sea for his mother
he had a story in his chapters
that required slow
then swift delivery defied
the story of bittersweet childhood all
bottled up with a note, he threw into her ocean
but she’d already stepped onto the boat
down the Styx River
to meet God the Father,
Son and Holy Ghost.
Or so she thought.
Two fathers missing, two mothers host
but 3 is the number that will impresses
us the most
An unread story,
stolen delivery the Peter-Simon Creed
Nicene said before sleep to transport him away,
the other the piano self-taught
played his own keys
sang all the pain away
both abused not believed
seekers of retribution
now lost off course by several degrees
drowning in misery
one was down on his knees
LUX VITAE he said, this is my shield
he walks through the Light,
the Light is his Guide you see
the other looks for release
past his muster time, walks round and round
the sharp corners of his mind,
a small locked room
lying there supine
next to the sea,
he edits his story vigorously
before he signs his contract
by Her Majesty’s Final Decree.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
The The - "Soul Mining"
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From the moment I met you
I’ve been on a high
A natural high
I feel like I’m walking on air
I giggle to my self
Or laugh out loud
For no reason
And if I start to come down
And I need a fix
I think back to our first kiss
Or the first time I held your hand
Or I re read your love letters
And I’m floating again
Or I’ll call you on the phone
Just to hear your sweet voice
And the call will last for hours
Since falling in love with you
You’ve made me feel young again
With your joy of life
As we run through sprinklers
And swing on the swings
Or make sand castles on the beach
Everything is a joy when I’m with you
Driving in the country
Queuing at the supermarket
Every moment is filled
With good conversation
Punctuated with special glances
We share each other
We share a hot shower
We share a bubble bath.
We share a bed
We lie in bed and listen to the rain
My fingers playing with your hair
And I look into your eyes
And I know you love me
I see it looking back at me
Since we fell in love
I’ve been on a high
A natural high
And I never want to come down
Beside the river flowing over smooth
Stones, dark and shadowy waters,
Healing me with hues of summertime truths…
Echoing past the whimsical blue, streaming
Alive like the music playing in the distance
Meeting my heart’s hope with gentling
Blistering my memory with harmony, blessing
The promise of tomorrow – history in the making
Yesterday, the past, long gone from today…
Yet, it lives in my history, my memory, my heart
Where it aches to be felt once again… listening
Like a verse in the wind, blaming the early times,
The moment I decided to make him mine
The moment he realized love had come by…
Like a wise, old promise… awakening the beautiful
Inside two hearts who finally knew the meaning
Beneath the intimate, the passionate, the fleeting moment…
A diamond sparkling tenderly, brilliant as the kiss
That happened when we knew the first breath of bliss…
To finally feel a love so tempting, a love like this!
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Could I walk with you in my bliss,
Add joy to what ever you miss,
And should love desires to flee,
I shall bind you in untold glee.
You are like the droplets of rain,
Cool to cling making me insane,
Feel the bounty within your smile,
As wet lips touch to mute your style.
The joy of music in its thrill,
Cascading notes with the skill,
Not so long ago, the journey of life became hard and difficult.
a troubled mind made the waters seem too deep and stormy.
a weakened spirit made the hills feel steep and hard to climb.
a weary heart made the paths seem long and endless.
And the land of hope, joy and peace became distant and impossible to reach.
Then, that special person in your life took control of your journey,
with her kindness, her patience and her love. And like an Angel,
on her wings she guided you through the waters which gradually became shallow and calm
on her wings she carried you up through the hills and they became easier to climb
on her wings she took you along the paths and they were long and endless no more.
And now the land of hope, joy and peace, though still some distance away,
seems to be within reach again.
Form:
As radiant as the Star of Bethlehem there it is!
An emerald beacon from the heavenlies.
A sign from the Creator that it is almost time to announce the coming of the King.
He is using another extraordinary sign with the color GREEN.
Green means "go."
Green means move forward but with caution to the other moving traffic.
Comet Lovejoy--a true beacon.
It did not seem so then, but O I wish again
I could spend those days of joy with you
For there I learned that joy is just a rain
That must disappear sometime that a dew
May sparkle on a rose
And a cloud may have meaning in our woes
You left me when in the drought of love, so
Would learn not to hold too tightly when
I pick a rainbow from the ground. I was slow
To heed, and O the pains my body rend
But true love never goes
Unless it comes again, it is the way river flows.
I held you too tightly when we met, and so you
Left me to refresh your breath. You came
Again so I would forgive: love returns when it's true
But I thought you a spirit no man could tame
The way we think is why we lose
Love is the river, you the water that there flows.
Holding hand in hand
Nothing matters, not a single thing
It's you he understands
But does he know the joy he brings?
Along the road a lesson learnt
A further fact discovered.
Love runs deeper than before
And new secrets uncovered.
Once one digs so far to heart
There's a pull to keep on going.
For you feel you cannot live
Knowing there's something you're not knowing.
Holding hand in hand
Nothing matters, not a single thing
It's you he understands
But does he know the joy he brings?
Today is a new day
How I long for the new
Wondering what life has in
store
A journey for me and you
The sun did set on yesterday
And awakened a new morn
The past behind us
Leaving aches and thorns
Now a warm summer sun
Beams glistening on a river bed
And peaceful dreams swarm my
mind
When I lay down my head
The stars sparkle brighter
The night air captures my soul
And in every captivating
moment
You play a roll
As I take a deep breath
Smell the lingering of your
scent
Imprinted in my memory
From time together we spent
The crickets began to chirp
Birds begin to sing
In a collaborative chorus
Overwhelming joy they bring
So what is this new path
Full of light, joy and spark
A guided way out
From a path of dark
Am I really here
Or is this a dream
Full of oceans and lakes
Rivers and streams
Not everything is perfect
This we all know
We all have a past
And have to reap what we sow
But a new path we walk
Though may not be perfect and
smooth
But I'll walk hand in hand
Down any path with you
something new
a kiss from you
on the cheek
something neat
did it make
my heart flutter
all my pride
melted like butter
alone but not lonely
i ride with God
telling Him the story
while He just nods
my joy elated
like the joy of my youth
nothing has changed
only the view
am i entering the
spiders web
when it is over
will i be dead
or will i be captured
in loves gentile grip
together grow old
or till God's Kingdom sent
either i enter heaven
or either i enter hell
right now it's heaven
save my soul not hell
someone very special
i choose to give my heart
dares to light my fire
by giving it a spark