Damien Parer was an Australian cameraman
Who went to war with the 2nd AIF in WW2
In the desert sands of Libya at Tobruk
And Greek mountains he filmed the Australians
But his best work was on the Kokoda Trail
Where his “Kokoda Front Line!” won an Academy Award
He went with the American Marines on Peleliu Island
And was shot dead by a Japanese sniper
Australia and the World lost a talented cameraman
But he lives on in his film work forever
Telling the world at a time about this war
When the truth was not being told about these men.
Categories:
damien, world war ii,
Form: Ballad
Dare to be the weirdest,
And the best friend I could ask for.
My best friend is the coolest,
I would never find you a bore.
Even though we barely talk,
No one will take our rock.
Categories:
damien, best friend,
Form: Acrostic
He watches me with soulless eyes.
His hands are cold as ice.
His lips kisses my beating pulse.
He knows what he actually wants.
I never would fall for a demon's heart,
for I've seen his darkest desire.
Though I know he planned for this.
for me to fall into his trap.
His caress sends my body a flame.
My heart fills up with shame.
Why did he decide to torment me?
When did I become his sacrifice?
No, Damien!
Not this way.
Why me?
Tell me exactly what do you see?
Your red gaze will not make me submit.
I cannot be what you want,
but somehow, someway I'll be here in the end.
Somehow I'll be your slave.
Categories:
damien, corruption, dark, desire, lust,
Form: Free verse
a man i know has come along
reading all of my poetry.
he talks to me for moral support.
a man who is great at a sport.
the sport i talk about is friendship you see.
a strange to both you and me.
if you're the stranger
reading my post
you are now a friend
i will gladly be your host.
when people look down on me
with their agonizing words
you're always there
sticking up for me.
being an unknown friend.
a stranger yes
but a fine one indeed
a friend i would like, let alone need
so if you accept my invite to you.
i would like to think of myself as your friend too.
Categories:
damien, friend, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Silent and alone
In this island church
With Him, and Her, and Them,
The bowl was boiling.
I had to see the boils to know One
Light, one foot with no feeling,
Immersed in God's great chemistry, as
One heart burns over the legion of
Suffering pirates falling apart
Like the petals of forsaken flowers,
Into my spirit of fire, flaming
My love of people.
Now "blessed with this disease,"
I move the basin aside
with Work beckoning (always and forever)
And make my way towards church doors
Opening myself fully into the light of our days.
The breathe of our pain,
The exhalation of sweet and bitter time.
Amen, I say, to the acts which hang upon grace.
Categories:
damien, devotion
Form: Free verse
Dark Prince rise,
From your self-made tomb,
Once again,
I am ready to be consumed,
Take half my wing,
Give me half a horn,
Brake my halo in two,
Tonight,
I am born.
I need both sides to feed me life,
But I must ask you kindly.
Who am I?
A seraph from above?
Or a fiend with no love?
The mundane thought is tearing me apart,
In an insane world I'm holding my heart,
Memories bully my fragile mind,
Pictures of a cold, abandoned time.
How much longer with this cross on my back?!
Any more and all my strength I will lack.
Wings, aureole;
Half my soul.
Horns, tails;
Have my Hells.
Categories:
damien, confusion, life, song-me, me,
Form: I do not know?