Long Bulldozed Poems

I circled around the park three times and continue journeying towards the west
On my first cycle I met a couple sitting on the corner watching me like big brother
The young man shouted at me in...

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Memories of a Green Beret

“Where have all the soldiers gone, Long time passing,
Where have all the soldiers gone, Long long time ago,
Where have all the soldiers gone,
Gone to graveyards, every one.
When will they ever learn?
When...

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1/27/21
"Styrofoam"

It's not hormones, testosterone
Or Pheromones
I was at the crossroads
Moved towards what was familiar or unknown
Never did any good to postpone
I can really feel it in my bones
Nearby all these Madrones

Time has shown
In and out of...

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There is no real life without love and no love without life.                       ...

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Wally some call him Zip (fed em black duck) (crow actually) Kakadu song man of Gulf town
Karumba Australia

Stay alive in 55 and 56 said the roadside sign..
As the Ford Mercury whizzed by on local Brisbane...

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My words were rewritten until they became yours
As grammar and syntax perfected your thoughts
Pages lined with highlighters polished me to extinction 

I wanted to resist all of those good intentions
Yet I knew you wanted your...

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Lord Vishnu once blasé of the same old scene, 
Far too tame with His heavenly ease, 
Felt for a change from ‘oh been there and seen’, 
For one that exhilarates with fragrant breeze. 

Arbudanchal My...

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DROUGHT 

Yes i've wandered cross the country
where the Roo's can die of thirst
and the rivers often dry up
and the ground cracks like a curse
where you watch the storms a coming
but they don't bring bloody rain
the...

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Those that went before him
Were promised an orphan
By the brutality of the elements
The pestilence of society

They were the pleaders of history
The wounded veterans
Of internecine strife
Victims of little prejudices

Whose faith in the probable
Had been shattered 
By...

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He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets
the conferences of frogs,
the unpublished works
of kestrels and voles.

He’s an advocate for the underbelly
of a microbial heaven, for every kind
of uncouth animalcule.

Ancient is...

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I can feel you
I can touch you
I crave you
I desire you

I want you so bad
I can't get enough of you

You consume me
I close my eyes
And you are there 

I've conquered several habits
but you remain my...

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"I have enough fight in me,to devour the world!"
              Zorba the Greek Movie
                ...

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There was a crooked house 
in a crooked part of town
Where you could down a pint or two
and let your life calm down
A place to relax and to de-stress
with friends and glass or two.
Yes we...

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Winter fetches a hillock of the wind and downpour.
Exacerbating people to mislay their blight core.
Peculiar demesne keepers are utterly aroused. 
While tiny dwellings, slums are bulldozed.

Flush breaks out among the poorest of the poor.
Thoroughly jiggling,...

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Thirty years ago, multi-floral rose and 
fruit laden wild berry bushes could be
found in abundance everywhere around here. 
Native grasses provided shelter
to the ground nesters and the 
warm summer nights were filled
with the call of...

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Elephant caparisons none, 
their enormous bodies cast black shadows. 

Trunks stretch out 
to pulling and plucking pleasures. 

A grizzled tusker thrusts
its tusks into the mud wall of a rural shrine; 

devotees drop 
vacuous chants, vamoose.

...

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Through the mire, lie rows of houses,
in fact there all around, 
This is suburbia the sprawl, 
Spreading in all directions,
Concrete and steel surge upwards, 
Indigenous trees bulldozed down,
Roads dark alleyways fester, 
Behold this was once...

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Forgetting is a vain refugee camp,
    Madonna, for still these walls get
    breached, amidst the daily, frenzied
    barter of honed art for bread,

While slaking arid, thirsty...

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And there were men. 
The first to exist and the first to parish, 
They say this is a men’s world... 
But it is woman who gives it life 
The men said i will lead and...

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Steps on mud, a stalking thread,
Red strings wind through dying groves
Where life needs time, to find footing,
Red strings halt hands in greed which hold
The axe of ignorance, the axe which bleeds
A people in flight from...

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He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets
the conferences of frogs,
the unpublished works
of kestrels and voles.

He’s an advocate for the underbelly
of a microbial heaven, for every kind
of uncouth animalcule.

Ancient is...

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If you look behind his story 
there’s a woman you will find.
Not in the struggle for the glory
but with a duty on her mind.

Now meet The Women of Tuskegee.
Tuskegee Airmen they are named.
Lost within the...

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Squatter Jack

have you lived awhile in west Queensland,
out in the red soil dust,
where the crows will pick your eyes out and,
bore water is a must,
have you seen a thin and starving cow,
not a blade of...

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He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets 
the conferences of frogs, 
the unpublished works 
of kestrels and voles.

He’s an advocate for the underbelly
of a microbial heaven, for every kind
of...

Read More

Where Can They Go?


So axiomatic, they'll be displaced
     from forest homes, they harbored many years.
          Now, over time, their shelters were replaced;
...

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