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In Land of Oz a thousand feet below
was the morn on New Year’s Day,
and ‘neath a shining weightless wing
the steep sea cliffs of Botany Bay.
We taxied through old Sydney Town
with all wild expectation to come -
and when in Rome did as Romans do
and made way for the colosseum.
There it was, that grand noble edifice -
mortals did her sidewalks pound,
through those gates the arena roared
inside the Sydney Cricket Ground!
And later that balmy night wandered
after a cruel last ball Windies loss,
but ever closer drew those neon lights
in the noisy heart of King’s Cross.
Among the pushers, whores and vice
the city underbelly we did follow -
bordellos, dives, strip joints and bars
led Skeet ‘n Rich to take in a show.
At sunup the heights of Centrepoint
with its sky towering crow’s nest -
the sun and sands of Bondi to the east
and Blue Mountains in the west.
Behold Sydney Cove in Port Jackson
where soldiers and mariners sailed,
the tall ships that her garrison moored
carried convicts from Blighty jailed.
And upon pink granite cathedral walls
a new age do new virtues espouse -
its topaz curtain glass and white sails
shining on that grand Opera House
Next destination the Capital Territory
and a disappearing lake rivermouth,
over hinterland plains and gorges deep
and Snowy Mountains to the south.
Yon Canberra to the Queensland border
at the wheel of our V6 Commodore,
over “The Bridge” up the Pacific Highway
on seawatch north to Maroochydore.
To Byron Bay, Coolangatta, Surfers rode
the onya adventures of Skeet 'n Rich,
and after a thousand miles at our backs
it was a true blue hot son-of-a-bit*h!
And at journey's end up in Cotton Tree
on Aussie time we did celebrate -
struth, with a tinny and sambuca shots
we got fair dinkum pissed, mate!
Written: April 1996
Memorable Vacations
Queensland was a dream come true,
Along forest lake walks under the blue,
Summers of December 2010 on my sis' invite,
Excited we were for the double delight,
Long travel concluded into a toast,
Beaches and sea, Byron bay and Gold Coast,
Gold of sand slipped under our feet,
Glittered in sun the irresistible greet,
Waves that thrashed on us with every tide,
Engulfed us after a roller coaster ride,
Kangaroos that into every street hopped,
To give them way every now and then we stopped,
People were humble and kind,
Serpentine roads turning blind,
Sunny day we visited famous sea world,
Dolphins with music in unison twirled,
Kids together on giant wheel screamed,
Watched favourite movies and gleamed,
Train travel and beauty of countryside,
River Brisbane traversed with ferry ride,
Sydney opera house, bridge and harbour,
New year eve with fireworks and great fervor,
Days of goodbye when approached near,
Subtle emotions flowed and rolled the tears,
As we close our eyes and reminisce,
Days spent together were such a bliss !
Written May 7th , 2015
For Shadow Hamilton's contest
First place win
Now entered for contest "Any old poem#5 " by SKAT A
Entered for "Landscape and towns" contest by Bic Gi-Sa
what are they there for?
what's it got to do with anything?
i am confident on this one
throw away your vertigo stick
they measure my son's height
to get into the opera
they don't measure me
but i tell them they should
as i am at the pinnacle of opera sensitivity
my friend is between baritone and alto
i'm between the car and the theatre
as i search for the venue on my phone
we are one metre away
between the peanuts and the legal drinking age
the performance begins
and i recognise the aria
i turn to my son and whisper,
"this is from that car advert."
there is no interval
and i feel tough
i shudder when i think that the earth takes a whole day to rotate
but we flim flam out of the opera house
there are still tickets for Don Giovanni
it apparently ends in hell
so swallowed up in the life to come, no longer inhabitants of this world
the following week we see Spongebob the Musical
Falling for you
I can't say my life's been easy,
one thing has helped me get through
from cries in the night to feeling alright
was my dream of me finding you
Lost and alone was my journey,
fruitless my searching for you...
when you walked in, I felt my life begin,
I knew I'd be falling for you
Chorus
I...cant... believe that you're here,
I just love everything that you do!
The spark in your smile, makes my life worthwhile
and I know that I'm falling for you!
It's...true...I love what you do,
and I can't believe that you are here!
You gave up the dance, for a shot at romance
and I know that I'm falling for you,
yeah, I'm tripping and falling for you!
I found myself in Buenos Aires,
I'm not really sure just why,
You got on the train, I thought I'd go insane
I knew I'd be falling for you
We got off at the same station,
we walked to Teatro Colon*,
You disappeared but my vision stayed clear,
I knew I was falling for you
Chorus
I...cant... believe that you're here,
I just love everything that you do!
The spark in your smile, makes my life worthwhile
and I know that I'm falling for you!
It's...true...I love what you do,
and I can't believe that you are here!
You gave up the dance, for a shot at romance
and I know that I'm falling for you,
yeah, I'm tripping and falling for you!
I was just one of the thousands...
who saw you in your ballet shoes,
You leapt on the stage, and my heart flipped the page
and I knew I was falling for you!
I saw you after the show...
seems... you were waiting for someone,
when I called out your name, things were never the same
because you too, knew I was the one.
Chorus
I...can't... believe that you're here,
I just love everything that you do!
The spark in your smile, makes my life worthwhile
and I know that I'm falling for you!
It's...true...I love what you do,
and I can't believe that you are here!
You gave up the dance, for a shot at romance
and I know that I'm falling for you,
yeah, I'm tripping and falling for you!
yeah, I'm tripping and falling for you!
yeah, I'm tripping and falling for you!
repeat and fade!
John Derek Hamilton
September 16,2018
* Teatro Colon (Tay- at- tro, Co-lone)
Ballet and opera house in Buenos Aires
Be ye a temple to thyself,
be plain and simple right off the shelf,
or be a Mayan of long ago,
a calendar odds that stole the show,
Be here a while and gone the next,
if you have felt your life being hexed,
these venues of opportunity,
hexing snooze to possibility,
Be heedful of the portal,
since your existence was made immortal,
soul peradventures a righteous cause,
be it the moon or faraway Mars,
Be the creator, make with the muse,
these, doors and gates your point of views,
a tune o'er an opera house,
a suite harmony quiets the schoolhouse,
Be of the arts, if not Mozart, then ...
Van Gogh, Cezanne, Monet even,
said portal, 'tis a gift for the mind
entertained, enlightened, and refined,
Be out that great door, and simply explore,
unlike Poe's dear sweet Lenore,
that raven made Poe feel poor,
the portal's key, he'll be free forevermore,
Be Poe and Lenore, forevermore,
sans that raven, evens the score,
that portal answers your questions,
bear your confessions, free from transgressions,
Behold the truth, the truth of it all,
that gate, that door, so-called, portal,
there's more to life than just break-even,
that portal is … your way to heaven.
Quick getaway for a few days:
By Little Bay our happy stay.
A road trip drive for Sydney tour,
Baby makes five in spree for sure.
A cozy place in outskirts cool,
Home comforts trace as fancy pools.
A suburb far from city lights,
Sea view on par with rainy sight.
Wet drizzle casts breath of fresh air,
Dinner at last with joyous flair.
An awesome feast upon The Grounds,
Fine dine at least, shared meal profound.
Then a stroll brisk to Sydney sights,
Viewed harbour crisp in dazzling light.
Opera House by Harbour Bridge,
Curious quick browse and snapshots hitched.
Lost in big crowd, the five of us,
Felt glee and shouts in joyful burst.
Chilly night air brought shivers cold,
Mocha sip sought to warm our souls.
Then we walked back to car park lot,
A weary slack in sure report.
Fond glimpses here of city tints,
Shared festive cheer in obvious hints.
A drive through streets so picturesque,
Quaint houses greet in rainy zest.
Thus ends fond day with tour fun sway,
Rest as sleep stays as night dreams play.
By Little Bay, our first day ends,
Watch wonder stay with wholesome blend.
Leon Enriquez
09 June 2018, Saturday
Sydney Tour Day One/
(13 June 2018, ACT)
A Purple and Cream (finely tuned) Bassoon
_____Glissando___________________________
She stood smiling eager to please
what could break his spirt
would be the same thing
to make most of us smile.
She had wore his jumper
his toque, slept on his chesterfield.
In the morning she put
on her runners
and took the Lorry to town.
a boxed ended lorry,
she was to appear
at the Amargosa Opera House.
I heard she was to sing. A great story
it got the conversation going.
They put a chesterfield in
the lorry and knitted poncho's
while in route.The Caribbean Guy stood beside her
I heard them sing they
were a marvelous bunch weren't they? Me belief was
he found her attractive as too she to him.
The photo of her in her runners and nothing else,
quite beautiful isn't she. They tossed
coins and bills toward her
whilest she lifted her gown
to amuse them. A rather lovely sort.
Sultry and alluring are words that best describe the
lorry ride. An evening of "Libretto & Themes".
Love sorted the bunch. Standing there in only a poncho
I proud and eager:making prompts for the night were
they would sing. I told her "Happy Birthday"
While we listened to an Orchestra mimic
the Neigh's of horses panting in the Desert air.
Even as the clock keeps ticking, hours do not pass,
They keep saying time is the best healer,
But she lives in a static picture,
Where she’s denied the medicine everyone has.
Artists look and don’t know how to paint her,
Admirers try to debate her,
What’s that anguished look upon her face?
Is she haunted? Is she scarred?
Why is the pain of a girl from a static picture so real?
She could be made of stone,
But her carvers would forget her heart to transform,
She’s a sculpture with a fleshy heart,
That still beats, still bleeds, still breaks apart.
She’s watched by the many,
In a museum, in an opera house,
Her painted pain, her carved agony,
Fine art that only by him wants to be touched, watched.
“I’m actually excited to see you bloom,”
He once said,
But how could the girl anchored in the past,
Bloom if time never comes to pass?
Oh, to never be art or artist,
To never be so tormented you need to create,
To never be someone’s tortured art, their own personal hell.
The Play Bill for the Godspeed Opera House fell from my sweaty palm to the floor. 9/08/01. I’m still alive; it’s a miracle. Pushing my bifocals back, I frown. I can’t remember anything after arriving at 11pm.? A cell phone rings. I stumble toward the buzz; bend over to look for it, when I’m tackled from the wing. My heel slips on a broken pencil; I’m down.What did you do? You bastard,he bawls; looking toward the old theater house’s stage. He grabs the phone, retrieving the last message— Fred get to the opera house by midnight or you’re both dead.
the curtains part
revealing a pool of blood:
a chord is struck
Seems I’m alive and after midnight too. I had a moment’s relief. My arm’s wrenched to my back. The pain’s hard to ignore. I feel cold metal; he shackles me. There’s a shout from the lobby and the sound of sirens. Lifting me, he shoves me to the wall fixing the cuffs to the door pull. The theater hall is empty except for the two of us. Through an open door, he charges.We’re back here guys. It’s clear.That moment alone was all I had. The SWAT team arrived. Smells like the dead in here Marco’s where the body?“Ask him why don’t yah. Take him out and open some damned windows will ya. Two of the gorillas toss me out on the porch for a closer look under the moth ladden lights. Just when the cop was about to kick me in the head—a woman screams.
In years of silence,
Cold distances of silence.
In the age of the heart of iron, dormant
The soul floats on the icy seas alone.
*
The search for a corner where happiness is - everywhere
House overlooking the Chinese Sea.
Picnic on the beach below the opera house made of Pacific shells.
A bridge below the castle, next to the golden roofs of the ancient city.
A glass gazebo in the Atlantic Gulf.
*
Serenity nowhere - restlessness everywhere,
Invisible force brings me back all the time.
You are the anchor of the center of my universe.
The source of primordial love your voice has.
You're bringing my ship back.
Again to this city
Because I am forever attached to your heart.
*
The light of a golden day
slave's fetters breaks down.
Freedom is in our embrace.
The universe is changing its code for us.
For 77 days, we have been floating in the ether of the burning universe.
*
The fear was gone. The fences were burned.
We are magic with each other.
Lovely and tenderly loving our souls.
You fill me with so much warmth - it's hard to describe
All about our love
The heat is like in the heart of the stars.
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