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The Pebbles (Kunjarra)
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
The Pebbles a sacred site near Tennant Creek
A mass of granite boulders spewed from beneath
Surrounded by wind swept plains of red dirt
A relative of Karlu Karlu/ The Devils Marbles
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A place of eerie dreamtime long time past
Aboriginal women and girls… Hairy Women
Dancing in the twilight… The Munga Munga
Sacred to Women, ritual rites, Mothering business
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Sunrise and sunset a changing spectrum
Of red and purple on the Pebbles boulders
Intertwining beams filter and color the surrounds
Creating an experience of dreamtime long ago
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No place for men, their spirit excluded
Only women and girls meet and greet at the Pebbles
For hidden within the boulders the spirits of old
Awake… eerie creepy moments that interrupt sleep
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Visit and take away an experience of dreamtime
The Pebbles transport you back in time
Relive the vibrant Munga Munga dance
When the sunset intermingles with the Pebbles
Beautiful and loveable one,
you've vanished into nothing
and left me hanging
with a question in mind:
could I ever find someone...
who's witty and kind?
I am going, like a merry-go-around,
from one lover to the other...just giving
love to anyone who's able to bring
some passion and feeling!
I'd rather go back in time today,
and relive those moments again...
the ones that can take this pain away,
to make me remember the warm rain
coming down.. when spring
gave us another song to sing!
I am going ,like a-merry-go-around,
from one lover to the other... hoping
that on the other side someone is waiting!
I have kissed others with selfish eyes
and simply realized what was missing:
you were unique in everything,
filled me up with joy and surprise...
making me discover another world!
My long nights are as cold
as these smooth satin sheets...
I'll find a better reason to believe
that I can close these eyes tonight and dream!
And if years don't turn into days, I'll wait...
until I have stopped going
from one lover to the other,
and wasted what you adore!
The sooner you realize my endless need,
the faster I will stop running wild and breath!
I thought the dust had settled
over what used to be 'us'
but today I found a picture
and heard echoes of your voice
your footsteps in the hall
and then it stopped...
you'd fallen, from choice
and I kept walking
leaving the memory of 'me and you'
It returned, unwanted, unbidden
after being hidden for years
bitter words spoken in haste
laying waste to love
verbal wars were lethal weapons
thrown in bloody battle
and then it stopped...
because I left, but scars remain
grave markers of 'me and you'
We've both moved on
but I still feel you near
in the notes of songs
about a love gone wrong
I tore them from my heart
and then it stopped...
but they left me blue
still playing in my mind
an unfinished aria of 'me and you'
Sometimes I wake
and reach across the bed
then hang my head, bite my lip
And taste salt upon my fingertip
I walk the hall, crying
and then it stops...
when I remember why I left
relive what you'd done
to fracture the memory of 'me and you'
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June 27th 2017
And then it stopped contest
sponsored by John Lawless
Again, at the beginning of the path to Glory, but I no longer walk Alone
“I am Phillip ; your Guardian Angel I’m not here to Praise nor to condone”
“I wait here in the corridor as YOU relive the past existence of Your LIFE”
“Shall We start, You may enter any scene at anytime, except those of Your Wife”
“You must enter every Picture” ; excuse me this first picture of a Bride and Groom
I was not even born when this black and white was taken: “ It’s an Heirloom “
I reluctantly enter : “ Bruce, My Beloved, I will Love YOU for the Eons of Forever”
“My Dearest Most Only Beloved, Rhonell I will Love YOU “Always and FOREVER”
Hey! I don’t know who you folks are but :I walk out, Phil : Poof! they Disappear
“Harry, this is a journey to Forever Eternal Life You have two more frames left here
Curious, I re-enter the unknown; a week later, a Funeral: Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust
We commit the Spirit of Your Faithful Servant : Bruce Harry Johnson , True and Just
Unto Thy hands, Thy loving heart, entwine his Soul, reap his Spirit make him Whole
Comfort, father Albert Bruce : Heal ; loving siblings, Bless the New Bride Make her whole
“It’s a Boy “ He looks just like Bruce : I see his “Daddy” in him, welcome Harry Daniel
The Tunnel Of Light ( 6 )
the ideals of my youth seemed so right at the time
seemed so right to stand up and fight
it seemed the
right passage to take
but.... the flames that once rose high
are now just sodden
ashes of time
travelling down the path of time
forward stepping to a new way
every time
rebirthing a stagnant mind
giving an exit to the loop
as the hour glass sands
slowly dropped
and time is drifting further away from these days
only memories
can relive these time stolen
days
Life Is A Book
Written: by Miracle Man
4/14/2020
Our lives are like books
with a predetermined number of pages,
each day is a page that chronicles our activities.
Some books are lengthy while others appear as articles,
Quickly read and gone.
Still others, are aborted, before printing.
A book review reveals pages assigned to unimportant things,
just filler, it seems, in review.
As we thumb toward the last chapter
we relive numerous yellowed pages,
finding few meaningful enough to have been dog eared.
Only then do we realize that
highlighted words have become our song that nobody hears,
from books that people no longer read.
The End.
Uncertain times oft bring about book reviews.
Tom
I never thought I would miss you ...never thought that was possible, now you are gone it's impossible to live without you. All the memories surrounding me. I look for you in every corner.
I miss your hands in mine
I miss your arms around me
I miss your tender kisses
I miss our friendship
Today was hard when I got great news,I was so excited, I picked up the phone to call then I remembered you were gone...I remember the fight...I remember what we said ...I relive it every night, its torture each and every night , a never ending movie playing in my head. I have no peace...I love you still.
I hear you found happiness, the love of your life... I wish that was me but I am elated you found your peace even if it’s not with me. l can't believe I am not your wife, I can't believe your arms are around someone else. I can't find anyone else...I love you endlessly...now you have joy and I am living in loneliness…I am living our yesterday wrapped in memories …I am missing you still.
Mornings blushed in dew
replicating your jubilant smile,
love-ladened cupcakes in pink
flavored by your honey-dipped fingers,
fragrance of your jasmine-clad hair
swaying along every time you danced,
exchanging exclusive looks in public
to laugh at shared secrets with coffee,
strumming broken strings of your guitar
when we collided against the window,
rambling vintage songs on deserted streets
of an unknown city on our vacation,
laughing out aloud when I repeated
our mistakes despite your warnings,
sharing anxious hugs scared to part
on a journey to unbeknownst roads.
Someone pause that treacherous night!
When you screamed in agony and left us,
gifted your baby echoing innocent cries...
I miss each moment when I look
at our photographs teary-eyed
sitting on our abandoned bench again
years later, in a world without you..
'Retreat to our world dear friend', I pray.
A ray of light shines through me,
someone just called me wide-eyed in glee.
Oh such a gorgeous creature she is!
Reflecting everything you had once been
I hope you see how adorable she is, my friend...
I love and relive each moment again
as I look at your charming daughter.
Our yellowed photographs smile again
In a world without you..
May 27, 2020
A World Without You Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Burl
~~Winner: First Place
BRIAN'S CHOICE X,any form,any theme contest
~~Winner: Third Place
The Bees Knees
She was the buzz between the feathery blossom
The flutter midst buds and petals in cloak of fur
Rapturously delving the gene laden pollen
To trap the powdery wonder upon her hairy legs
And transfer to elsewhere blooms of Summer
Reveling in its dizzying smells and peaceful hue
Nectar sated in this golden seasonal time
She must return to face the chores and feed her chums
To sweep and clean and oust the dead
Create a pristine nursery for the queen
And build a perfect wax work cell
Where stored supplies of hand maiden honey
And jelly that feeds the nest, creates a queen
Her days are short and action packed
And cannot remain when her energy’s spent
She flees her lair in one final fixed resolve
Relieves the hive from her expended body
To soar the heights and taste the dregs of summer days
And grasp the hazy blooms from better days
Relive their perfumed air and colored leaves
In one final blend of oblivion
Oh Despair, Despair (to tune ke sera)
When I had grown and reached an age
I did a job expected of me
Would I be rich and earn a good wage
This is what I would be
I became a nurse
Not much in my little purse
The teaching was hard as well
Couldn’t wait for the bell
Didn’t feel that well
If I had had my life again
I might have been a car engineer
Do my own service, fix an old van
Save me a bob or three
Oh the car repair
Can be for the women too
With grease and grime in their hair
See the motor improved
Get the car on the move
Now that I am all grown up
no mum to tell me what I should do
I continue as very hard up
That’s no surprise at all
Oh the nurse’s job
The teacher’s as well you see
The money is not a lot
That’s the end of the jot
That’s the lot, the lot.
Peter (my bf) and I are keeping it modest, practicing the art of the small things. Among our repertoire of pleasures are simple conversations, after long, exhaustive school days, in non-technical language.
Shall we wax poetic-ish?
Ever, my heart had blazed as if branded by fire.
Then love finally arrived to sweetly quench that unseen, smoldering blaze..
Fate, for a while, like scissors, came between us.
But having thus far proceeded, I did sorely miss the confections of closeness.
So, I shamelessly plotted to conjure sordid-reunions.
You may damn the force of my weaknesses and think me devilish,
but I am, after all, a living, female thing.
Do I relive that awful trauma? No, living in the past is like reheating nachos.
No one wants that.
Or do we? We take so many pictures, now-a-days.
Are we sore afraid of losing our yesterdays?
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Songs for this:
matters of the heart by lovlaine
Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals
Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz