I left my heart in Melbourne
A rift in time and space
Before becoming airborne
To go back to my place
I left my heart in Melbourne
In blueness of her eyes
In every club and tavern
In which we spent our times,
In parks, in zoos, in forests
In places where we roamed,
But more important further
I left it in her home:
I left my heart in Melbourne
Inside her warm embrace
As though inside a cabin
Containing all of space
Where sweetness flowed like river
And gentleness like snow
Fell on us, and we shivered,
As her gifts Life bestowed:
I left my heart in Melbourne
And I returned, half-me
And half-impassioned maven
Of the Eternity:
Which we had found together
And by it were transformed -
Two spirits, of one feather,
In sunshine and in storm
Desiring to make heaven
And in its light to burn:
I left my heart in Melbourne;
To Melbourne I'll return.
Do we all hear the rumour? A funeral draws near.' A spectacle is intended I think that much
Is real clear.' There will be black gloves and the
Muffled drums, that measured tread..Somber
Theater spun.' Staged to draw compassion from those (who might come?) The cornet may sound? Majestic..But I think we all know
What's the come..'
That vic-pols funeral is marching in the shadows here thrown long.'
Under the sun, As many narratives un-ravel.. That they still try to grow.' So will the
Blinds be drawn upon them? Will the windows
Stare out blank.? And also will True Blue Victorians 'about-face?' And here I shall be quite frank! Leave
Them to realise.? What a mess they have banked.! Heaped up like those mountains.'
When (they turned on their own?) Yet I think its not Victoria.? Nuh..Thats not where their
Love; and loyaltys are sown.' May they well listen.. And deeply' to that winds lone lament and moan.'
In a broken-hearted city.' Where they once did strut.! Its recorded and shown
To posture and enact such wicked anger, to vent, Yes I see, And saw
For me it has stuck deep in my heart, and in my gut.To remain reminder forevermore.'
Our queen rules another realm, I believe,
From here to Eternity, we grieve,
Melbourne, Victoria, has its priorities,
We'll have a four-day weekend, you see,
Pomp of royalty, footy final at the MCG,
Massacre by Geelong, possibility,
Pies might be in it to win it, tee hee,
Showtime next week as well, I say,
Yes, we commemorate the lot this way,
One long public holiday,'
Would we have Melbourne any other way?
The White House has COVID-19
As face masks were never routine
Red hat or red tie
He'll laugh while you die
Our death toll is clearly obscene*
*Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, just
celebrated 0 infections 0 deaths by
following pandemic practices instead
of Trump's Ouija Board predictions
Coronavirus Down Under
Was caused by a major blunder
A kangaroo court
Supported cavort
Spreading the virus asunder
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Yes, it's the racing carnival,
Fashionistas so topical,
Significance trivial,
Lovely fillies,
Eye candy,
Drunk and silly,
Studs in suits,
Looking beaut,
Glitterati,
Haves and wannabes,
For the paparazzi,
Doyens of the racing industry,
You all look fabulous,
Gambling magnanimous,
Thoroughbreds' gloss,
Media hype and dross,
Great racing day,
Booze, bets and babes,
Stuff the plebs today,
Our public holiday,
Melbourne Cup Day!
It's raining again
The sky it cracks with thunder
Yet so relaxing
I circle inside you
Through your cold centre
Warmed by what others
Have left in you.
How conservatively wild you are.
How stark and polite.
You caress secrets so tenderly,
Saved for the seeking masses.
I watch as a kaleidescope of colours,
Dance to my feet here,
And whisper from higher spaces.
You have opened yourself to me,
And I delight in you.
Full of smells,
I do not understand.
Blinded by the art of you,
I have fallen in love,
With one of your own,
And will leave her here,
To swim in your kind depths.
Ruby Honeytip
© 2013
You don't need daylight in the city
you feel more connected
to the bigger picture
(how big is yours?)
somehow that makes sense
somewhere in my head
yours too I presume
not that you need daylight
anywhere for that matter
just ask the blind
(not the one on the window)
we ate Italian in hardware lane
and Korean in the Chinese precinct
though precinct is a strange word
for the cultural atmosphere
provided by the genuine people
the smells, sounds, fun
and frivolity is similar
anywhere in the world
the food was devine
and the ambience
a breath of fresh air
no, you don't need
daylight in melbourne
as life rolls on and on.
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