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Phobia Prayer

...Phobia? Irrational?
When was that the case?
Empire, art thou factional?
Fractioned by the chase?

Satisfaction? Where to find?
Thousand-faced, age-lined?
Freedom lurking in thy mind?
How the ...

The Field

...His dog stops often to sniff
the scuffed turf
of this recreation park.
It smells last Sunday's soccer game,
by tracing the sweaty play, the spots
where the spinning ball
slid crazily,
through ...

Let all the woods your footprint bear

...Picking imprints from everywhere,
Let all the woods your footprint bear,
Take off, nag at no rutted tract,
What if some rickety ways stare.

Throw to winds every needless care,
Let no head wind...

Lifes Jackdaws

...Life’s Jackdaws
I wish it were now! Yes now!? ?Seven tens and two years further along,
like that dead headed summer garden, you know the song, you a long time gone,
In your eyes I saw all the answ...

The Derelict Country Railway Station

...
The shiny, silver gleam
of wheel polished railway lines
have been dulled by a thick scab 
of rust. Weeds have colonized 
the stoney ballast, the wooden
sleepers have rotted away to dust.
The ...

A Jocular Hint - My Soliloquy

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Written: May 6th 2024

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It's tough to revel in delight, but I grew!
Dreams rouse me, not in an aphonic view.
Nature provides her...

A good thirty yards

...I lie and think..? And think then dream..On how it will end?
What will be the scenes? The die is cast..' So many now
Know.! Many more will soon, and that will show.' Will they
Lose some more.? Do ...

The Same Window

...She sinks into her threadbare cushion
on the aged-old rocker she huddles in daily
placing her thin-skinned arms
cold to the touch upon the arm rail
darkened from the oil of her skin

Creaks and...

Psychologically still thirteen

...Psychologically still thirteen 

Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days
familiarization with me would entail
bringing the avid listener 
into my private mancave hideaways
less a physical place th...

Outback

...

The wind blows across
empty cattle yards 
and tailing mounds
from old copper mines,
across open spaces
that spread beyond
boundary fences
and the reach 
of railway lines,
way out past
t...

The Game

...There was a day once
when the factory boys
took to a rusty van
driving through the early morning dark
to play soccer on a muddy field.

Our team was called. now let me think,
does it matter th...

There and Back Again

...(On the road to Kailash, Tibet, 2009)

There and Back Again

Pilgrimage
An ideal place
Seen through
An ideal lens

And so we go!

The journey of all souls
In endless procession
To...

Old Man With a Heavy Load

...An old man plods slowly down the rutted middle
Of an ancient dusty country lane, unmindful of his steps.
His calloused sandaled feet know the way,
As he has trodden this path to market for decades...

Where Art Thou Anonymous Benefactor To Offer Me Succor

...Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?

Ah... methinks legal tender 
could be a boon to help me bolster 
mein kampf with necessary material equipage,
which prospect to acquire...

Song of the Rock

...Upon this rock, was my fate etched
By the hands of Akooke Olemo. 
I lingered on her laps like mummy’s boy,
Though my own blood at me, distantly beckoned.
Her Martian hand nurtured and nourished m...

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