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God Greatest of Divinity

GOD...Greatest..Of..Divinity
The power of existence,
time and intelligence.
Forming creation, beyond any imagination.
Dimensions that be planned, never to understand,
with universes that extend and expand.

Synergies and energies,
energies that create, control and regenerate.
Living, being, giving, receiving and dying.
All with imperfections and each own corrections,
generations after generations beyond experimentations.

Formations of universes with history and mystery,
forever changing and never ending.
What is, was, has and will be,
all limitless and timeless,
with a Karmic balance not just chance.

Preservation, designation, regeneration,
unlike religion.
Birth has death and death has worth.
Believe, in a soulful, spiritual, truthful self,
a God gifted wealth,
as God is....

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The Ballad of Ma Possum

THE BALLAD OF MA POSSUM
Roofing like a penthouse floor,
Tis not a haunt but Ma's snore.
A wombatic possum in appearance,
Being nature's pinup is her arrogance.
Her distintictive, brush, bob tail, loss,
reputedly, respected as the boss poss.

Hearing her grunt and fight,
echoing a freaky still night fright.
Oh!, nightlife beware,
if Ma is anywhere.
trees n eyes in the wood
is part of Ma's family hood.

Scratchings at the door,
signals to eat, until no more,
Possum busters have done their best,
But Ma thinks, tis a game and quest.
With her teeth and claws,
makes furnishings with any trapddors.

Characterise, personalise or humanise,
big booted, smudged lipstick and pearl,
smokin cigars, no sweet little girl,
tough and ready to roll,
she aint no possum doll.
A pet possum sage, 
outliving the legends of her long age.

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My Prayer

THE PRAYER
Oh dear universal God,
educated in religion I am not,
but this I know and feel it so,
with this body and mind,
a soul you shall find.
Confessing at times, evil led astray,
as I yearned to have my own way.


For goodness and God,
I became blind,
and at times, I did not reach,
nor try to find you dear God,
leaving me in darkness and disaster,
hearing echoes, 
of evil laughter.

Then to cry in pain,
with guilt and shame.
I pray for forgiveness, upon my knees,
and for thy heavenly pleas,
You answer my prayer in loving care,
restoring my wisdom and sight,
from evil temptation to fight.

With pennance I heal,
but spiritual scars still remain,
a memory,
not fall from God to evil again,
and to help fulfil, 
the Godly souls with goodwill.
Amen.

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Love and Pain

LOVE AND PAIN
To feel the stain, of love yet again,
with a heart stabbed, in pain.
Shattered scattered dreams,
as a candle of hope,
is melting in fears,
burning, dripping with tears.

Smokey ashes of love,
an SOS to the stars and heaven above.
Collective clouds of sentimental memories,
and dark shadows under moonlit rays.
Feelings coldly churning into stormy gusts,
choking me is my loving trusts.

Spiritually sinking into darkness,
closing defensive doors to sadness.
Awaiting destiny in question, why?,
as inside my soul, I search and cry.

Until I find another seed,
a seed that grows with loving need,
that special soul, to fulfil a heartfelt hole,
belief, of love a miracle in life,
and again to feel love and pain

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Valentines Day In Aussie Bush

VALENTINES DAY IN AUSSIE BUSH

Awakening with a romantic itch,
Then a scratch where I had burst a stitch,
looking at my beaut shagger named sheila,
as a randy ram, try to hug her,
tis Valentines Day in Whattabugga.

Love is in the bush out west,
all that walks, crawls, or calls do their best.
Upon this farm there is no calm,
for all feel that Valentine charm.

Kebabra of sheep 
could be heard all night without any sleep.
Calling all crow, this rooster is on show.
That goat, oh damn!, is horny for porky ham,
and Freckie the Frill neck, tries to Goanna,
while the Kookaburra laughs in a speckled bandanna.

My best mate arrives, called Whatafella,
only blued eyed dog in Whattabugga,
with bottle brush from down da riva,
a prezzie for my missus, I try'n' giv ha,
still with wild bees,
to try 'n' please,
smiling "Darls have ne recipes for these.

Love is in the Aussie bush out west,
All that walks, crawls, or calls do their best.

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You Are---I Am

YOU  ARE ,,,I AM
Sprinkles of stardust upon the Earth,
souls spiritualised, and given birth.
Sprouting growth from solar rays,
in each a special DNA.

Experiencing, reception, conception,
perception and own deception,
as not the same,
life being an illusionary game

Identities as humans we be,
but eyes so differently we may see,
humanity is so diverse,
like a species curse.

Gifted with intelligence,
but varied in talents and sense,
never understanding to find,
the matrix of another mind,
nor the complexity of each chemistry.

Human history in part catastrophe,
each consciousness creating,
an essence of their presence
displaying auric potions of their emotions.

Senses and sensibility,
pursuing paths of probability,
being complimentary or calamity,
so separated in unity is humanity.

Yet we populate and regenerate,
as sprinkles of stardust upon the Earth,
as part of the human history and mystery,
together, we, you are, I am

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Mental Illness

MENTAL ILLNESS
Darker clouds appear more so near,
spirit sympathy and mind in empathy ponder,
thoughts a haze of past future days,
a mental candle aura, flickers 'n' wilts in wonder.

This shadowy sickness,
creep 'n' seep,
seeking capture, no rest nor sleep,
until it claims it's mentory.

Tick clock a sick daze in time,
a senseless silent song, having no rhyme,
misperceptions giving directions,
trapped in a cryptic mindful maze,
thoughts in different mindful waves and ways.

Where now tomorrow,
how what to follow,
battling a hidden sickness,
Mental Illness

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A Frog and Snake Tale

A FROG AND SNAKE TALE
Beneath a mirror pond,
lived a frog, with a magic wand,
sparkling under a starry sky,
watched by the moon, the golden eye,
reflecting the story,
of this frog's crafty glory.

"Croak,croak" from a green slimy cloak,
echoing greetings for the nightly meetings,
hearing a croaky reply "danger nearby!".
Suddenly a surprise, fangs with eyes,
slithering in satin, a repulsive repute
t'was snake in a dinner suit.


Fretting, this frog could feel,
being swallowed as this snake's meal.
Croaked the frog to the snake,
"listen to my deal"
"a snake with senses so sharp and clear",
" am a magical frog and can disappear"
"and can make snake with wings to see all things",
with the frog's plead the snake agreed.

Every creature became hysteric,
seeing snake so angelic,
using fangs for wings,
and a hiss that sings.
Forever this snake lost it's pride,
slithering with wings to eternally hide.

This tale and moral for future far,
always be happy who you are

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Insomnia

INSOMNIA
Early hours the moon I still see,
in hypnotic thoughts from when I was nee,
was it a destiny to be.
Reflecting, pondering, wondering,
of each yesterday, tomorrow and today,
to rate what is fate.

A fortunate life is not for all to create,
the equation to one's destination.
Numerology, palmistry, tarot, astrology,
Philosophy, personality, what is reality?

Mythical creatures, of angel and demonic features,
A deviation of humanisation
paintings in dimensional imagination.

All the faces met, and to meet,
Maybe giving success or cause defeat,
with some characters that seem to delete.

Right, wrong, weak, strong, 
Believing life is one's control,
Or a soul play piece,
like a magical doll.

Oh mystery of life, 
will I ever know?
Thinking with thoughts so so deep,
How will I ever sleep

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Broken

BROKEN

Scattered shadowy clouds,
silently scream in this brain aloud.
Leafy thoughts, fall and scatter,
branches crack, in a mind of matter,
weathering the mental days,
twirling winds, spiralling a mindful maze.

Spiriually rusted,
a battered battery drained and busted,
psychologically dried and dusted,
repairs required, survival or revival.

Days and nights,
melted memory lights,
flickers of the past,
reflecting a darkening shadow cast,
Seeing future appear, from the rear.

Tired from tomorrow's wane,
views from a warped window's pane.
Potted, no longer in bloom,
from the worldly rein of gloom.

Tick tock, upon the wall,
an earthly revolutionary call,
from the weathering daze,
and an evil haze.

Time and end,
will not amend,
a sensing feeling,
to be awoken,
is this earthly life broken?.