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Exploring Panic

If troubles were akin to veils,
which on their own do not one blind,
when multiplied can quickly smother,
overwhelming smothered mind.

But tearing off these piling veils,
is not piled order in reverse.
Instead chaotic - scramble, tangle!
Multiply their tangled curse.

Then sight and breath and sound collide,
while screaming darkness suffocates.
Distorting light and air - perception!
Baffling perceived escapes.

A muffled groan, a desperate cry,
or catatonic muteness follow.
Desperate to gain control,
still uncontrolled I wallow.

And only when the quiet comes,
when heartbeats soften in their stride;
can disentangling veils be loosened:
Senses lost, revivified.

If troubles were akin to veils,
then one grand gesture could unbind.
But some veils are of fragile weaving,
leaving woven wisps behind.

So when again the veils start piling -
panic follows troubles' creep...
And all those bits of veils remaining,
add their remnants to the heap.

New veils then blanket older threads,
thus enhancing the advance,
of hopeless swaddled suffocation -
panic's suffocating trance.

So if my gaze is affixed blankly,
and my ears covered with hands...
Veils may enshroud my existence,
veils and existential strands.

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Christmas Card To My Boss


We write to you, your elfin crew,
To wish you joy and cheer!
For Christmas is upon us now -
The climax of our year.

We've toiled together - unified,
In our allotted crews.
And now we're stuck in training,
With barely time to schmooze.

The toys are wrapped, the sleigh is packed,
And Rudolph's fidgety.
Soon you will be making rounds,
As is the policy.

But though this yule is almost nigh,
Our merry Christmas vibe,
Is tempered by the memory,
Of those whom we survive.

Let's not forget the bristling sprite,
From northern twinkle-land.
Who's wisdom and composure,
Helped our vision to expand.

And over waves, across the sea,
The imp with shiny pate.
A knowledge store of rare repute,
And empathy, innate.

We can't forget the trollish clown,
Our western-most remote.
Who's antics in the darkest hours,
Kept our hearts afloat,

The reindeer trainers will be missed!
So poised and capable...
Were they in their instructions -
Irreplaceable!

So Santa, sir, we write to you,
That you may not forget.
The legacy of our brother elves,
And the hole which they have left.

Please strive to know our jobs' detail,
With depth and clarity.
And leave us not unbalanced,
Chasing prosperity.

Enjoy your well deserved respite,
As you rest and sip your brew,
We wish you Merry Christmas,
Your wearied elfin crew.

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Oh Meaty Peaks! a Pindaric Ode

Oh Meaty Peaks!
Oh meaty peaks adorn-ed on her lips,
Why do you cheeky mountains there exist?
You spoil the smooth mottled flip-flops,
Of canines' drooping moistened chops...
Oh spikes of flesh, you've piqued my interest!

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Together's Lonely Struggle

Concealed from us the reason of,
My daemons and their mien. Because...
In all this time we never knew,
How deeply I have suffered too.

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The Eddie Poem - To My Nephew, Eddie

Eddie McGuire made us all groan,
Eddie the eighth (VIII) abdicated the throne.
Eddie "The Eagle" flew through the sky,
Eddie Van Halen made his guitar cry.
Eddies Murphy and Izzard made us all laugh,
Eddie "The Beast" tore a phone book in half.
Eddie "The Head" was a head banger,
Eddie Sheeran has a head like a ranga!
Eddie Mabo toiled for land rights,
Eddie Alvarez got into fights.
So Eddie be proud of your name evermore,
As it's shared with the greats who are mentioned afore.
But be your own Eddie and tread your own path.
Stay humble, grow wise and keep making us laugh!

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Happy Birthday, Sister Mine

Everything your heart desires,
All that for you life requires,
Can be boiled down to one thing,
That in this gift resides.

Want you not the treasured things,
That others crave - like diamond rings,
And cars and riches and the rest,
But in this gift abides....

A luscious hoard of dazzling hue;
Blinding, lavish and for you...
The symbol of your deepest thirst,
Which this gift satisfies.

No more will your heart palpitate,
Nor will you capitulate;
To trivialities of life,
That this gift overrides.

So go forth quenched and full to brim,
No longer are you the victim.
Of unrequited longing for,
That which this gift provides.

In this your palindromic year,
Despite how rancid you appear.
With finger raised and scowl affront.
We gift this gift besides.

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Sad Saturday

Despair weaving up my spine,
engorging within body, mine.
And though I twitched and groaned today,
that feeling did not go away.

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Unheard

It's often felt, but never meant,
my misinterpreted intent.
When men of straw force me to follow,
them, from truth, down rabbit hollow.

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Reinvigoration

Oftentimes I'm found to be
immersed in gloomy poetry.
Life's trials impose challenging woes;
so I suppose... No mystery!

Enthusiasm, seeking joy;
diminished, dampened by convoy,
of fiscal strife, decoupling wife,
neurodivergent girl and boy...

And friends... what friends? Dissolved by time?
Creative solace: verse and rhyme!
Though selfish gloom, does not consume
when wakened by something sublime.

Last night engrossed in random pros,
I noticed one that I suppose,
    somehow shone brighter than the rest...
I must confess, I've made a mess,
of many things that I once chose.

And hope at times was elsewhere found,
but this something arced me to ground.
It neutralised, revitalised,
my sense of where hope may abound.

In reading this new poet's work,
I was reminded of one quirk,
my greater age did not assuage:
That youth is where such hope may lurk.

Pure innocence! Unjaded verse!
Presenting forth a universe,
of love and learning, friendship, yearning,
Hope! Such hope and not averse...

to raw exposure of her core...
Can I one day again explore,
    as do our youth, in search of truth?
        Through limpid prism? Optimism?
            Courage, wisdom and candour???

Inspired, dazed, I'm left beguiled,
by honest musings of a child.

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Decoupling

Dismiss, Distort, Defend, Reverse.
The demise of my universe.
Unheard, unfelt, alone, confined;
frustrated, angered, hurt, maligned.