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After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse
(please see my blog):
WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north,
From a place in Sydney to Cairns;
Then to Kuranda I went forth,
By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market,
With fresh fruits of tropical kind;
Walked to the creek through lush thicket -
Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe;
Then, outside, as I wrote for yen,
Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey,
You go walkabout with your pen. ”
Request or question, I don’t know -
Assured voices, elderly men.
That’s now several years ago,
And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
Thanks for the add! Please try to make it to Ace's Lounge in Bradenton on Fri. March 27th. It's Conrad's first trip to the West Coast of Florida since playing at the Sarasota Blues festival, and his show is KILLER!!
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
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It is myth that Amazons chopped off one breast to make room for the strap of the labyrice. It is not a myth that womyn sacrifice, nor that bodies are inconvenient, Sometimes, we surrender the feminine for the fight, shift the weight of progress to our hips And balance guns like babies. That is no myth, that is survival. My father once said he believed myth propagated the species, That the urge to believe was mostly stronger than belief itself and so survival Was belief in myth. The lump in my sister’s breast has led her to believe that her breasts are unreliable. Still, she would rather have two. She wonders who would be qualified to erase one half of her And what sort of weapon they would choose. My father was the first to suggest that lesbianism was a weapon. He said “For the most part, bodies are inconvenient, at least lesbian bodies are political.” It was convenient that I found breasts lovely. My sister asks if she would be lovely with only one breast. I tell her “yes, That bodies are political,” I tell her “yes, that sacrifice is progress.” She tells me “yes, that is your myth.” She tells me “this is my survival.” BY: ALIX OLSON
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Hi. I've now completed the third part of my “Super Glue for the Broken Hearted” trilogy so here it is and I hope you can take something from it! Parts 1 and 2 (“She Breathes” and “She Frees”) are on my blog and if I've known you a while they may be on your comments page from last year too.
Many thanks for the friendship and support and have a great day! ~ Si =)
HE BLEEDS
Love is like no-one else you ever met. His face obscured like a diamond of light behind white shadows. You laugh and sob in his presence, unable to comprehend his majestic beauty. He takes your hand and leads you through worlds of immeasurable splendour, devastating loss, ravishing beauty and unspeakable pain. When darkness surrounds, you lose all sight of him and scream out in terror like a child rejected by it's parent. But in time you realise that he has let go of your hand because he now carries you in his arms.
He stands in the gap between you and everything that would harm you. He negotiates for you, he fights on your behalf. He absorbs all pain, darkness, heartache, fear, loss, grief, sadness, evil, torture and death.
He roars like a lion and bleats like a lamb. He lives in serenity, creates courage and is the foundation of all wisdom.
He is the starving child in Africa, the destroyed family of Iraq. He is the bedraggled alcoholic on the street corner. He is the married executive on his way to the whore house. The terrified mother with a dying child. He is the baby killed at the hands of those who should have protected him and also the parents who did that.
He is black, white, light and dark. He stands outside of time and towers over everything else the universe has ever known.
But in all strength, he is weak and utterly defenceless. He steps in front of you. He cries.
He reaches out his arms, and enveloping your soul into his heart, He drops his head and he dies.
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