After the stills comes the moving pictures … https://vimeo.com/119516706
Month: February 2015
on the way to the shops …
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a few of the locals having a bit of a feed …
sussing me out …
ready to run …
off we go …
Phew
That’s it. Two days in the rainy bush and I’ve transferred “The Cafe Village by the Sea” to this website. Text and voice. Should be fairly self explanatory on the pages.
Click on the speaker for the sound file to open in another tab, then go back to the poem tab so you can read along with me!
Apologies to my loyal friends who have lived with these poems since 2009, you must be sick of seeing them by now.
Here is where to go … The Cafe Village by the Sea and other poems
Many many thanks to the lovely people that have been liking and reading the poems as I have been posting them. You make it worthwhile to keep on doing this.
Our Island Prince
Sitting on the sand with my evening smoke
Watching the surfers at the end of the day
Spotted the prince of the sea gliding alone on the edge
Majestic on his birthday mal in his hibiscus shorts
Brown body and glistening mane
unfettered by suited protection
So different
from the tide of darting penguin wasps surrounding him
Flipping and flopping in the churning tide
‘til they catch a wave
Then these teenage aerialists excel
like acrobats on their little boards
While the sea prince floats languidly in his element
A resplendent ocean liner surrounded by pilot boats
Waiting for a nice big fat one out along the edge
Wham
Speeding towards fifty
Trying really hard
to avoid patterns
from my past
Half-read Mars & Venus
learning how to listen
without calls to action
talking through feelings
listening to her needs
Opted for commitment
Then – WHAM – out of the blue
live across the wires
across the ocean
She’s got another playmate
so I’m on my own again
She’s connected with her birthplace
enchanted by its spell
found a worthy playmate
so I’m on my own again
Facebook Lover
I called her my Facebook lover
We flirted and hugged with a mouse
No messy sharing of fluids
Safe in my room in my house
No dining or going to movies
No talking of womanly dreams
No curtains or shelves from Ikea
No bloody relationship scenes
Just Scrabble and fish tanks and gardens
Pirates and Vampires and Wolves
Dancing our lust on the keyboard
Yet pushing emotional rules
We pretend there’s no innuendo
Well maybe a bit of a flirt
Dreamscapes glowing with passion
In places where no-one gets hurt
Then one day the cyber world crumbled
Our bodies demanded release
From the prison of self-preservation
Our kisses discovered love’s peace
Elegy for Nick
On the road in the white bubble
Moving on from the wake
Onward to Victoria
Duties as a Mum’n’Dad in one
Off with a darling daughter
To flirt with wedding dresses
Rituals condensing
Reflecting
The pace and manner of our time
New love back in town waiting
With promise of summer fun
My mate Nick’s left us behind
A gem of a man with a lilting smile
A tale on his tongue
And a pun on his mind
Mr Walker Unplugged
ghost who walks
woke
from his wasted daze
ripped out rusty sheds
with pain in his heart
shedding pounds
along with idle dreams
in the fellowship
of other drifting phantoms
learning
yearning
safe on an island
of day at a time
strength to recover
spirit aquiver
twinned with another
a glowing growing
healing woman
sparkling with youth
openly sharing
the poetry of love
Spoems
My sister said to me;
“Hughie, look what you’ve started.
Amateur poets spinning verses on the net,
A new kind of Spam – Spoems!”
