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Connoisseur of Kisses (A Birthday Poem)

The lady is waiting for truth to be found
As all her sentiments stumble around
Like a little tin soldier beats his little tin drum, Her heart palpitates to the heat from his sun

Sometimes she lights her birthday cake
And she waits…and she waits, for pity’s sake
Sometimes she throws homemade bread in the lake
The swans turn their grace in disgust with distaste
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Australia’s Most Beautiful Woman

Moi Yoi Miller (350_x_545)

MAGICAL: Moi-Yo Miller

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BEST WISHES | Get Well Viola!

 Sick Pumpkin
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POETRY | Marigold Meadows

Marigold Meadow

Let the summer flow
through marigold meadows
And let the flowers glow

Let their petals
Illuminate like
starry windows

Like honeyed halos
Over marigold meadows
Where the lovers go

Where they tread ever so slow
Through the parquetry nettles
Of dandelion gold

They lay their heads on the beds
of the heather that highlights
the show and the marigolds
grow; and there they tender
their loves regrowth as the
zephyr blows; and there they
sparkle as they sow their hearts to
the ether of their shimmering afterglow

In marigold meadows
Where the maggots fester
far below

BEE Stings | Spring in Sydney

60s-beehive-hairdo

It is almost spring
The bees sting incessantly
They zap apart the wounded heart
And prick like friendships torn apart

Their victims are helpless
Their victims are hopeless
They don’t mean anything
They are rather harmless
and they apologise for their inconsistence

But if the blossoms did not flourish
And the garden did not bloom
There’d be no life here to garnish
There’d be no life here to groom

And if the bees did not swarm and
the bees did not sting
There’d be feelings of defiance
In every living thing

Sometimes the bees sting the life right out of me
And for that, I am sorry

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POETRY | Ladybird Curse

The ladybirds rehearse in the garden of the menagerie
Reciting their verse; the precursor for matrimony
Little lady ladybirds emerging in swarms
From pupae and larvae to face their new dawn

The ladybirds converse, excited yet scared
Winking with pleasure from the tales they have heard
Anticipating leisure from fables since shared
The ladybirds weather the storm quite prepared
Ladybird
Colourful creatures; so gentle in flight
The ladybirds nest on lustrous foliage this night
Yet be warned that patience eventually wears thin
When ladybirds are cannibals and you are their sin!
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Snips and Snails

Where lies the beauty this solemnest night
That sparkles like marbles by graceful light
That whispers sweet nothings with deepest insight
Oh, when will the beauty of passion delight?
Icarus in bronze
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