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I

soft silken pressure
lying against my body
warm moist inviting

II

delicate softness
enveloping enclosing
exquisite pleasure

III

shining greenery
flowers on the furniture
bodies twined in front

IV

breathing slowing down
exhausted bodies fulfilled
pleasure’s aftermath

V

release of tension
sign of the pair’s union
melding of being

VI

a chance meeting
a glance a look
eyes catching eyes
communicating much with no words needed
an exit
a drive
doors open and close
lights are on
though not too bright
some music perhaps
a drink
they sit they talk
hesitant at first
still unsure
although they are both there
for the same reason
then kisses 
short soft
followed by deeper more
passionate kisses as they embrace each other
hands touching each other’s bodies
as they slowly sensually
strip away clothing
exploring and observing
they move to a bed
now fully unclothed
hands and mouths caressing
all over as they 
give and receive pleasure
with their bodies

VII

one night of pleasure
creating by lack of care
weeks of constant pain

VIII

open hands spread out
both arms fully extended
pleading for some love

IX

do i want someone
purely for my own gain
my own comfort
or
am i prepared
to accept them
for who they are
and help realise their
wants
needs
comfort

do i know what i want
or is it
some impossible
mixture of qualities
that i want at different times
that can never
exist purely
in one person

can i stop
putting expectations
on everyone i meet
and just
accept
them
for who they are
without reservations

X

Eyes catching eyes
Hands searching hands
Lips touching lips

Arm feeling arm
Leg coiling leg
Tongue circling tongue

XI

Is the satisfaction
          the ecstacy

Worth the constant demands
          the exhaustion

XII

Two small rooms
     Gleaming metal
          Cold shiny surface

Varied size
     Holes in the wall
          A voyeur’s delight

Largest hole
     Used for nameless
          Faceless liaisons

Through the walls
     Hands and mouths give
          Perverted pleasure

XIII

XIV

Lash of the whip
Striking again
Holding leather
Wearing nothing
Red stripes appear
Crossing the flesh
The body writhes
In agony
Strapped to the bed
Vulnerable
Fully exposed
And yet strangely
Aroused erect
The whip is dropped
The body squirms
Held in suspense
Rigid hardness
Enters between
Flaming red cheeks
Agonised screams
Of pain and bliss
As spurts of white
Splash on the red
Pain for pleasure

XV

soft melodic phrases
arise from the instrument
that is perfect in its smooth rounded curves
the amazing juxtaposition of the
complexity and simplicity of both the instrument
and the beautiful music arising from it
it is joined by another instrument
in its search for a perfect expression
of the things it is trying to convey
an instrument that is hard and long without 
as much softness in the shape of its body
but precisely the correct instrument to be set
against the first instrument
different in many ways from it
but totally and fully compatible
as they grow accustomed to each other
the playing becomes more intense
and far more varied
at times the tempo is very quick
at times quite slow
the mood of the music also varying
finally arising to an intense unified climax
before gradually subsiding to stillness

XVI

if only tonight
tomorrow will seem empty
drained of all purpose

XVII

The glowing embers of the fire
Providing the only warmth in the cold empty house
The fire and soft music the only signs of life
In the house – empty except for one
Alone again gazing into the fire
Thinking of who
Or how
To help fill the house with warmth
With hope
With life

XVIII

Torn away
Before there was anything to tear

Split apart
Before we were even together

Why do I 
Feel drained shattered lost alone unloved

Why must it 
Hurt so much to lose something that I

Never had
How can I forget when there is so 

Little to 
Remember why should I long for what 

Never was
And what will now not ever happen

I heard you call my name
I do not know where from
Nor the reason for the call
But I heard you all the same

I heard you call to me
I must be mistaken
That you are no longer here
I cannot refuse to see

I heard you call once more
In tones so soft and sweet
Attracting my attention
I try so hard to ignore

I heard you call again
Just like you used to do
Forcing me to remember
The way that it was back then

I heard you call my name
But since that day long past
That you were lost forever
It can never be the same

She held his book so tightly in her hand
As she entered into the world within
The world bringing memories of her past
Memories that she would rather forget

She held his book so tightly in her hand
Her eyes transfixed by the yellow pages
Yellowed with age, a portion of her past
A past to remember and to forget

She held his book so tightly in her hand
Lost, thinking of whatever ways she knew
Ways to lose the memories of her past
As she tried desperately to forget

She held his book so tightly in her hand
Her hand that was now so cold, pale, rigid
Becoming like a statue of her past
Cold, hard, stonelike, in order to forget

I

haiku strong simple
complete poem in three lines
five seven and five

II

cheeky wattle bird
outside the grey brick building
playing unconcerned

III

red white blue and green
yellow and orange and black
oils on a canvas

IV

purple blue and grey
thrown together without thought
an artists’ nightmare

V

blue sky above me
below a concrete jungle
blending or clashing

VI

mist rolling away
normality returning
replacing stupor

VII

rapt concentration
the extraneous ignored
the artist at work

VIII

bubbling from beneath
filtering slowly upwards
churning the surface

IX

soaring high above
going where the wind takes it
free and unfettered

X

Just a change of state
or loss of vital essence
evaporation

XI

night following day
nightmares following daydreams
death following life

XII

G’day ‘ow are ya?
What ya doin’ tonight luv?
Same to you ya bitch.

XIII

Little black boxes
lying in discarded piles
waiting to be filled

XIV

One energy filled
One ready to fall asleep
Aftermath of love

XV

Thousands of fine strands
Woven together to make
A thing of beauty

XVI

The ticking of the clock
Reminding me that I
Live according to time

XVII

Breaking the silence
With painful intensity
Eerie haunting cry

XVIII

Angels and devils
Vampires spirits and wizards
Mythic existence

XIX

Precise dogmatic
Highly opinionated
Officious bastard

XX

Fitting together
With absolute precision
So compatible

XXI

Logic emotion
Existing together or
Forever apart

XXII

Flowers on the wall
Distractedly merging with
Designs on the floor

XXIII

How incredible
To find that what was a dream
Has become a fact

XXIV

Corners compartments
Forced into their own niches
A pattern of life

Stretching unto the horizon
Disappearing from view
Spreading out in all directions
Lush, green manicured fields

Saplings growing daily stronger
Springing from seeds they grew
Developing shades of silver
Shading the sun washed fields

Bursting out of the fertile earth
Flowers of gold and blue
Daffodils and violets give birth
To multi coloured fields

The lovers washed by golden rays
Their bond so strong and new
Relaxing in a cocaine haze
After sex in the fields

Laid in even spaced lines and rows
For what they thought was true
The young men take their last repose
Under the white crossed fields

I

then suddenly i was falling
plummeting down into enormous depths
of nothingness
the fall seemed endless
becoming merely a void
no sound
no feeling
no light
no pain
no sensation at all
no time
for time too was left behind on the surface

II

waking I regret
dreams are nothing they cannot 
hurt me anymore 
but the daytime with its old 
and new terrors dumps
me in continual hell
until no longer
can I bear the suffering
in dreams is safety
the pain is held at bay by the 
distance given by dreaming

III

fortune and fame come to greet me
i am lost and alone
in a wilderness of lies
but time and space 
are not only to be blamed
but also the everchanging
fear that comes with the dark
or with the unknown things
that haunt us forever
hounding us until at last
they go
drowned in a sea of darkness
of blood and fire

IV

Dreams twist into nightmares
Nightmares force upon the light of day
The day turns into nightmare experience
Silken threads of dreams
Become heavy ropes that bind

V

And so I wait 
and dream and hope
wait even when 
there seems no hope 
in waiting

VI

I
dreamt of
a crystal
a red crystal
shattering apart
into a thousand flakes
sharp needle pointed slivers
scattered over the ground
slicing everything
then melts away
leaving thick
blood red
sap

VII

And so it goes on
From day to day
Sleep to waking
Confusion
Uncertainty
Pain
Cold
Dull
Grey and lifeless

VIII

I 
discover
the perfect partner
magnificent in all ways
quintessential, consummate, ideal

and
then
I
wake
up

IX

Although I have developed 
an immunity
to the pain from dreams
so that they cannot hurt me 
anymore there is no real 
satisfaction in 
dreaming it is in 
some ways worse when the dreams are 
good as eventually 
I have to return 
to reality
returning to realise 
these things I have dreamt are not 
likely to happen to me 
ever

X

Reality 
pain, fear, boredom
these things are real for me
not success or pleasure

Everytime I 
return from dreams 
into reality
the injuries are worse

XI

And so 
I dream
And wake
To face reality 
For another day
Trying to find ways 
To help me
If not enjoy life
Then at least 
Endure it
And to make the attempt
To lessen the pain 
And heartbreak
That life is 
For me at least

XII

For 
I am
I become
another person
another persona
in a new situation

I
create
something grand
out of nothing
hallucination

Find
new strength
coming from
a delusion

See
my thoughts
unravel

Dreams
become

Lies

I am a child
I was once happy
I don’t understand
I loved my Daddy
I do not want this
I scream silently

I start again

I am a girl
I use any drugs
I search for more sex
I buy the first one
I find the second
I scream, agonised

I start again

I am a wife
I try to accept
I attempt to please
I am not in love
I avoid his touch
I scream futilely

I look for a means
I want an end

Innocence of childhood
Waiting . . . waiting with fear
Of what will happen
Dreading those terrible words
Daddy’s home
And what comes after

             I start again  

Dingy bars, street corners
All of the men alike
Each experience
Echoes those terrible words
Daddy’s home
And what came after

             I start again  

Wedding vows, pure white dress
Could it be different
Again what happens
Mirror those terrible words
Daddy’s home
It still comes after

             I start again

loneliness
though painful
can be borne
it is something
that is constant

rejection
is harder
different
resultant pain
something to fear

loneliness
easier 
to cope with
than the risk of
the rejection

I

A collection of words
Representing
Ideas and Images

Sometimes reflecting me
More often not
Inspired by others

Misinterpretation
Adding meanings
That are not really there

Placing expectations
That a poem
Reflects the poet’s life

II

Fragments
coming from
who knows where
going into
my mind and then
off again
to someplace else

Fragments
of a conversation
skipping around
in my mind
an unfinished dance
ballet of words
meaning what

Fragments
of music
too scattered
broken up
to recognise
as a coherent
complete entity

Fragments
thoughts
of love, hate
whirlpool
of images
faces
I don’t know

III

distorted picture
seeming two-dimensional
a cardboard cut-out
the perfection of the day
making an unreal image

IV

My
Poems
Reflecting
Influences
From what impinges
Upon all my senses
What I hear taste touch see smell
Not always from experience
Or reflecting my beliefs
My opinions my life
Dispassionately
Objectively
Portraying
Unknown
Lives

V

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Perverted inventions
Incomplete imagery
Icons of misrepresentation

Pictures of distortion
Portraying slivers of 
The stratum of actuality 

VI

VII

lights
flickering
in the darkness
my mind

from
thought
to thought altering
constantly

images
flash
through and are gone
vanished

lost
somewhere
for ever
unless my mind

can retrieve them
call them back
my fears 
hopes

reality
all
occur
within the 

flickering thoughts
then one by 
one the 
lights

go out

Black
Boxes

Empty
Boxes

Filled
Boxes

Dark
Boxes

Large
Boxes

Small
Boxes

Stacked
Boxes

Piled
Boxes

Useful
Boxes

Useless
Boxes

Harmful
Boxes

Dangerous
Boxes

Chaotic
Boxes

Peaceful
Boxes

Relaxing
Boxes

Unusual
Boxes

Unexpected
Boxes

Surprising
Boxes

White
Boxes