Poem for my Father

Parkinson's disease first visited Him Years ago. Yet he lives. Not always happily. Hardly easily. A challenging life prepared him For current trials. A life not without love. His loved Whom love him Hopefully sustain him Through With less pain. He endures As we all do Solitary moments. When one wonders How does the unwelcome …

Sometimes I

Feel like I'm Barely Holding together the Fragile scattered fragments Of my Pathetic unsuccessful life. Then I realise I'm not. That I don't want to. That neither do I want Anyone else to. I just want to be Free. But I'm not. Because the only true freedom is in Death. Which I long for even …

Orbital Desert

Don’t walk me to the water I’ll go there on my own. Come please but don’t falter Oh God how you have grown. Find in me a companion, dear A friend, lover and honest voice. I’ll love you day, week, month and year And our stars they will rejoice. Please be my tender satellite Whose …

Women

Women will find you In the dark Crying Shitting yourself Raking your face with your hands. They'll cup your chin Lift you up Dry your tears Clean your soul Allay all fear. Then disappear. A ghost Haunted by your mind. Not afraid. Oblivious. Forever again sought. But leaving only Pretty pictures Hung awry In memory.

Pleasure and Pain

It’s the pain I look forward to. Not consciously, of course, though There’s a small part of me, perhaps my inner-child Who knows, ironically in his most immature moments: ‘This pleasure will not last, no matter how much I milk it.' Like a fat cow, frustrated, I slit its throat. Drain its blood ‘til the …

Is New Zealand a significantly more progressive country than Australia?

by Christine Leigh Langtree https://www.quora.com/Is-New-Zealand-a-significantly-more-progressive-country-than-Australia/answer/Christine-Leigh-Langtree?share=921f68c6&srid=pDBWR Yes, in a nutshell.

Seasonal Solitude

Through the cracks in the awning It drips. Warm liquid, in a warm season. Rains flow through freshly cut Grass. Jettisoned by clouds Water separates us Like we’re marooned, segregated On suburban islands Amid a sea of inadequate Drainage. From the grip of a tepid summer Winter visits in the downpour As an early visitor …