To my parents I give crazy "props"
for putting up with me,

they provided great examples
which gave me integrity.

I also thank my siblings
for when push came down to shove,

they made me a better person
each combining to teach me, love;

and from then on I was willing
to share myself with all my friends,

giving me true substance
instead of following the trends;

which made all the difference
in the way I shared my heart,

Birth of a dream,
Creation of imagination,
Humanity in calm unity,
Progress of a man and his dream,
And the whole wide world to live free,

Islands forged by great nations,
And it all began on the foundation of an idea,
A plan,
A thought,
A dream,

Poets go to line the streets,
To take a mental picture of the scene,
And to put it all in words,
To put it all in actions,
To put it in peoples imagination,

Coles doesn't stock spinach anymore
sometimes you can find it in the cans
but it doesn't come in bunches

I don't know what a spinach plant looks like
so I'd Google it

***

I want to find out what finding out is
where's the screws on my iPod?
my mobile?

how do you use a thesaurus?
I know it's not alphabetised like a dictionary
isn't there a search tab?

***

I can't remember what a stone looks like
in my hands, touching me

There's a humbling sound
at 21 knots,
this voice
powerful,
and frightening.

I can hear,
but can't see anyone.
Human words are not sufficient
to even describe it.

I lost the ability to discern it
at Babel's folly,
when I learned the vice of pride.

But in this dark place,
this no place,
and this every place
it is thunderous and piercing
if I just turn my ear into it
12 stories up,
winnowing into sinew,
between joint and marrow
in this deep place.

On a darkly shadowed tarmac
with a night color to match
and a brisk-like chill that tenses up my hair,

my shadow's dallying behind me
then at times, way up ahead
attempting, quite on purpose to give myself a "scare".

Off in the dim lit distance
towards the direction of night's breeze
muted sounds I can't decipher tend to drone,

I'm uneasy with the quiet
indignation in night's eyes
and the way it makes me feel I'm not alone.

With a robust smell that fills the air,
Better than coffee any day, anywhere.
The smooth flowing flavor when bitten,
Oh honey, I'm smitten .
For Chocolate.

The white chocolate so mild and sweet,
Different from the others how neat.
A subtle hint of cocoa bean,
Without being really rich and lean.

i hate your cold feet
you always did wear your socks to bed
and i never knew what it meant
until it was too late

and now you're gone.

something was always between us,
your arms were shirtsleeves
the top of your head
always had a hat on it
your lipstick and makeup
left a bad taste in my mouth
your neck was wrapped in a scarf
your shoulder was iced
and there was no good place to place a kiss.
your fingers were just numb
your touch couldn't feel
and always bitter sweet.

You took me to the dreamland as
‘little boy’ skipped like a stone
a thousand of them, a shower of stars
dam busters;
I had a headache as if my skull
had fallen off the bus, grazed her knees
on the concrete with daisies
bamboozling through the cracks of the pavement –
I leapt over them
because I read too much A. A. Milne in my childhood.

Just beyond the end of autumn
I hear the winter's call
and he arrives to slay the leaves
which, stubborn, clung through fall.

The land once green and full of life
has now grown cold and sere
and harvest's colors once so rife
no longer are seen here.

As white and silver coat descends
to cover silent land
the air once cool, turns frigid, clear
and quietens all at hand.

Cradled arms of my solitude
where heartfelt dreams cease to exist,
and the shadows run away from their own selves;

the brass ring becomes elusive
I can't even make a fist!
Plus, I worry just how deep a longing delves.

Pay no attention to my tears of late
let my sorrows wash away,
every trace of sadness staining my own cheeks;

I'd prefer not bring you sorrow
even for one single day
let alone how you'd feel after several weeks.