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Decision Bell

The winds have left us, here in a lull,
that makes the native ghosts audible
in their groans

There is an office, aloof somewhere
shaking hands, with barely
tactile strength to hold the promised pen

Less sway, in the hurricane corridor of power,
they decide today-
which manipulated, manicured monsters

Will tend to our flocking fears,
which charcoal suit, the colour of burnt gum
will leave us in the paling townships

The prisoners of sun bleached fences
encircling those hidden hardships
tightening, each generation, by degrees

Into a slavery of believing
that the faceless men even know
we’re here, singing in the wind, I doubt

When it rings out clear, that imagined bell,
nothing could be duller, for those
outside the enclave of entitlement

And if, the new king appears at the concrete balcony,
what will change, what will we see?
A flourish of hope in the normal skein of humanity

A small Zephyr of relief, throughout the populace perhaps.
before Tuesday comes and, the voices rage, then retreat,
slowly, week by week, it dawns on us

The only change is the face on the leaflets, littering the floor,
as we look at that sweltering paddock and swear
we hear the bells ringing in some great church

Far off, a long distance north of the coastal shelf
it calls on some dry faith in us,
It’s here, and I sing it to myself:

The cliffs crumble year on year, slowly
retreating, like our fears, of those implacable
liars, that we replace like children

On the pivot of the seesaw, fearing a fall,
with half-truths, soothsayers, and others
who come like Doctors to call, the saviours of us all.

Style / type: 
Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words: 
A rumination - on the remoteness of politics, and those "high offices" from which the parliamentarians gaze down on us, and seem to know the best thing for us – the simple electorate. Was written in the stinging light of current events in Australian politics, and the failed opportunity to move past our current "glorious leader".
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and sadly, the old king appeared on the balcony - pretending to be contrite - pretending to have learnt his lesson
well all I can say, is the subjects are maybe a little wiser,
and maybe, if it goes to the polls, those idiots that thought he would be sooooo great will see the ways of their errors and 'forever live in fear' of ever trusting him again

a thought - do you really think you need the after words
i think everyone would know the subtext here
lol - the whole world has been laughing at us (mostly him - but us for having elected him) and I'm sure they have followed this drama with their news stories...

love this
a really good write
love judy

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Today I am sad that the world is mainly run by smart crooks.
This era will be deemed a dark age of abuse and deceit, with countries leaders showing us in a blatant way that they are near above the law as can be.
Here in the UK it has stepped back into the dark places man is now brainwashed by gadgets, talking now seems obsolete sitting around a table for a meal has gone, it would spoil a brainwashing TV programme or ruin the game on the children's consul.
We here have Expense's scandal's tax avoidance and child grooming 1400 that we know of .
It never stops even our children from orphanages were sent to Australia in the 60's to be misused, all endorsed by the suited rulers of our country.
The rich ones have taken all the money out of the country, they pay less tax now, if any at all, and then they turn round and put the squeeze on the poor saying it has to be done to correct the fault of the banks a few years ago when they took the money themselves.
There is no solution to this problem under the present world control, they will soon find a new way to keep us in check and fleece the poor.
Great write young man, keep it up and try to detach yourself from those people and their ways,
Yours Ian

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It's a shame that the subject matter is dark, but then if we don't express it in some positive way.. I hear what you're saying about the old mother country (I'm from Edinburgh originally, then grew up in Newark on Trent) - it's sad to see the bad elements taking a foothold. Then again, some stone are better upturned and turfed seaward! We should be seeking out the corrupt and exposing it for what it is. I do sincerely hope, and believe that there are enough clear headed young people out there, to see what's become of our resource dependent and heavily burdened world. one day perhaps, the tide will turn.
There was a great song, that I dearly love, by an Irish/Scottish folk/pop band (The Waterboys) - and the song is called 'Old England' - and it's proof positive that things have changed, a long time now, I defy anyone to listen to that and not be moved to tears! I know you may not be a technological adherent by the sounds of your post ;) - but I find Spotify, despite it's annoying advertsvery useful for digging up old tunes - should check it out:

Half the reason we moved down here!
Take care mate

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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