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Love - what does that word mean, what does it comprise? Do we always recognise it when faced with it? Do we value it when we ought to do so? Do we squander it when it is too easily given? Do we ever understand until it has left us and we are left to question - why? Why? Why? Does it ever leave us entirely - I don't believe so. Love is eternal, love bears all wrongs, love gives of itself until it has nothing more left to give and then..... love immolates and is..........gone. But then, what would I know?…

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PART 1: Seven poems that explore love.The sated wind doodles mischievouslyno longer the ravening raptor loosedthat scratched sharp claws to my unfettered glee.Now are you temperate, husky, obtuse. PART 2: Follows the tale of a persecuted dragon. Begins with 'Dragonish'.I am the girl who flies with hidden wings.I live where wings are deemed a luxury -hide that I may dream of dragonish thingsview all that comes to pass sulph-furiously.PART 3: Explores Penelope's quest to discover what has occurred to Odysseus. Begins with 'The Penelopiad'.Love, swear not on any constellationswear on Life for it will always prevailwhether here or some parallel travailit shall be, I swear, our consolation.…

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To all my dear friends.Those I loved but did not know, I did so.Those I let go because... well... I could no longer face your understanding.Those who let me go because... I could not help them.How could I?I could not help myself.You are still with me,you have simply stepped through the looking glass.I can see you,so clearly.I can feel yourcompassion.I love you so. I have never forgotten, I never shall. I have never truly let any of you go.…

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My life in Australia its trials, its rewards, its minutiae.…

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Barbed Wire reflects ironically (I hope) on the different roles of barbed wire - from its practical uses on a farm to the experiences of my father while he was incarcerated in a forced labour camp. It also questions how barbed wire might view itself.…

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Poetry based on my travels through Russia, Ukraine, Hungary, England and beyond.…

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Reflection on a wide universe.…

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WARNING:'There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.'…

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Questions posed to a terrorist. Hopefully they speak for themselves.…

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Celebrating the small moments in life that can easily be forgotten and yet when lived are the most magical and therefore well worth recording.From 'Sacred Cow':Gippsland spring seep into my skinmoments of osmosis, pixelateand photon in.From 'The Orange Tree' Don't pull them off, I instruct, roll.Rolling works with the inclination of the treeshe will give up herself more willingly.From 'Rosellas Gleaning'They bow heads, curl beaks under then draw up and back like fishermen winding in a catch.The analogy particularly apt because they nibble and chatter ceaselessly like prattling reels.…

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So this is Christmas And what have you done Another year over And a new one just begunJohn Lennon - So This Is Christmas Lyrics…

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"Alpine Wilderness" tries to capture the beauty, fragility and purity of an alpine wilderness before it is sullied by the arrival of snow hoons. There is a magic timeless quality to snow and ice and it is heart-breaking to find an untouched spot that fills your soul with joy, to strike out on your cross country skis your thoughts singing and find when you return towards evening that others have visited while you were skiing and broken, smashed, churned and rubbished a little piece of perfection.…

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Magic, mayhem, viciousness: childhood…

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Just written for a laugh ;)…

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Well, it's all @seasofme 's fault hmhmhm a challenge to write about a meaningful song ;)…

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Reflecting on the past and how difficult it is to grasp Truth and yes, I did fish for eels bare-handed in an attempt to feed my cats who were always hungry, especially when kittening. I and they got lucky sometimes.…