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Monday, March 19, 2012

The lovers

Who are we

And are we equal

I’ve seen you a few times

Is there a sequel?


A woman has cares

A women has woes

Whilst her lover

Off he goes


What began

 in Ancient Greece

That a rose

A lover needs


Do we live in Victorian times

Where the women draw the blinds

No we don’t we live on-line

Where casual sex is all very fine


The yin and yang

A concubine

A whirlpool

A waste of time


Selfish creatures

Stalking the web

What use do they have

But to bring home some bread?


Cleaning the house

And baking biscuits

Isn't it your turn

To do the dishes?


Showing off

You think you're tough

But you fit me

like a glove


Confounded man

Has got me trapped

Taking my love

And not giving it back


While I spend hours

To work off the fat

Look in the mirror

An old woman stares back


If I could kiss you

Get to know you

Because Pandoras

box is open


So you're thinking

I could give you

your desire

Because it's the way, you are wired


While my face burns

In a blush of fire

On my knees

With you up higher


Lover please now

Go away

Theres more to life

Than sugar dates


There's roads

To freedom

There's places I go

That no-one knows


So lover please now

Let me be

Where I live

In chastity


In a wood

Down by a grove

Where the graceful

Horses trode


But there my lover

Comes to me

Where we hide

Amongst the trees


And doth take me violently

Whilst my flowers scatter

In the breeze

As we women, live to please


And after  sunset

 With the moon on the rise

 He tells me he's all out of time

And leaves me with some leftover wine


Then he doesn't call me on Valentines

Surfs into my room as if everything's fine

What on earth is wrong with their minds

That they dare commit these crimes?


And if by chance out in the woods

While he's hunting for the kill

I should give him such a look

He'll come again my lover will.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

White Hara

My Black soul
Nothingness
Perfectionism, conflict, ha!
Just a few moments
A few hours for me
Why couldn’t they see
What with all that ennui
That I just need peace
Like the Buddha needs the
Shade, of the holy fig tree.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Survival

Driving through the desert
In that beat up Peugeot
That had no aircon
We were patient
There was scenery rocks, shepherds
Avoiding the terrorists
Going places
Racing along quite well really
Trying to get to the Dead Sea
To the oasis
So Ori and I could show Mum
That place
And float
Have mud baths
Bath in the spring
Then going on to the red sea
Beaches, hotels
Going on to the pyramids
Camels, horses, Arabs.
The magnificent desert
With Bedouin, sparrows and leopards
Spanning Millions of years
of survival.