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Of Rock and Roll   2 comments

Of rock ‘n’ roll

I didn’t know if
her rock ‘n’ roll
and mine were
playing to the same beat
but with the devil we danced

We moved

she was a little wiser
and her moves were a dream
the colours that she threw
they grew and grew the
whites and greens the ever blues

I didn’t know

that her rock ‘n’ roll
had more soul than mine
and that as we danced the years
our melody was fading
time was running away

We gazed at the world

I looked and saw the green of leaves
she looked deep and saw the rust within
I searched and saw the blue of ocean
she swam and drowned in the rubbish of man
I felt the soil beneath my feet

She cried

for still I could not see
that her rock ‘n’ roll and
mine were not together
I was singing Allegro, she Adagio
as slowly she was losing her mind

This daughter of earth

lava flowing through
the veins of her existence
and where once before
her waters had ran deep
now there was none to flow

As the music slowed

the dance became,
the dance became,
the dance became
a stumble, a jumble
of rock and waltz

And only then did I see

that rock ‘n’ roll,
the dance, that fever
we had shared was gone,
exploited by the human fate
of ever greed fuelled dreams

Where hindsight sees

I know her rock ‘n’ roll
and mine were now
dancing to a different beat
and our faded old sheet music
was destined for another dream

I loved her rock and roll,
her soul, her tattered heart
and dreams but now I see
this daughter of the earth
I …

I have nothing but her screams

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Posted 27/04/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

12 String Heart   Leave a comment

Posted 26/04/2013 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

12 String Heart   Leave a comment

12 String Heart

The strings from time past,
stretched his heart across
the shadows of the moon.

He knew it could not feel
but he felt that it could see.

The night ground its teeth.

This was not the first time.
This was the first time.
This was not the first time.

Love had come and gone
before. Or had it? The moon
held silence and would not speak.

With the sound of … the sound of
heart to beating heart
the moon drops fell.

This was not the first time.
This was the first time.
This was not the first time.

He glanced at her again, again
a glance, again; or was he
looking away instead.

Awkward was the stance he took,
portraying indifference did not
come easily to his heart.

This was not the first time.
This was the first time.
This was not the first time.

The moon had seen his love, yet
she had not. The moon.
Love. Why was this so hard?

His breathing now laboured, he
knew he had but less than 12
new moons to tell her of his love.

This would be the first time
This could be the last time
This would be the first time

I give you the strings of my heart
to play … to play … to play
He passed.

Posted 25/04/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

Part Time   Leave a comment

Part Time

Drive fast
Life without care
Speed blast

Influence
Of alcohol
No sense

Mother
Dead forever
Father

Posted 25/04/2013 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

Wednesday On The Plum Tree: The Brisbane Connection With Tony Mutton   Leave a comment

Dr Niamh On The Plum Tree

Drum roll…Dah Dah da Dahhhhhhh! Introducing the one and only Tony Mutton! 

Tony is a wonderful, quirky poet and friend to Plum Tree Books. I hope you enjoy hearing about his perspective on poetry and poets. Thank you, Tony for being our guest this week. You can find Tony and his poetry hanging out on his blog HERE.*****

It’s not just words that make great poetry…

By Tony Mutton

As a late comer to poetry and having written for only four years, I have questioned what it is that has enabled me to stay engaged and progress in the world of poetry.   I read a quote recently – “it’s not just words that make great poetry – its people.   I know some great people in Queensland”.  Oh wait – that was my quote.

Since joining the spoken and performance community in Brisbane 3 years ago, what has impressed me has been the generosity…

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Posted 24/04/2013 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

8 Steps   Leave a comment

8 Steps

I saw the anguish within his eyes
It was never just another Anzac Day
What memories did he carry

His arms carried the scars of nightmares
His mind was filled with an agony of loss
I saw the anguish within his eyes

He knew the sound of the chopper
All those years and here it was again
It was never just another Anzac Day

He had jumped and ran quickly
In 8 steps the chopper blew
What memories did he carry

Posted 23/04/2013 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

Briefly   Leave a comment

Love
E x p l o d e s
Hearts

Hate
D i m i n i s h e s
Lives

Touch
I n c r e a s e s
Pleasure

Passion
F u l f i l l s
Humanity

Posted 22/04/2013 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetry, Uncategorized

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