There are two I's in Origami

the origami Of I
written on paper
I fold myself
inside out
till i am no more a muse
a poem
or haiku
rubbish
I am picked up
a one night stand
by the wind
and just as I cling
Im let go
curled like a leaf
I am
falling
from the tree
that once held me
made no promises
to keep me
I am origami
I am paper thin
I cut sharp
and you bleed
my words out
like there is
no tomorrow
I am me
a piece of poetry
that neither rhymes
or for some
has rind
but I am amused
by all my origami art
made without paper
but folded
none the less
with words

Full Moon Rising

Against your night
my skin so pale
this cold wind
bitter spiteful
jealous wind
finds its way
inside me

Between the spaces
of my cage
my heart
a fallen moon
pale
frozen
only the dark side
of me knows you
my night
and begs you now

Swallow me whole
into your darkness
let me feel
your velvet heart
beating
against my cage

Break this spell
that stole my heart
and froze it
for eternity
let the dark syrup of your eyes
fill my veins

You are my blood line
my first breath
my first taste
my velvet night

As I reach out
into your darkness
I feel your pulse
charging my heart
You fill me with life
So that I am
Rising
Full Moon
once again
to turn the tides
for lovers hearts
will be mine tonight

The Only Cuttlefish Left Are Sepia

an album of cuttlefish
a life before hers
all in sepia
a past of strangers
staring motionless
she turns the page
that freezes before her
then like an ink stain
the reddish brown spills a screen saver
in memory
fluid of the past
falling before her eyes
sadness
a black veil of grief
dipped in a nothingness of madness and disbelief
as dolphins and whales are disappearing
now extinct
the cuttlefish,
their ink
this, was their defence?
not enough to save their species
from the one hand that filled a fountain
to pen their trust
humanity

now turn the page
nothing blooms of colour
their only memories left
like the cuttlefish
a photograph browned
in a sepia sea
a dolphin a whale
and
a
bee

Three Quiet Poems

The Python Sea

I love the trees
with its twigs that nest
the harmonic sounds
of a magpies cry
from stark white gums
beneath a chameleon sky
the sunsets
with slight burnt colours of rusty
corrugated roofs
Light glares at those who dare
to stare
as it bares itself naked
swallowed
slowly
the sun melts
into the wet mouth
of a python sea

Moon Love

bonfire sparks of light
reflect across the fall of night
prisms of starlight
blink in and out
as the moon lies
in sensuous curve
for lovers eyes

A New Day

pink ribbons of blossom
tie the knots of green buds with bows
petaled in curls of sunlight
splashes of play fill
puddled shadows
the sounds of kookaburra laughter
pegs the morning on a line of fresh day
blowing without a care
an electricity of breeze
blows the blue sky
into a new day

Dedicated to the #CatholicChurch Moms the Word

Everyday I dig a little deeper
Insane now for the pain
I let it spill out
with no care about the mess
I was so particular
about the slightest flaw

my secrets lived alone with me
myself
and I
To be so alone
to live so lonely
so angry
sealed with a permanent smile

is a distance
that can never be reach
there is nothing here
in this secret place
barred with razor wired teeth
Points and frowns
where nightmares are made of brand new days
where nights are a burial of fear

There is no safe
there is no place
for this is not a memory
a photo of keepsake
a past to look back on
a shared happening in history
a party breaker
a conversation maker

This is a place called shame
this is my name
I am to remove myself from society
place myself as the garbage I am
and at no cost involve myself with life
I gave up these rights when I gave birth to life

   and don't I ever dare to think of indulging myself
with grandeur ideas
of thinking I could even possibly be forgiven
for committing such an immoral act
young single and pregnant
SLAP   GOOD GOD GIRL WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!
Oh thats right You don't think do you
Your trash dumb stupid bad simpleminded slut
                 all That can be forgiven
but YOU  You  and YOU
Pregnant.... single No family
No no no
Mothers do not
                     are not
made of such beginnings

For me the force of my pregnancy and for many
         was the beginning of my end
all over within seconds with my No meaning Yes
An alcoholic beverage
filled with drugs for leverage
was the daddy long legs
a spider that decided my fate
No meant Yes
Terrified
was asking for more
I
cried
were tears of Joy
After which wrapped in his web
kept for a undetermined time
where i escaped
and begged and begged and begged
for help
as my belly
got to big for my belt
I was ignored
and ignored
and ignored

until I gave birth
and the clucky nuns
who had a list of good moms
paid visit to the farms
where
moms to breed
were left in rooms
with signs stating
Isolation Do Not Enter Diseases
New moms who had no families
homeless fearful vulnerable
first timers  mothers
with no where to go .....

this is the place and the time
for many

for some who escaped
we were finally caught
there must have been a silent nod
that it was only a matter of time
we would be found

Trickery manipulation of situations
would be used to the max
to pry from clinging arms
the gold bar of life
the child

There is no way no thing no say
that can erase the loss the grief
of a child that is taken away

Within your body and mind
the power and control
grinds it way throughout
your day and nights
                                                    and you dare not move
                                                    not a thought is removed
                                                    You stay for the rest of your life
                                                    In that day that year that time
                                                    that your chid your baby was taken

By You Society You the Nurses the Doctors the Police the Welfare
Your System Your G0d the all Mighty Catholicism of Godly deeds Moral Justly and Right
Set to be the authority on Care of life
whats good whats wrong whats right

Before you existed my own blood
had stained my families snow white sheet
By five
I was named
Little bitch
so easy for you
wasn't it Sister Mary Merry Nun
you knew of this seed
and did nothing to stop the growth
you kept on sowing
the misery the abuse violence the naive the vulnerable minds of life

My shame
           you said
should never be said
You stole my child
and threw me out
 trash
you said
             Moms the word
you be silent or your child will be hurt

               and now
Look at me
the adult I am
thinking now
I have these rights
but where and how and what to...
God only knows
after what shame
                   and secrets do
right ...


what rules apply I wonder
wen having to be your own psych
for no one not even God has made contact
since you announced that what you did was wrong
that You are
                                                                                     Sorry .........

I take another stab at getting my head around your sorry
and what this means
am I allowed to say
I am a mother now
or was a mother
Is ?
my child an adult now
    this child of mine
has been abused and shamed too
how could you
and your sorry
and
that one Hurts
I've not looked at this
since
you stole from me

did they the sorry ones think about all this
when
      they said sorry
did they think
about all those burials
mothers burying their babies
births alive in their minds
All the Lies and secrets told
to a world of life
the self denial
when asked if a mother
what to say No No No I am shame shit and lame
I cant tell anyone that i am a mother
am I
what I am

Did you give thought to what we say now
to the world ?

as nuns you were allowed to keep your habit
just change the cosmetics
blend in with life
wear sneakers sunnies and hats
that slide across your lying eyes
so nobody can tell
you apart from hell

Now Im in hell
on earth
this very moment
Im looking at a multitude of
ways to get my head around
your sorry
your flakey blakey sorry
fuck you
you liar
pants on fire
I never grew up
you stunted my growth
your a cancer without
the fag
Oh fag lets talk about fags
you have done your fucking best there too
haven't you Oh Catholic Mighty One
No God would steal the child from the mother
you Mother fuckers
you fucking cunts of habit
you poofta bashed your sermons
used a brainwash of hell and shame
with the vulnerable and gentle
You made our names a stain

You gave us no choice
with your gangs of bent morals
To believe
I was bad
a disease
fit for no life
I have hid in the shadows
fearing motherhood relationship friends career love life god ME
I fear Me

When you stole my child
you stole my soul
my spirit died
committed suicide
and
your
sorry 

In The Bloom is as fragile to a breeze as a touch is to me: I Am ..not what you paint

In The Bloom is as fragile to a breeze as a touch is to me: I Am ..not what you paint: Im small when im with you so tall when alone Im shy when im with you a force to be reckoned with alone In crowds I have wings I am soc...

The Blooms of Two Poems

The Birth of Tomorrow

Above
 epileptic blue

The mouth of the sky
                             opens
                 Out to a flow of white clouds
drifting
       our mind
              dreams
                         the pregnancy of a new day
 falling
            like a soft rain
we hold on
      to the embryo
                of  tomorrow
                                     with new hope

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A Lemon Scented Night


A lemon scented night
for a quarter of a moon
priceless treasures
my first perfume
kindles within memories
of
sun bleached and tangled
hair
peeling nose burning bright
like a rudolph light
Christmas trees and houses
all alight like a bonfire
electricity and excitement
the crackling of the air

Seaweed green and slimy beards
hanging off our chins
like a volcanic eruption
laughter flowed
like lava
from deep down
in our bellies
Our legs would feel like jelly

Sand warm and soft
between the toes
castles buckets spades and motes

walks along cliff tops
singing songs
talking to yourself
to a friend
imaginary
or reel riel real
       or not
Our child hood became
           part of the scenery
we were
oblivious to the world

blackberries cooking in a pot of sun
we would all squeal Yum!
with mouths pouting
purple bruising pose
stuff our bellies
and head for home

on the way
looking for shells
we knew which ones were best
we could just tell
cuttle fish for blue
still learning to say
I love you ~ I love you

Long white sheets
who's a scary ghost
riding push bikes
really really fast
climbing up the gum trees
smoking cigarettes
hanging upside down
so the world
looked like one big frown
iced buns
and mums call
don't fall
riding He's a Giant
Ten Hands
Stallion Tall
bareback
no fear at all
and
a lemon scented night

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I Am

Im small when im with you
so tall when alone
Im shy when im with you
a force to be reckoned with
alone
In crowds I have wings
I am social
a butterfly
who is
resting
like the branch of a tree
I am generous
in my give
and take
between
I can ease the separation
of the punch
line up
for all your calls
a meaning
that does not make you
feel
small
so
please
be
kind
in
your
blind
efforts
to
act
respect
if
you
haven't
got
the
effort
dont
pretend
effortlessly
the practice
of philosophy
because
I
am more
and less
than
any words you
use
To compare
my words
with
I
am

The Snow Job

The blazing sun
startles the land
like a loaded gun
but not even in such glare
could you see past the surface
to the depths
of this tragic despair

This land that had once been alive
now bares the ivory white teeth of gums
like a rape
its blood clotted dry
These old ghosts
line up under the hot sun
like witness
to the nakedness
of the snow job
cruel hands in white gloves

The cold winds at night
howl the terrifying sounds
of stolen generations
Their souls stud a sea of unknown darkness
waiting like an outcast
in this rain of stripped color and skin
animals find there grief filled hunger
fed like a cover job
to the rusted sands

If you stop to listen
sound has no echo here
all that was
and ever is
and will be
has been suspended
in mid air
imagine then if you will
the mother and the child
being torn apart
In the middle of nowhere
where fishermen
use lines of lies to hook
and steal
from the deep
the dreaming time

Three short poems ... I ~ Am ~ Me

Poem 1. I
When you couldn't be the one I adored
                 I became that lie
   I grew my mask
Crawled into your illusion
     Naked
my social wings
            already explored and torn

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Poem 2. Am

always a little late
even on the turn
their is nothing right
or wrong
or more
my naked illusions have been shattered
Im just a reflection passing by

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Poem 3. Me

I am just a breath away
I look at you
my affection disappears
your memory next to me
I keep it close enough
don't I
This memory of me

I am just a breath away
I remember eyes wide open
You watching me watching you
your memory next to me

Yet I cant remember this me
I see a me of reflections
in every mirror I see
parts of me
reflected yet
I don't recognize this me

I am just a breath away from me
                                             Yet
I don't recognize
who
is
this
me