A War Vet on The Street


Why are you turned off by my body odour
Why do you despise me of self medicating
You look at me in your pretty dress
thinking that
I am some kind of a predator

We were no different than you pretty lot
We had hopes and dreams
We dressed to impress

You’ll never know the scam
we fell for
in the name of protecting
people like you
who are looking weak and weak indeed

War is the devil
He steals, lies and cheats
He gives false hopes
He shatters dreams
He ruins
He kills

Now you know the truth
Keep walking and go your pretty way
Leave me alone
I gotta get my next fix

粉蓝象征着生命
犹如出生的婴儿
踏着盐味的海浪
蔚蓝涌来新希望

深蓝是你的忧郁
来去匆匆无影踪
靛蓝色的星空下
月亮代表我的心

紫蓝是你的愤怒
未雨绸缪也不及
暴风骤雨的袭击
伤痕过后留郁蓝

“No Makeup” Makeup Look


He burst in laughter
watching her creating
a “no makeup” makeup look

He wanted to say
‘You look beautiful without
all these expensive bottles and palettes’

But the concentration on her face
the brushes moved with her skilled hand
He saw an enthusiastic girl in a craft studio
enjoying creative elaboration

The Great Escape

She packed two silk dresses
and
seven different red lipsticks
caught the midnight train
to Paris

The rhythm of train lulled her
to the memory of yesterdays

She was cut off from the world
that she once lived in vibrancy
by a pair of cruel hands clasped around her neck
deceiving her as a silk tie but deadly
Light went out of her in that luxurious villa
Her shadow ghost roamed among the Spanish antique furniture
and priceless artworks

She pressed her pale face
on the tan sandstone wall
longing for the sun to rescue her
She envied the robins sang freely in the midst of bluebells and primroses

The night was starless
But she saw Van Gogh’s cafe de nuit
and smelled the roses wrapped in newspaper
resting casually on the table
by a café allongé
The soft song of J’en connais
calling her home

* This poem was included in Wounds I Healed, published by EIF, edited by Gabriela Milton.

Pretty in White

Photo by Cassa Bassa

I thought
butterflies fell from the sky
resting on the tree branch
I reached out my hand to touch
their silk dresses
and realised they were blossoms
pretty in white

#Publication – The Poets Symphony (re-promotion)

The Poets Symphony
Verses, Melodies, and Lyrical Poems
Published by Raw Earth Ink in 2020
Available at Angus & Robertson, Dymocks, Amazon, Lulu

I have read this anthology again recently, and I feel it’s worth mentioning again. 💚

Neurotypical

Living Poetry word prompt – Abandon


She thinks black and white
She knows right or wrong
She is refreshing
when she speaks her mind
She is energising
when she speaks your mind
She is beautiful
when she dances with total abandon
She is light
when she faces the sun
singing to the birds

Table for Two

Six Sentence Story prompt word – Space


The sun prints on the floor to give a hint of time.
I have been sitting in the chill for longer than I realise.
The coffee has gone cold, and the froth has gone undone.
People perhaps grow tired of me watching them, they call the bill swiftly.
This table is meant to be bridging our hands together.
But with your absence, the space between us grows apart further and deeper.

Filter Perfect

I hold the habour in view
capture the soulless sun
refelcts off the careless blue
Her dreary face
filled with nostalgic remorse
I apply a filter to restore
her black and white heritage
Even a tear soaked face carries beauty

Clarke’s Point reserve, Hunters Hill,
by Cassa Bassa

Predestination

This is written based on Living Poetry word prompt – Race, machine, epigraph

The human race are not machines.
Grease and grime don’t feed us.
Electricity or coal don’t power us.
Carriage or container don’t move us.
We are flesh and blood bear sins.
There was epigraph written long before our birth.
We are of love, power and sound minds.