Heaven
Waterfall of air
Transforms reality
Blissful escape and inner peace
Dreamland
Author: Charlie Alford
This week, Melbourne
Mother must think its winter
She is heating up the house
Unleashing a wrath of rays
Summer has arrived, Melbourne.
Sweltering in the south land
Stifled within a furnace
Baking in an earth-like kiln
Hell hath arrived in Melbourne.
Beaten by a wall of heat
Weary from restless sleeping
Grouchy from public delays
Melting with you, our Melbourne.
Storming through the urban town
Flashing when things get too low
Igniting country bush lands
It’s a fiery time, Melbourne.
Torture comes in many forms
Extremes go beyond the graph
People are put to the test
It’s a tough week in Melbourne.
A road to love – Beatles-esque
Get Back
Paperback Writer
Yesterday
She loves you
All you need is love
Something
A hard day’s night
Can’t buy me love
Eight Days a week
I want to hold your hand
We can work it out
Let it be
Lady Madonna
Love me do
Ticket to Ride
From me to you
Long and Winding Road
Come Together
Penny Lane
I feel fine
*Inspired by a challenge I saw elsewhere on wordpress
Ollie
Little Ollie, so bubbly and bright
Eyes sparkling the summer light
running around with your tail so high
leaping through the air to catch a fly
and bouncing onto the garden chairs
to watch Jasper sleep beneath the stairs.
All you want to do is yap and play
although your tongue hangs out this hot day.
Little Ollie, as pure as the snow
here i am, and walking we will go.
A rose
Sunset
Sunday Evening
The Sandman comes home
Darkness cloaks the girl watching
Birds chase the sunset
Escaping a tired world
Tomorrow will start again
Magic
Understudied souls
Of a mortals universe
Hidden by rose eyes
The black cat yawns and smiles truth
Veiled in a fairytale.
Possibility
Through the sky a frog leaps out
Across a cascade
Words trickle into the sea
then rise up to the heavens
Undecided. It’s too hot.
Fingers dance on keys
Letters burn porcelain skin
Like hopping hot potatoes
Summer cooks short poets
The battle of tanka’s, stop.
There is Hope
The sky cries white tears
Skadi umbrellas the land
The forest freezes
Time will melt away her scars
Idun’s song is whispering.




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