Saturday, 28 September 2013

Suburban life - crisis what crisis? Life is what you make it!

Views in Verse - on opportunities.


Suburban life - crisis what crisis? Life is what you make it!

 

Life in the slow lane


I was shopping at Coles
as my story begins
The usual line
a trolley full of things

Waiting my turn
Way back in the queue
With my mind in neutral
as you so often do

When a word from 'Fi'
changed my life
That sees me now
With a brand new wife...
And yes a new family to boot

But it wasn't long before this
Cindy left me
Feeling alone and very empty
With little else in life
than my beloved teenagers three

(Optional Chorus)
Singing, live life as you take it
Take life as it goes
Cos no matter what you're facing
Everyday is gonna go
Better days are waiting for you
Just you wait and see
Turn around you'll find me waiting
Come a come a long with me!

Back to Coles
and the day I met Fi'
Who grabbed
the chance to charm me
On a whim and an offer
she found too hard to resist

She knew of a deal in the adjoining cafe
Where you get a free coffee
and the cake of the day
All we needed do
was rock on in and join the fun


But wait again...
None of this happened right to plan...
In fact ...we gulped our drinks
and scoffed our flan
Both a little preoccupied
with each new day
and the crisis that it brings...

As it turned out
we hadn't spoken at all
When Fi told me about her
'bluebird call'
that had come from our trip
to the Café Amor that day

They entered our names
in a lucky draw too
For a prize by Terry
the travel guru
'Life in the slow lane
- a tropical cruise' for two!"

In truth it was a bit awkward
for Fi and me
Several months had gone by
without a chance to meet
or even chat about
a planned night out together

But look...
we opted to go
and consider it all
Back to our cafe
and a chance to jaw on
whether we were ready
to sail away and party
like two 'old friends'

But hey we thought
...why say no?
What's the risk
 ...friends said go!
And so we went
with best wishes
from all of our kids as well

Fi as it turns out also has three...
But would take the ten days
with me
to test the whim she had
when she
grabbed me by the arm
that day...

As things go
...we fell silly in love
Under the sea cruise stars above
We told the kids that week
and really just
couldn't wait to wed

They met us there
in Nandi town
Where we quickly
got on down
to planning the best damn wedding
that there has ever been...

 And so it was!

These days...
we still support the local shops
And share a big trolley
and coffee 'opps'
While our kids
are warming to each other more
with every passing day

We also share
a brand new house
Our cats and dogs
they scuttle about
Like the rest of us here
on this wild, wild ride...
such is this
...our brave new family

So ...we all seem to be fitting in
And Fi and me could only but grin
on how it all came to be
after almost missing our chance
on starting over again

One day we were just
struggling along...
the next thing we are
growing strong
...now in Rome
celebrating the anniversary

But for this trip
we surely have paid
our now mate Terry,
a master of his trade;
sees us in Paris too
for little more money
it seems

With a 'rental car'
Thrown in for free
Such great luck really
have we
It promises a great life ahead
for Fi, ...the family ...and me!!'


Sent from my iPhone - Grahame J Flynn

Friday, 27 September 2013

Life is fast - it is hard to find times, any times ...where tranquillity is even a remote possibility


Views in verse - on tranquillity.


Life is fast - it is hard to find times, any times ...where peace is even a remote possibility
But there are times ...very rare times ...where quiescence dwells

Quiescence


The moment is nigh
to lay me down
surrender to the call
Moonlight falls
across of the sheets
the drapes touch closed as I fall

In the dark
you await me there
You with your
gentle allure
You... you... ever willing
You... with your senses pure

A loving period 
of tender embrace;
soft breathing soon returns
Then ...only then
Both resting as one
The quietest time of all

Grahame J Flynn 7/9/13 - from my Ipad

Saturday, 14 September 2013

The 60's brought us many things...

Views in verse - on trends.


The 60's brought us many things...
...and changed everything.

Fashion and music often imitate a period ...as indeed the politics of the time. As it should be ...all intertwined.


Freedom's Child


I see you getting about campus
My eyes seem to follow you
As you caste out smiles to all around
'in train' your captive crew

Somehow today I caught you alone
Your presence just drew me there
Up close you enchanted me more
With that flower...
at rest in your hair

Then you tell me you're
a 'freedom child' ...
There's karma in all you view
How you get a little lost on
serious stuff
Not looking for a partner true

You say you see yourself
in a perfumed garden
With nature as your best friend
Growing wild
Just giving
No 'one' man ...your favours lend

Seems to me you're just history girl
Letting 'free love'
be your charm
Hey ...I thought that kinda died
With the hippies child
In the rain on Yazgurr's farm

In truth ...you see yourself as
the hottest thing going...
 with a heart that can't be true
But hey...
Watch this Cuban heat seekin' missile babe
Cos I'm aimin' it ...right ...at you
( Yes I am)


Grahame Flynn - Sent from my iPad

How many chances do we get in life to become who we really want to be...

Views in Verse - on courage.


How many chances do we get in life to become who we really want to be...

but how hard is it to surrender the life we know to take that desired step?


The path not taken


I came to this place
To escape a life
That seemed to have me in chains
My work too
A constantly evolving source of
Tiredness, stress & strain

She shook my life
To my surprise
One year to this very day
She touched me deeply
Right to my soulI
In a wild and untamed way

Dark skin against the sun
She spoke to me
Through her hands
In rhythm and rhyme
With her place in time
Amongst those golden sands

Dancing in the dunes past midnight
Playing all day in the sea
Deep in her eyes was a story in time
A brave new world to me

She spun me willing
In that web
For five amazing days
She showed
How simple life can be
With her culture and her ways

When the time had come
For me to leave
I just up'd and walked away
And  why
I didn't write or call
I don't know to this day

Dancing in the dunes till midnight
And dreaming the hours away
Brought to me an inner peace
Not known up to those days

Her visage against the sun
My thoughts I can 't allay
I toss and turn in bed at night
My mind it tricks and plays

Lying in the dunes till morning
Night breezes on bodies bare
And feeling yes somehow feeling
That she would always always be there

So ...
Will I go to her again
Or am I made to pay?
For failing to do
That something new
With the path not taken that day


Forwarded from my Iphone - Grahame J Flynn



How easily can the hunter become the prey?

Views in Verse - on predators.


We go through life thinking we live life on our terms - especially where ego can cloud our judgement. But how easily can the hunter become the prey?

Big Ball Baby


I stood on my own after a long day's work
Each shot tasting better than the last
The bar was noisy and the band was loud
my time for staying near past
Yes my time for staying past

Then from out of nowhere
she came to me
and just kind of took me along
Her body was lean her lines were clean
Just as the band played this mad song
and as the whole crowd sang along

Big ball  baby won't you dance with me
I've been waiting all day for this
Good time boy won't you party with me
Let's start the night with a  kiss
Yes, yes ...let's start it off with a kiss

We danced for a while up on a crowded floor
She was popping down pill after pill
The throbbing beat
Her growing heat
She mesmerized me still
Yes she mesmerized me still

Her lips were close her body was near
I quivered from my toes to my head
She flicked me a smile
Stared straight into my eyes
moved up real close and said
Yes she got real close and said

Big ball baby put your arms round me
Each day feels longer than the last
Good time boy won't you drive me home
My time for dancing's past
Yes ...yes ...my time for dancing's past

When we stopped at her gate
She ran to the door
the handle she did shake
Without looking back
She ran straight inside
Leaving a cool looking dude in her wake

He looked over at me
gave me a knowing smile
And spoke in a calm kind of voice...
"I've got no idea what she says to you guys
But man she always makes this choice
Yes man she always makes this choice"

 "I'm sure she's glad you brought her on home
Please take some thanks from me
She often does this 'coming in late'
Because she just don't drive you see
No ...no she just don't drive you see"

Then he was gone with no more to add
And as he did he waved his ring
Then once more I heard her cry out loud
Once again I heard her sing

Big ball baby dance close to me
I've missed you all the day long
Take me in your arms make love to me
Cause my feelings are so strong ... yes, yes
My feelings are so strong

(then I heard her say)

Big ball baby won't you lay with me
I need you at the end of the day
To chase away the pain ....take care of me
And keep that sun away
Yes ...yes ...keep the day at bay


Grahame Flynn - Sent from my iPhone

Ahh reminiscing...

Views in Verse - on reminiscing.


Ahh reminiscing...is there anything better?


Together In time


We start this evening as strangers
Both touched by the full moon's glow
We drink in each other's stories
With nary a lull in the flow

Conversation frees the senses
Romance is settling in
The time has come to hold you
But a shy uneasiness wins

The Dj is playing some classic song
In fetching rhythm and rhyme
The need to dance is growing
we take to the floor each knowing
That we'll be together in time
Yes we'll be together in time

Around and around we are twirling
My feet get the better of me
You smile and pretend you're falling
Your laughter sets me free

This perfect night is lit by stars
awash with tranquillity
And a walk by the bay is calling (so)
We move without words to the sea

People seem to smile
as we stroll on by
A feeling
I still can't compare
All very new ...yet so déjà vu
Our deepest thoughts we share

You touch my cheek so sweetly
I kiss your lips divine
A deep affinity growing
Now so willingly showing
That we'll be together in time
Yes we'll be together in time

Ten years later I recall that night
We met on the bus going in
With Sam Cooke singing
And the bay sounds ringing
A little wine to settle us in

We go back down the coast
whenever we can
Cos these memories are so fine
It's nice to recall how it came to be
that we are together in time
Yes we are together in time



Sent from my iPhone - Grahame J Flynn

Go to Tamworth...

Views in Verse - on fun!


Go to Tamworth Music Festival if you want to see Australia at play. You will also see the best of Australia's country music talent ...past , present and new! It is held the last two weeks of January each year. In the NSW Hunter Valley ...a great spot to visit too. Beautiful country. Bring a hat.


High on the Country

We're setting forth
We're travelling North
It's Tamworth time again
with songs I've chosen for the trip
from Bill, Troy, Beccy and Slim
The road up ahead
It dances and plays as
I shield my eyes from the sun
It's gonna be hot
whether outdoor or not
even when day is done

We'll be high on the country
So high on the country
Our mates all come
Up highway one
With Bill, Troy, Beccy and Slim

The buskers are out
Some need to shout
As they joust out loud to be heard
Give them a grin
They grin right back
In tune to your every word
Each one unique
never coiffured or chic
To themselves
they're gonna be true
Ask for a song...
You can sing right along
Might buy the odd CD too

Cause we're high on the country
So high on the country
There's music galore
in Peel St Mall
in tune with your every word

The pubs are tight
they rock alright
That's another great act to thank
Behind each door
More music plays
Be it rock, roots, skiffle or Hank
This band plays Dwight
Right into the night
We dance and drink till two
On the way back home
You're never alone
They're happy there just like you

And we're high on the country
So high on the country
Top bands all come
Great party fun
Be it rock, roots,skiffle or Hank

A morning scene
Surreal ...a dream?
Bo Jenkins on a wild mouth harp
Wazza's acoustic,
Killer's electric
Its the Albert Pub ten sharp
Gallie arrives
He steps right up
Borrowing a stray guitar
You guess the rest...
Were we impressed?
Something special happened in that bar...

And we're high on the country
So high on the country
A 'Tamworth moment'
Such as this...
The Albert pub ten sharp

Australia Day
They're out to play
Kevin Bennett plays soulfully
A living icon
of country song
as Aussie as you and me
Then the Bushwackers turn
to steal the show
emotion was high just then
Sweaty moonlight
The great outdoors
"we are Os-trale-ien"

And we're high on the country
So high on the country
The legends all played
On Australia Day
As Aussie as you-n-me

Well ...there it goes
You've seen the shows
You've had just enough of the sun
Its back to the road
for the long trip home
Say goodbye to everyone
New songs to be sung
For the homeward run
The 'oldies' never far away
just tune your station
to 94 one...
More music gonna fill your day

Cause we're high on the country
So high on the country
More music to play
On 'back home' day
We'll return same time next year

Yes we'll go...
to where the music flows...
We'll be back same time next year

Yes we will...


Grahame Flynn - Sent from my iPhone

Everyone is not the same...and everyone does not fit into mainstream

Views in Verse - on diversity.

Society too often tells us how we should live. Many feeling that it does not reflect who they really are. Banging away for acceptance for some though will not be rewarded. Especially those who creatively aspire to something different or indeed to appreciate values that they don't see recognised there.

The far queue


My life to this date
Has been a disgrace
With lessons still
Left to endure
My partner choices
 ...satanic voices
Stephen King at work
to be sure

Now you come along
Like a gentle song
A clear departure
from my style
Your measured ways
 Have steadied my rage...
Quelled the fire awhile

Everyone should take the time out
to assess their own m.o.
Getting a handle on what
Really matters
In a life that's 'go go go'
A time to kick back, relax or chill
Time to take a new view
So I'm parking myself
 in the 'far queue' next to you

Your quiet mystique
Is such a relief
From being wired from
Day to day
I'm with you now
Right or wrong
together we'll
find our way

Facing the dark's
not for one but
Sharing the night
can be fun
And given that you are
right there with me
We'll laugh
in the morning sun

Everyone should take the time out
to assess their own  m.o.
Getting a handle
on what really matters
In a life that's 'go go go'
A time to kick back, relax or chill
Time to take a new view
So I'm parking myself
 in the 'far queue' next to you




Grahame Flynn - Sent from my iPhone

The restless soul has a home...


Views in Verse - on 'outliers'.

How do you drive away from home when you are already there?

The restless soul has a home... it's called 'the road'
  




Chasin' down the mediocre

(written for JJ Cale style rollin' beat)


Chasin' down the mediocre
Seems it was doomed to end
Chasin' down the mediocre
Bruised and beaten once again


I knew it was over...
My clothes were in the yard
Sure did slam that back door
Mercilessly hard

Chasin' down the mediocre
From the pain of the kill
Chasin' down the mediocre
Rollin down one tree hill

I don't know what I got ( call it...)
A cancer of the soul (but)
Me & anything meaningful
Always ends in a deep black hole

Hey ...chasin' down the mediocre
A hitcher now comes into view
Chasing down the mediocre
Tell me ...What else could I do ...?

She's cute but mighty scruffy
All done in from the road
She shuffles in beside me
Pulls in her humble load

Soon we gets to talking'...
Says she's someone else's wife
Busted, broke and lonely
And headed into strife

Chasin' down the mediocre
Out on the lost highway
Chasin' down the mediocre
Lookin' for a better day

Lights up a reefer
she routinely passes on
Says to me all easy
"we could stop before too long"

She's free and she's open
Laid back as she could be
High on her sassy but
Bent in mediocrity

Oh ...chasin' down the mediocre
Where will all of this end?
Chasin' down the mediocre
There's a cheap room around the bend

Things like this just happen to me
Time and time again
By later on
I am alone
Here I go again...

Not sure where I'm goin'
Don't care where I've bin
Living my life
One day at a time
At the devils whim
At the devils whim...

Hey chasin' down the mediocre
Oh chasin' down...oh...
Oh...



Grahame Flynn - Sent from my iPhone

Contentment in life comes with simple things...

Views in Verse - on contentment.


Contentment in life comes with simple things...not the grandiose! Being successful at 'shutting out the noise' comes with a desire to 'be at peace'


By Candlelight


To-night is the night
I've been thinking about all week
away from mundane chores
the 'our time' that we seek
We do the shop together
choose the menu with some care
We try to make it simple though
...easy to prepare
Just you 'n me so right
Dinner ...by candlelight

I'm happy to serve it up
As you like to fix your hair
A glass of wine before we sit
Brings 'still' beyond compare
The music that you choose
Brings thoughts of long ago
The talk is flowing now
The fire burning low
And here we are so right
Romance ... by candlelight

The kids all out for the night
Brings release from the 'mo'
Our chat turns to talking 'bout
Odd people that we know
We talk of stellar times too
Of travel to and fro
Laugh about the children
And how they tease us so
Easy to feel so right
Laughter ...by candlelight

A kitchen clean-up
jolts routine into the air
No need to rush it though
It's 'our time' that we share
The weekend brings a window
Lots of hours to spare
Let's just enjoy it
the morning still waits there
now so right
Bedtime ...by candlelight




Grahame Flynn - Sent from my iPhone

The Australian sense of humour is quite unique...

Views in Verse - on sex.

The Australian sense of humour is quite unique...
and when it comes to a bawdy tale could even leave Chaucer bemused!


The Tadpole song

 (Ode to Elle)

I was watching the late news
alone one night
When a tanned vision spits white light
From out of my set she pouts at me
Calling from a beach longingly
A white bikini paper thin
Came alive on soft brown skin

She sure got all the moves
She sure got all the grooves
Nothin' she got that you can't see
Everything she got does it all for me
In no time at all
A mindful stroke
And I nearly dropped my tadpoles folks!!!

But I wasn't the only one put to the test
The network bounced back to the anchor desk
To a dude in a suit look'n flustered as me
Clearly feasting on what he'd see'd
Splutterin' forth with mindless glee...
he says to the world untidily:

She sure got all the moves
She's sure got all the grooves
Nothin that she got that you can't see
 ...What she's got ...does it all for me...well , well...
..splutter ...choke ..."there's my career up in smoke
'cos I've just dropped my tadpoles folks"

The facts are plain for us to see
A man has needs that he must feed
It's on our minds a lot they say
Far too much in a given day
Our thoughts turn to it every ninety seconds
A little too often I think
...don't you reckon?

Wait on a buzz is coming to me now
This ain't good
as I'm telling you how...
With too much time
These thoughts come along
Need to cut down
this very long song
To a shorter one
that would do just fine
Gotta get it down to
a minute twenty nine!!!

But look here girls this is just a ruse
In fact ...amongst this lot ...there ain't much truth
We love you true with all our parts
Even our dusty lusty old hearts

So take us home, forget the alarm
Go on muster that sultry charm
No need for makeup, pearls or beads
A simple man has simple needs

Summoning that rush begs little chance
Really It takes just a sideways glance
To fire up your man you will see...
And go and set those tadpoles free

You've sure got all the moves
You've sure got all the grooves
Everything you got is what I see
All you got ...is all I need

You do it, you do it ...just for me

That's all folks !



Sent from my iPad

Life toughens us... that's for sure

Views in Verse - on resilience.

Life toughens us... that's for sure. They say it is better to have loved than to have not loved at all. It truly hurts that's for sure but, like a broken bone, it comes back stronger than it was before; readying us for further engagement on our own terms.


AWOL


" Guess who called today...?"
A friend did say...
It appears you've come back
After going  away...(I hear...)
You wanted to know
just how I coped with this?

Well if dreams are a guide
I've seen you each night
since that day
you simply took flight
and you could say
I've been a little messed up
Since then...

But daylight finds me
a more grounded guy
far from chasing
dreams in the sky
I 've worked out
who the hell it is
that I really am

I sense you sought
someone better than me
I hope you found a hero
Not a calamity
But whatever your outcomes
I am now at ease

And so as I write
I must 'call it a day' but
Let me first note
in an positive way
"you left me alone and
I learnt to like it!"

So if per chance
you do knock on my door
Be prepared to wait
an hour or more
Yet no matter
how long you wait
The bolt will remain
closed true

For whatever your reasons
I 've spent
too long alone
and from this grind
I surely have grown (and)
In weighing it up...
'you've made me a better man '
(for someone)



Grahame Flynn - Sent from my iPad

It never ceases to amaze how sure we can be of things at a point in time ...

Views in Verse - on fate.


It never ceases to amaze how sure we can be of things at a point in time ......only to see time completely reshape that canvas!

How can we really ever be completely sure of fulfilment when time can be so objectively unkind to even our best intent?


Written all over your face


Our love even now
seems an epic
that time should surely well grace
I surely gave it
the best I could
From the time I saw our future
Written all over your face

For ten years
we shared what seemed
a common dream
Could we settle for a trace?
A love sublime
Now lost to time
but still
Written all over your face

We come together
again today
with sadly
more dreams to erase
I feel now
what is lost
and at such a cost as it's
Written all over your face

Perhaps the cold of this
mountain place
The 'best' we could manage
given life's cruel pace
Has helped me at last to see
our legacy
so plainly
so indelibly
Written all over your face

Adieu...
what more can I say?
Was it...
one dream or two?
a tragic race?
But can one deny
a love so strong
That somehow went wrong?
And still...be
Written all over your face!


Grahame Flynn Sent from my iPhone

Saturday, 7 September 2013

Ever been so rocked by a sudden change of life that you can't think straight?

Views in Verse - on grief.



Ever been so rocked by a sudden change of life that you can't think straight?

Usually referred to as grieving; while it can be caused by many things it's impact can be 'mind numbing'


Loss


Wherever I am today
I'm ...alone;
Which way to turn
There's no way home
...I'm lost...
Lost in a state called loss

This way or that?
I really don't care
Night is long
Is this despair?
...yes I'm lost
Lost in a state called loss

You know she meant the world to me
I can't get past this pain
When unsure...
she'd urge me on...
to find my myself again

Deep in my heart
There's things untold
Compass broke...
My life's on hold
I'm lost...
Lost in a state called loss

You know she meant the world to me
I  can't get past this pain
When unsure...
she'd urge me on...
to find my myself again

Can you hear me now?
Can you help me now ...?
I'm lost
Lost in a state called loss


Sent from my iPhone - Grahame J Flynn

Ever rub your eyes and think is this really happening?

Views in Verse - on 'fact or fantasy'.


Ever rub your eyes and think is this really happening?
- and find - yes it is - but is it...really?

More to the point how does history deal with storylines ...I spoke with someone last week who was convinced of the historical accuracy of 'Camelot'



The Passing  of Ol' Salt

It was a very long night
at the Drunken Prawn
After the best catch
for many-a-year
They arrived late at the dock that day
to find what only 'fisho's' fear...

Red eyes were agog
in amazement...
to see the olde girl slipping from view
Ol' Salt was 'past her use by date'
But their only real 'earner' too

In the 'fisho's' eyes
She was the 'pride-o-the fleet'
since before my Pop was alive;
the barnacles all got up
and danced that day...
the day that Ol' Salt died"

Oh the barnacles all got up
and danced that day...
the day that Ol' Salt died
And the song they sang
to a cloudless sky could be
Heard for many a mile:

"Ol' Salt she's done her bit...
the catch is in plain sight"
"There's nothing like
some mighty hard work
for building an appetite"
"Heave her to the left"
heave her to the right...."
"We'll bring her back
Full of fish today
so we all eat well tonite!"

It was said:
"She served seven sad masters
...a nastier bunch couldn't be!"
The lads had not a good word
for any-o-them
Except for their skipper - McGee

The barnacles were singing
'Captain's Call'
McGee sang it loud every day
But whatever could inspire
Mere crustaceans
to so warble away?

As she tossed and rolled
The crew were shocked
For what they couldn't ignore
was the barnacle choir
in a fevered pitch
singing Skip's own song once more!

When that was done
They paled as one
with something horrid forming
For the captain it seemed
was last thing seen, below, drunk...
and snoring...?

They found no sign of the Captain that day
They all left that same Fall
But not before each of them telling
different stories one and all
And me...
I stood on the dockside too
But I was way too young to recall

And so
the legend lives on
In story and song
Of whatever happened that day
Was it the whiskey talking,
a crew in mourning...
Or seagulls attempting Bizet?



Sent from my iPad - Grahame J Flynn

Ah love lost - many stories written - too often laced with vitriol!











Views in Verse - on relationships.


Our key influences stay with us through life

 There is a silver lining in most experiences in life, if we look hard enough for it? Are we not enriched in some way by every relationship we have?

Certainly some impact the remainder of our lives


First Love


A hint, a trace, some words...?
What is it of her
that I can really say?
I remember well our first meeting
way back, at school, a summer's day

And then...
the two of us together
Memory has it
always holding hands
Giving time to each other
and just wandering...
around the streets, the beach, the bands

But now...
the best part of a lifetime
Her presence...
I still do so often find
comes to me
ever easy
from a quiet corner of my mind

She lives there deep inside of me
So deep inside of me
Sweet memory from a simpler day
They say your first love never leaves you
But comforts you and leads you
Never leaves you, never leaves you
Come what may

I travelled quite soon
after my schooling
That year in the city
it came at quite a price
We drifted time would tell
too far from the well
and then just ...got on ...with our lives

But thru the years
she's been there like a beacon;
life since then
hasn't always been that kind
A thought; a shot sublime
she'll cross my troubled mind
Like a trusty top that must unwind

She lives there deep inside of me
So deep inside of me
Sweet memory from a simpler day
They say your first love never leaves you
Just comforts you and leads you
Never leaves you, never leaves you
Come what may

Our fledgling years they
held such fears for each of us it seems
A time of just not knowing what to do
But when touched by a sign
Of these early times
It takes me ....to this private world ...we knew

A friend of mine a while back
said that he'd seen her
Couldn't wait to say :
 "she remembers you"!
I was happy at the time
just to hear that she was fine
...her welcome touch would
keep on coming through...

She lives there deep inside of me
So deep inside of me
Sweet memory from a simpler day
They say your first love never leaves you
But comforts you and leads you
Never leaves you, never leaves you...
Come what may...

We drifted time would tell
Too far from the well
And then ...just ...got on ...with our lives



Sent from my iPhone - Grahame J Flynn

Friday, 6 September 2013

Views in verse on marriage

Views in Verse - on marriage.

A former Australian Prime Minister once quipped that "life wasn't meant to be easy". It sounded outwardly arrogant at the time however for most marriages it can be a bit closer to home though than they would outwardly like to admit. The marital bond only develops over a long period as two people go about building a meaningful relationship, and with it, a necessary resilience.

Marriage is a strategic liaison bounded in trust ...the good times in the long run naturally far outweigh the many challenges along the way. Loyalty to each other at all times is the only key ingredient mandated from the get-go, and beyond, into a complete bond...


Rings around the moon

I give you my solace
You deflect my pain
You rebuff my feelings
Again and again

You look back 'stony'
I revisit my words
You insist upon leading
I shout to be heard

Two steps forward
Then one back
A loud tumultuous dance
It needs intervention
That's for sure
Yet little will happen by chance

Choice is a given
Throughout our lives
The actions our own
For want or for try
To step out of time
A very fine line

Running rings around the moon
Yes ...rings around the moon
We've more chance
To be one day seen
Running rings around the moon

Our best behavior's
on show a while
It was good last May or June
But going astray
Is not ok
not even in coming Junes

We came together
not by chance
We both came knowingly
a fledgling thing...
a lifetime ring...
a bold ship tossed at sea

some days aren't easy
some days surprise
to hold it together
...to realize
...to give  up the dance
...to forfeit the prize

Running rings around the moon
Yes rings around the moon
We've a chance
To be one day seen
Running rings around the moon

As a pair
we are well matched
so people seem to say
I guess this view
Comes right from 'us'
A view we both portray...

I speak your thoughts
You speak mine too
The words come out one way
Two different lives
transformed as one
and gifted to this day

The die is thrown
The thread is hewn
We won't release it
now or soon...
...this vice like grip
...this binding tune

Running rings around the moon
Yes ...rings around the moon
Locked in time
On a one time path
Running rings around the moon

Running rings around the moon
Yes ...rings around the moon
For better or worse
On a one time path
Running rings around the moon

Sent from my I-phone - Grahame J Flynn

Views on Verse - on addiction.





It's easy to look away...

But who doesn't?

What is the solution to our burgeoning drug problem?

Have we all just given up?






I was joined on the bench seat in my morning bus into the city during last week by a young man who was in a tragically difficult place.

As he flopped down next to me, dressed in a truly macabre manner, I could only but keep my eyes fixed on my 'handheld' and read my mail for as long as remotely possible. For within minutes he had begun to display an acute anxiety just from being there on the bus or so it seemed.

Given that this is a 40 minute trip into the city , it was always going to be a trial for him. I still have no idea of why he was on the bus at all to be very honest despite his wild chatter over the duration. He looked as though bus travel was new to him. Very odd.

After a while, as I was the closest person to him, he just started talking 'at me' ...probably in an attempt to reduce his anxiety. I soon joined his stilted conversation and gradually tried to calm him as our journey spilled into its last ten minutes. At this point, given the disturbing content of the conversation, I then could not wait for the journey to end ...given my now 'implied ownership' of his problem at that time.

As I got up to get off and said my goodbye, his conversation took on a surprising level of clarity as he shouted to my turned back "thank you very much sir for helping me ...god bless you!" I looked back and smiled ...as did he.


It is easy when faced with such confronting situations as these, to forget that you are dealing with real human beings and when you live in a big city like Sydney it is easy to de-program yourself from your own feelings and reactions. However, as I think back over it, I wonder: where he was going, who could help him to get on with life and how on earth he ever got into the situation he was in.


Addiction - when is enough ...enough?

...resistance can usually stall till tomorrow ...reform can take a lifetime. But not without a lot of help.




Subjugation


Draw me in
familiar sin
Take me to the gate
Fold me in hungering
My ways
my days my fate

Don't look down
Or move about
The purchase is so thin
Our time is lent
My lot's near spent
To the edge
I go again

Send me down now
Laughing loud
My pain, my truth
My glee
Ready to go
The clouds are low
My weight
is strangely free

The steps are there
Advice... 'take care'
Ignore another warning
The fog is thick
I go to it
Leave me now
...I'm falling

Learn from me
Transcend me
My story's there to tell
But ...let me be
to find the key
to end
this journey well

Forwarded from my I-pad Grahame J Flynn

Who says when a relationship is actually over?

Views in Verse - on closure.


Who says when a relationship is actually over?

Who says when a relationship is actually over? Sometimes running the risk of becoming dysfunctional perhaps toxic ...before closure is indeed remotely possible.


Forbidden Fruit

When incompatibility
breeds denial
A strange new desire arrives
A tawdry lust settling in
that defies all logic and thrives

Every hour
of such abuse
brings days and days of pain
Bitter sweet the self indulgence
week on week again

Two magnets
pressing hard
Strong signals in deep disarray
Bent emotion out of control
In keeping resolve at bay

Forbidden fruit
is damaging;
regression is it's tool
A tempest of weary obsession
that confounds a toxic fool

All advice
from all involved
shouts a clear conclusion
Even my car
has a mind of its own
Routine feeds delusion

Déjà vu ...I'm back again
I've called
but she's not at home
Frustrated, lost, ...appalled
I wander off ...alone

Getting on with life
makes such good sense
We made that decision together
Yet we hurt each other
at every turn
We must move on ...whatever!

Forwarded from my Iphone - Grahame J Flynn