poems for a friend - "lj"

[debarnes]

hi "lj"

since I'm a little better thought I'd beter join your group/.

(20 poems for you mate- and everyone else.

cheers

David
debarnes - perth-wa_aust.


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Picasso and time

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Picassos hang on museum walls

he had his time his time

a time of multi-coloured madness

his tormented short-lived mind so alive

paintings unrivalled over time.

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scholarly academics

publish copious papers and books

as if they were Sigmund Freud

trying to dissect him -

he strolled though the countryside of his friend

stopped to paint lilies in the field.

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His old Parisian world

of stained ceilings tarnished windowpanes

lipstick smears on dead-end butts

ashtrays spilling over

blood-red wine stains and leftover

bread crumbs on tables.

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A clock ticks and ticks telling time

the night’s discussions and revellers depart

the door closes for another night

another time in time.

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outside they walk past the drunk

sprawled in the sidewalk gutter

paper bottle still held in his hand

water spilling round past him down the drain

is it his time-time is irrelevant

there is no time at this point in time

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Picasso hangs ageless

like this World.

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no release – no connection

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like light in a bottle of stone

like the lotus-eater, I will lose my dream

lose myself – yet I am the door

knock and be open

love beyond – love beyond

a paradox is dark and light

to live I die

am I not I, who is anybody

a luminous being carked in frail flesh- bone

waiting for light’s release

to be tested

to live utterly without fear

is a fearsome thing

to live is a terrible thing

the whole world magnifies

and you who burn so bright- in the dark

of all nights – when I am tested

will I burn like a star?

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© debarnes 2003 © debarnes ® April 2008 - 29th

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