A FEW SHORT POEMS etcSome of these poems and song lyrics were initiated many years ago. Although
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Introduction and SummaryA man of few words pens these lines: the fog descends, he does not think. So little is there to be said, the rhyme runs dry before the ink... |
Upon migrating to AustraliaHere in a craze of green hills tumbling beside the sea I wonder at what I am at and over the turning endlessly over of waves the blatant sun blears, the sizzling fly smears my windowed sense. Something young in me stirs, as old as days ago, as tall as years, and I cannot tell how or what though each neat frisking cloud spills out more of it until I spy that somewhere a cornucopia lurks of lost enchantment, amongst whom there myself abundantly dwells. It is a bridge for crossing over; it is a birth of southern stars. © 2004 Dave Robinson |
Stealing youNicely clear you keep of me wishing you here, repining there awhile as winter increasing from want of fire writes off the golden raft of fall. Angels may not escape so easily: from secret corners I steal you, unfurl you by flaring candle and faded rose as last I saw you, ever so slenderly arresting. From a silent tress the barbed air recoils, a fleeting shadow freezes in the angles of your face and suddenly everywhere silver chords tumble, quizzing me gently. Like sun on snow your wayward smile (a breathing season's breadth ahead) cheers, and over wine whose golden eye beckons nearly oh how nearly between folding fingers you shed a tear such as this I see clinging to a broken memory. © 2004 Dave Robinson |
NightmeetUnder a hill fat and bowling three bottled men smoke sheep's wool, three thin and a mouldy cat in muck high farm near creek's edge. Who's this? Opening junk door, dude worming in on scabbed belly through the beetle thick dust: 'Light my lamb pipe with a feather'. Out of the cupboard a mile long springs with teeth an ape of a man, squats in bug hearth and measures his wool thrice. Under fat hill by creek sedge five smoke weedily round a pot with a blowfly in it: the sliced moon grows cold and low. Sniff a blood snuff, suck a snail, dash to dark water, reflect Venus: a naked body croons, four plus cat drown, a bubble rises big as an udder in trout grey farm, under the hill. © 2004 Dave Robinson |
lovedriftmy love for you is like the snow in one crisp week it grows this deep then comes the thaw and love and snow live here no more © 2004 Dave Robinson |
As if youAs if you seeing as you do the world a dream for muddling through could play at keeper and controller and be for all these creatures chief consoler. As if you too were not imprisoned still (though like a bird of paradise you freely fill the air with shimmering and with splendour) behind hollow bars, harsh nullity of will your absent ant-like ways to wander. As if the skies would heed your squealed call, would rain or apples ever fall, would tears? – the cement of years walled in won’t yield to torrent or trumpet or untamed cheers. But now under stars a fool’s kiss unframes you, a cheap touch lames you; though you yourself betray, so darkly enclosed yet so openly astray you willingly surrender, come smilingly away. © 2004 Dave Robinson |
The Yule Log(to my Mother, who started this off)Sitting by the embers of a Yule log in December I muse over days long gone, a solitary man. Memories cannot tell who lies in the mystic Yule: eyes and mouth are there, feet and hands where the dancing elfin light conjures roses from the night; and in the flickering glow the screenplay of my life reruns as bold as years ago as bright as southern suns. Snap! The sudden crackle of new fire turns my mind about to the 5th of Nov when children leap and shout with flames and with sky- rockets roaring high and ginger bread comes mixed with the smell of lantern wicks. But now Jack Frost again illuminates the window pane delicately confronting me with crisp silver filigree; the unpitying snow lies cold to the toes, hot to my old eyes - and I blow my nose a lot. © 2004 Dave Robinson |
to one disabled in combatyou cannot stroke the flame so nicely flat it only turns and twists and burns a blinding track then stardust leave you, steel retrieve you from that indignity whose floundering holds you oh so firmly back no angel would believe the battled legend of your life this empty shoe would rather share your blistering raids of truth if only games had braved you, concord had saved your strife would maestros then or mice defend the measure of your worth? forget the knotted wound, untie the forgotten mind follow the sky, swallow the sea, surround these galaxies of sand a clock unclicks tomorrow while tonight an organ grinds alarmingly out grim augury of unadventured ground © 2004 Dave Robinson |
ForlornWhom shall I wed? A chance fling in bed. Who is my son? A knot come undone. What is this mind? A sob in the wind. Where goes my life? Through tunnels of strife. When shall I die? When I’m tickled by a fly. Who was that guy? A wrinkle in the sky. © 2006 Dave Robinson (I hasten to add this not literally about the author!) |
GOLD!Sydney Olympics song lyricsA jingle for raucous soloist and out-of-tune children's choir Normal script = solo, Italics = choir, Green = rude solo interjections over passionate chorus One chorus line = two verse lines (i.e. no. of bars, either Mars or pub) Music (lead-sheet) here There's a fever all around you Sensation in the air You can see it in those smiling eyes You can feel it everywhere There's action on the harbour There's dancing in the park And a word keeps going around and 'round Burnin' deep in Aussie hearts Gold! Gold! Go for that Gold! Gold! Gold! Make the dream come true Gold! Gold! Go for that Gold! Let's show the world Australia can win There's a bridge across the nations White sails filled out with song A song of peace to every one Wherever you belong There's a fire blazing bright Striking hope in every soul 'Cos champs from every corner know To win is their only goal Gold! Gold! Go for that Gold! (Wanna hear our song playin') Gold! Gold! Make the dream come true (Wanna see our flag flyin') Gold! Gold! Go for that Gold! (Wanna see those smiles) Let's show the world Australia can win Run like an emu Jump like a roo Swim like a dolphin Shoot fair and true Dive like a platypus Ride like the wind Fight like a dingo Play the game to the end Gold! (Gold!) Gold! Go for that Gold! (Come on now you champions!) Gold! (Gold!) Gold! Make the dream come true (Believe in it!) Gold! (Gold!) Gold! Go for that Gold! (Step it up, step it up!) Let's show the world Australia can win If you believe in livin' You can only try and try And if you can see the mountain track There's a way to reach the sky Don't let the world defeat you Grey clouds will roll aside You're headin' home, just keep on goin' Till the sunshine fills your life Gold! Gold! Gold! Go for that Gold! (You can make it now) Gold! Gold! Gold! Make the dream come true (Reach for the stars) Gold! Gold! Gold! Go for that Gold! (Hang onto that dream) Let's show the world Australia can win We've got the spirit Got the team We've got the winners To bring us home That's our flag flying They're playing our song And there's our hero At number one Gold! Gold! Gold! Go for that Gold! (We're coming home now) Gold! Gold! Gold! Make the dream come true (Gimme our song again) Gold! Gold! Gold! Go for that Gold! (Nothing can stop you now) Let's show the world Australia can win © 2000 Dave Robinson |
SONG of LIFE(She Walks Alone)Music scores and audio here A1 She walks alone, a child without a name No place to lay her head, no-one to share her fear and pain You can feel the trembling in her mind How can a rosebud ever bloom in a world that's so unkind? B1 All her life War and want Graft and grime Her lips are dry, her feet are bare All rags and bones and she's goin' nowhere She's still got hope, still got pride When will the world come to her side? A2 You can see the sadness in her eyes The darkness of the night can't hide the torture in her cries Hold her close and she will find a smile You can't imagine how it feels to touch a life on trial B2 All the world Hides in shame Song of Life! - How can you play if no one tries? Forget the rage, turn down the lies Ignore the filth, shake off the flies Will she ever laugh before she cries? Will there ever be a bright sunrise? A3 She walks alone on a dry and dusty plane The grey clouds in her mind can't fill the sky to bring the rain Unlock your heart and you could set her free Another song, another life, a golden bridge across the sea B3 Worlds apart Years gone by Still she climbs A hill too high, a road too long Trapped in hell and she's never done wrong A torn rag doll holding hands with the dead One step wrong and she'll be blown to shreds Oh Song of Life, friend of blue skies How can you play if no-one tries? Will she ever laugh before she cries? Will there ever be a bright sunrise? Will she find her dream — before she dies? © 2004 Dave Robinson |