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Wednesday, December 12, 2018

POETRY

From Room Number 8

I hear the trumpet sound But is it of the sky or ground? It’s hard to find without a link When the world’s forgotten how to think And women dress for Babylon To glow and bloom and then are gone The devil moves you like a pawn You’ve been played like that since you were born We misunderstood the Judas kiss And now it’s come to all of this Where...

TAKE MY HAND

WHEN THE NIGHT THAT NEVER ENDS DESCENDS ON ME WHEN ALL OF MY FRIENDS LEAD ME TO DEAD ENDS WILL I FINALLY SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME TO BE? HUMBLE ME LORD, TAKE MY HAND SHELTER ME WHILE I CAN STAND LEAD ME TO THAT PROMISED LAND HEAR MY PLEA IT’S ONLY ME TAKE MY HAND ALL THE DREAMS THAT BLOW AWAY AND TAKE THEIR TOLL WHEN YOU’VE SOLD YOUR SOUL HOW CAN YOU BE WHOLE? IN...

THE STATE OF PLAY

Let me break the news to those who haven’t awakened yet to the terrible reality of politics. There is no Left or Right anymore. There is just the craven lust for power and to keep the globalists happy in their bid to create a New World Order. By the way, this vision of an Utopian world may not include...

BOBBY DARIN AND THINGS (like a walk in the park)

Bobby Darin sacrificed himself to entertain us. Public adulation gave him life through one vein as much as it took from another. Once you’ve awakened that sleeping beast it can never be conquered – only lived with until that fateful day when your body becomes still from the exhaustion of hanging on too long. Bobby now sits at a table with...

The Songs of Robert Lloyd at Holy Trinity Church

MelbourneEast Arts Festival Robert Lloyd has served the Australian and International Arts/Music world since 1986. Beginning in Adelaide he has travelled the world performing and composing his unique music and songs. I have a couple of Robert's albums but have seen little of him live so it was wonderful to be invited to see his performance at Holy Trinity Church in...

When Love Dies

Loves light burns so hard, enough to meld hearts, then flickers, then dies...no one yet on Earth has figured out the wherefores or whys

OWN

I’ve never understood you But then again, I don’t understand me I got caught up in a tide That swept me out to sea All I ever wanted Was a place to call my own To find my way home But I always wake up here On my own. Words & Artwork (c) Frank Howson 2016

THE RELUCTANT LEAVING (Dedicated to P.F. Sloan)

You say you’re leavin’ And you know it ain’t fair Every day I wake unto this world I’m gonna hurt that you’re not there But God knows best And God is good If you believe in Him Tonight I wish I could We said our goodbyes And now we can’t take ’em back The last time I saw your smiling face We didn’t see the sky turn black We laughed too...

CHRISTMAS IN ST. KILDA

Harry Grivens had inherited it from his mother. An obsessive excitement about all things Christmas. His mother, Mary, would start her Christmas shopping January every year, her secret way of accruing all the magical gifts that dwarfed her illuminated pine tree every 25th. of December. From her meagre budget she miraculously produced gifts for her children, her husband, her relatives,...

NAPOLEON IN DEFEAT

I don’t know where I’m going But I’m starting here I dueled with my demons And conquered my fear I’d reached a place Where I was at peace with myself And the joy that that brought Meant more to me than wealth To sit in the garden and feel the sun on my face Was to reach an unknown destination And yet to know this place But you crashed through my...