Category Archives: Poems

Once I realised that the snippets of rhythmic phrases that keep dropping into mind, are not ‘notes towards a novel’, but fingers to the moon of poetry, life became charged with the joy of editing.

At this stage of the blog, I’m sharing poems written in a burst after a Writers retreat with the estimable Jungian psychologist Jeremiah Adams. Some have been performed at Bar Luna, Ubud, Bali, an epicentre of supportive community creative expression. Most are best tasted aloud.

Some take the form of Australian Bush Poems – metrical, narrative and characterful.
More recent are poems on the road though Morocco and beyond.
Some are song lyrics; I look forward to recording and sharing them.Many are an acerbic tracking of a tough route in and out of love.

Don’t go home any more

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DON’T GO HOME ANY MORE

Once I made a home, then three

And then so many more

with duties and communities and people by the score

Then a story called to me

I surrendered, said goodbye

and once again was walking out the door

I’ve been east and I’ve been west and neither one is best

and I don’t go home any more

Cos home is where the heart is now and where the blue hat falls

And anywhere can be that home and when the sunshine calls

I’ll be gone;  maybe I’ll meet you, traveller, on that road

 Just don’t ask me, please don’t ask me when I’m going home.

I enjoy the visiting

And picking up the stitches

With old friends, who’ve shared so many kinda times before

But soon the mood comes over me

To see where’s next on this journey

And pretty soon I’m walking out the door

I’ve been east and I’ve been west and neither one is best

and I don’t go home any more

Cos home is where the heart is now and where the blue hat falls

And anywhere can be that home and when the spirit calls

 I’ll be gone; maybe I’ll meet you, traveller, on that road

 Just don’t ask me, please don’t ask me when I’m going home

A wise companion showed to me

The fundamental synergy

Tween here and now and heart and how and what we can allow

And balancing the dangers

is the kindness of strangers

and paring down eternity to simple living now

I’ve been east and I’ve been west and neither one is best

and I don’t go home any more

Cos home is where the heart is now and where the blue hat falls

And anywhere can be that home and when the story calls

 I’ll be gone; maybe I’ll meet you, traveller, on that road

 Just don’t ask me, please don’t ask me when I’m going home