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Bali Remembered

by

Lee Emmett



Flowers of love scattered at Kuta
Fruit of life spoilt by hatred,
Ideals of diversity lying in fragments
Peaceful coexistence covered in ashes.
At the Sari Club strangers mingled,
Hope and trust beguiled the young.
Gentle Balinese and extrovert Aussies
Traded pleasantries, respect and cooperation.
World citizens rise above hostilities -
Peopleís dreams traverse all boundaries.
Delicate petals symbolise peace, and
Friendshipís cup enriches nations.


Silver Night

by

Lee Emmett



Tree branches
scratch my window.
Tiny ringtail tiptoes lightly
along the eaves
towards succulent tips
of almond leaves.

Fitful moon peers out
from clouds galloping
towards the horizon.

Under eiderdown,
I imagine black swans
hiding in reeds at the waterís edge.
Soon theyíll lead their little ones
into the depths
to dive among weeds.

I sit up.
Through lacework curtains
Natureís night light streams,
casting silver reflections.
Gusty wind breaks
the lakeís surface
into ripples of
ebony and ice.

Mi Corazon

by

Lee Emmett



My anguished heart knows that I must let you go.
Leave now, my son, with your fellow sun-followers
Fly free to faraway lands where hot bright sands burn
As pulsating king tides course through youthful veins.

Hoary-haired coward, my soul lacks vigour
And seeks comfort and rest in my safe rocking chair
Lichen on white-stone, cottage waits at laneís end,
Hearth, glowing embers: both beckon ancient bones.

Sorely my old heart shrinks with our parting,
Sadly, it must be so, just as I say.
Though I want you to stay, Iíll no longer stop you.
Itís time for your dreams to soar
Over the mountain.
Wild seasons call. Go!
Seek your love, far away.

Rose-gold sun sinks gently,
Towards the distant horizon.
Gilt-edged clouds stretch,
Like faint-painted fingernails,
Deep crimson orb melts my core.

Oh! Heart is faltering, pain chills my marrow.
God speed you safely. My love, adieu!

Goblins

by

Lee Emmett



Grinning silhouettes gather on the horizon
fascinating, horrid, moribund but lively.
In the silvery, shivering shadows at full moon
they gobble warm flesh of owl chicks theyíve stalked.
Sharp-chinned, with gnarled skin they grumble and garble and recite in low-toned chants the lores of the night.

Munching and crunching, their jaws mash the giblets.
Cream and lilac toadstools are sprinkled with fennel
then thickened with bitter cobs withered on cornstalks
Soon distended stomachs set tempers a-fraying.
Fisticuffs fly and the feast ends abruptly.
Raucously shrieking s three low-flying witches,
ferocious and feisty, fuel the melee.

Aloft in a haystack, murmuring in a dream state,
lovers snuggle closer, their bliss is complete.

Relinquishing their roosts, bats swoop erratically,
plunging, they snatch stray moths into eternity.

Oblivious to these dramas, the lovers, softly cradled,
breathe peacefully in unison as the goblins pass by.

Full Moon

by

Lee Emmett



To you I threw the crystal ball of my future
The dreams of grandeur, my hopes and desires
And you, who first caought the bright gleaming sphere
Pretended to hold it , seemed to share the magic relection in the silver orb
One moment in time, I believed our eyes met in timeless recognition
Of a vision of a place where we could create a new life together
Then you threw the bright moonstar high into the heavens,
And when it returned to your hand you had changed.

Your eyes grew steely, your fickle heart hardened and darkness came over
You hurled the dream-globe downward with the strength of a fury
It shattered, countless millions of glittering fragments
Sharp shards and splinters cut through my dream's web
The firne veil of fantasy lying in tatters
I reach for the moon, and weep for the stars.

Springboks Demo

by

Lee Emmett



Armed only with convictions,
and whistles,
totally shocked by police
searching through pockets and bags,
we were ill-prepared for the violent
confrontation of values.

We thought the demo was simply
a matter of stating our view:
all people are born equal and
deserve equal rights.

Soccer fans were there
for their sport; a game
played out on the oval.
Cameras recorded the event
for an international audience.

Demonstratorsí efforts to
penetrate the perimeter,
and overcome the barriers
was met with a force
determined to maintain
the status quo.

When the arrests began
the real power of the state
was revealed.
Fellow protestors
were picked off,
one by one,
pulled away,
and shoved
into Ďdivií vans.

The crowd roared
at the battle on the field.
Out of view,
the true gladiators fought
on the sidelines:
an historical right at stake,
to apartheid in South Africa.

Nelson Mandela sacrificed years
of his life behind bars
to bring democracy and
justice to his nation.

As the Springboks toured
Ferociously we fought, in
solidarity with Mandelaís cause.

Power, like a soccer ball,
passed from one team to the other.
Over time teams changed,
and rules were abandoned.
Finally ideals were lost.

We mourn battered and
bruised innocence,
and the brutal assault on
our notions of democracy
and freedom.

Springboks Demo

by

Lee Emmett



Armed only with convictions,
and whistles,
totally shocked by police
searching through pockets and bags,
we were ill-prepared for the violent
confrontation of values.

We thought the demo was simply
a matter of stating our view:
all people are born equal and
deserve equal rights.

Soccer fans were there
for their sport; a game
played out on the oval.
Cameras recorded the event
for an international audience.

Demonstratorsí efforts to
penetrate the perimeter,
and overcome the barriers
was met with a force
determined to maintain
the status quo.

When the arrests began
the real power of the state
was revealed.
Fellow protestors
were picked off,
one by one,
pulled away,
and shoved
into Ďdivií vans.

The crowd roared
at the battle on the field.
Out of view,
the true gladiators fought
on the sidelines:
an historical right at stake,
to apartheid in South Africa.

Nelson Mandela sacrificed years
of his life behind bars
to bring democracy and
justice to his nation.

As the Springboks toured
Ferociously we fought, in
solidarity with Mandelaís cause.

Power, like a soccer ball,
passed from one team to the other.
Over time teams changed,
and rules were abandoned.
Finally ideals were lost.

We mourn battered and
bruised innocence,
and the brutal assault on
our notions of democracy
and freedom.

Terra Australis

by

Lee Emmett



Leave now the lyrebirds in the mists singing
Set out in silence, south first, to Gippsland
Great granite boulders, Sealers Cove, Oberon,
Magnificent sentinels standing in Tasman.

Guided by the Southern Cross head north to desert lands
Follow the rhythmic drone of didgeridoos
And with each footstep the sharpening of senses
Drink and breathe deeply as wisdom unfolds

Now it is your turn to wander, a nomad,
Discovering our sacred earth, singing her songs,
Uluru's calling, red rock, our centre,
Heart of Australia, drawing us home.

(For Anne)

Terra Australis 2

by

Lee Emmett



We are haunted and tormented by the hunter at Port Arthur
Who's brought terror to the hearts of us who took our peace for granted,
Slaughtering thirty-five innocents, on quiet April Sunday,
Firing bullet after bullet, in his merciless rampage.

Young sweet children, mothers, old folk, dining ,chatting in the sunshine,
Aghast they ran for shelter as the killer raised the guns,
Caught in his sights with no escape, each victim fell before him,
Twenty lives, within a minute were cut short without remorse.

Talk of reconciliation seems meaningless in this convict tourist town
Ghosts of the past just can not rest while fire rages in our hearts
Australia bows in shame at this senseless act of violence.
But destruction will continuew till we're all prepared to face
Our forebears' violation of the Aboriginal dreaming.
Respect for all life and tolerance of diversity.

Conciliation is the word bring warring forces together
Allow time for tribal gatherings, learn the mysteries of the land.
The slash and burn mentality denies slow discovery
Of beauty and the wilderness found in every tree.

Why have we stood by so long watching as our children suffered
Alienation and exclusion from their birthright, rites of passage?
Unemployment and despair have wrought havoc with their young souls
Once so gentle, hopeful, growing, now embittered, withdrawn, lonely.

A giant daemonic phantom takes possession of a young man
His room fills with oppression, he stands, looks around,
Takes up his weapons, selects ammunition,
Runs out on that afternoon, blasts torment from his mind.

The shots shout out, repeatedly, across our troubled continent
Our hearts cry out forever, forgive us for this murder.
As the world mourns the slain ones, their dark blood stains our nation
Port Arthurs' shadows lengthen, chill creeps across the land.

Election Lament

by

Lee Emmett



Young, unemployed and drugged

Trumpet cried , mournful notes
Woman croons, blues, sweet throat,
On the mean streets, coppers searching,
Through cafe windows, people watching

Last night, car window shattered
Glovebox emptied, contents scattered
Desperate, seeking, money wanted
For his habit.

For a dare? Or is he driven by
An inner torment
Society has denied a place for him

We have failed when we bar our young ones from the workforce
And instead puts them in a state of such despair that they end in jail.
Dislodged from families, run aground, left high and dry.
The flood of progress has swept the greedy yuppies past,
Leaving only their broken castoffs for the next generation.

Holy or Unholy?

by

Lee Emmett



Holy or unholy, we donít want war, Mr. Bush.
Remember Gallipoli, Hiroshima, Vietman?
We want life, and through negotiation, peace;
Democracy is based on principles - liberty, fraternity, equality!
Terrorism or war? No way! There are other paths.
Let us find alternatives without being forced into artificial dichotomies, polarities ending in death.
Choose wisely, Mr. Howard.
Align Australia in a direction which
Guarantees humanityís future.
Donít risk extending conflict.
We donít want war between nations, or peoples of differing faiths. Donít risk civil war.
In our great southern continent
one hundred an fifty ethnic groups coexist in freedom.
Suicides and mass murders in America
Will not be assuaged through more bloodshed.
Lend our voice to those internationally calling
for an end to the reign of fear, terror and death.
There are better ways: bring nations together, promote dialogue, progress carefully. Act resolutely, using intelligence, not force.
Diplomacy, wise counsel, generosity of spirit, and respectful communication are the hallmarks of true statesmanship.
World leaders have responsibility for
creating conditions of peace and understanding between nations.

Enchantress

by

Lee Emmett



O come swift enchantress to my sweet summer bower
Lay your soft golden locks close to my heart
Whisper those gentle words, lovingly, longingly
Promise me, now, no, ne'er will we part.

Shelter me tenderly, safe in our arbour
Breathe in the seasonal, warm evening breeze
Share precious, sensuous feelings of pleasure
Treasure these short hours of comfort and ease.

Gaze at each flower's blush, fading with evening
Wonder anew at the mysteries of a rose
Ponder its beauty, its fragrance and symmetry
Forget for this moment, its thorns. Seek repose.

Tomorrow will come with its cares and our duties
You have your young ones, their lives to look after
I must return to a world which expects much.
Let us share one sweet night's love and light laughter.

Holy Tryst

by

Lee Emmett


as mother died
her last breaths came softly
she was ready to meet
her ancestral hosts

into deep night
her soul leapt above us
straight to the warm arms
of her waiting lord

we kept quiet vigil
in awe of her journey
each knew our turn
would come in its time

fear of the moment
of soulís sacred passage
gave way to wonder,
tenderness, love

life left her body
as spirit rose mightily
into bright heavens
received by her god

upturned hands rest now
white, still and silent
cool as a monument
testament to peace

Leaves

by

Lee Emmett

We stare, transfixed, immortalised in time.
Across the great divide you lie in peaceful solitude
while I mingle, single-minded amongst noisy multitudes
crowding the pavement.

Feet shuffle against yellow, red and brown crackling leaves
scattered and battered beneath boots of ruddy leather

Our last words were spoken before the blistering heat
of summer cut a swathe in the golden paddocks.
Hot winds blew unruly hair, parched lips waited for the blessing of a clearing shower

I never imagined a separation of souls:
yours in the next world,
mine lingering at the threshold,
longing for you
to return to my side,
to clasp my waiting hand.

A salty tang cuts a streaky path to my mouth.
Tears come now; they drop silently to hide
in the wasteland of leaves which other feet will crush
with indifference.

I move on towards the next memory
of seasons spent together.

Lost

by

Lee Emmett

In a space in my heart lurks a wish Iíll return
To the source of a spark burning bright in my soul
In the still of the night where faint fancies stir
Moonlight chills flesh, smarts eyes to a blur.

Why have you left me alone in dark sorrow,
Cold feeling inside, no plans for tomorrow?
Dawn graces east, scarlet-glow embers
Loving times shared, lost, still remembered.

Come back from beyond, come into my arms,
Iím nothing without you, sweet prince of charms.
Itís small consolation chasing moonbeams,
Each night a desert of abandoned dreams

You fought mighty battles and overcame fears,
In a brave quest for life, you struggled for years.
Happiness severed by cruel hands of death:
Our short spell together gone with your breath.

In Godís heavenly garden you rest high above
Surrounded by angels, tended by love
In prayers I seek out that comforting place
Where Paradise folds you in gentle embrace.

Equinox

by

Lee Emmett



Tonight as I water the garden beneath a canopy of stars
I wonder which one keeps guard over my mate,
my soul mate, who left me for a bigger world
of universal love, which one day I hope to see.

Tonight as I search the heavens
just above the western horizon
a sliver of silver gold, the New Moon
steps through a crack in the heavens
with her promise of longer nights
shorter days, and cooler times,
though not necessarily calmer ones.

At the fulcrum of seasons,
the realisation of balance occurs:
in the equinocturnal stillness of early evening
appears the possibility of a different life.
Iíll find kind people inhabiting my future.
Sun and light will return.
After the deepness of winterís chill, my life will be renewed
to grow with the tender shoots of spring.

Droplets sparkle the ferns; silent dark giants in the night. Unfurling, their fanlike fronds reflect memories of part of his work here, some of our thirty six years together.
Lacework finery sprinkles, sprays across the darkness,
captures the brightness of streetlamps.
A miniature Milky Way.
This small slice of life here on earth
mirrors a mysterious life beyond where souls return
to the source, and light the way to a greater spirit.