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Poesy.

Selected poems penned by the Dilettante.

The Grumpy Old Dilettante Poesy
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Jaunty

Jaunty   It lets you have a less-than-fashionable- slightly-shabby-suit. Scuffed shoes. Salt and pepper stubble. Bad breath. Stained teeth.   There's a caveat though; you've got to be able to dance.       Emu 9/10 2015© The Grumpy Old…
February 9, 2023
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Excerpt From the Song of Solomon 

Excerpt From the Song of Solomon    He stands holding a bamboo whirligig my cousin bought in Bali.   She stands, cuttings in hand, giving orders.   They are surrounded by forty-five year old fruit trees, week-old flowers and dripping foliage.…
January 8, 2023
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Holiness

Holiness is God's common sense; just relax, don't get tense.     The Riff 2/1992 or afore.© The Grumpy Old Dilettante, 2021
December 12, 2022
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The Man Next Door

The man next door – out of sight – is smoking. It is a noble thing. He stares at the jungle which is number 24. How do I know this? I don’t. His war paint is fresh – still wet…
September 23, 2021
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Our two chooks

Our two chooks gaze through the dining room window Metronome heads corrosion-coloured feathers yum cha feet Perched on the outside sill they are looking for something to eat While we contemplate eating them…     Emu 20/21© The Grumpy Old…
September 22, 2021
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Lidcombe

Lidcombe   A line of evergreen trees, a khaki green stripe across a grey flannel sky,   marches up the rise scattering headstones and sarcophagi   to the left and right.     © The Grumpy Old Dilettante, 2021
September 22, 2021
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Merlin Answers His Accusers

Merlin Answers His Accusers   You say I spoke with daemons Danced with succubi Spilled my seed on Holy Ground Lay naked on the pagan mounds   I had no muse I took no wife I learnt other loves No…
September 20, 2021
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Citrus Meditation

Citrus Meditation We got burnt We forgot the pale mandarin-juice-coloured late afternoon sunlight is only there for half an hour (at most) each day - the rest of the time the sun stares down raw and hard like an unpeeled…
September 20, 2021
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Her Song

Her Song When she sings wild and dark her song bruises me with love   © The Grumpy Old Dilettante, 2021
September 20, 2021
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The Assault

The Assault The towers of the ‘Imperial’ city sat squat and quiet. Those stones did not cry out - no way! Imperial flags, corpuscle-red and eye-socket black, cracked like whips in the breeze, but did not wave a greeting -…
September 19, 2021