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An Erotic Reunion

An Erotic Reunion


  I Saw You In The Headlights

Beside The Deserted Road

That Dismal Dark Wet Night

I Approached You In Awe

Of Your Beauty

Naked To The Stars

Shine Of Embarrassment

You Stood

With Fingers Of Love

I Traced Your Every Curve

I Looked Into Your Eyes

Lifeless And Devoid Of Emotion

I Saw Your Heart

Had Been Taken

By A Coarse Lover

Of Such Beauty

The Colour Had Gone

From Your Once Golden

Glow Of Life

With Tears Of Love

I Peered Into Your Soul

There Was Nothing

But Emptiness

Once You Were Someones Lover

Who Loved You And Cherished

And Cared For You

With Such Tenderness

A Lover Who Put The Shine

Upon Your Heart

And The Gleam Within Your Eyes

You Had Aged

And Worn Your Years Well

My Beauty

With Loving Fingers

I Traced Your Curves

One Last Time

And Lingered With Sadness

Upon Your Shapely Rear

I Drove Away

That Dismal Dark Wet Night

And With A Final Glance

In The Rear View Mirror

Sighed At What Was Once

A Beauty Of Golden Hue

A Beauty With Life

Now A Burnt Out Wreck

Of What Was Once

An Fj Holden


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Children Of The Dust

Originally posted on Welcome To Aussie Emus World:

This writing is dedicated to the stolen

 generation of Aboriginal children taken

 from their families and culture in the days

 of early settlement of Australia by the

 white man


My Little One

Of The Stolen Heart

Your Small Delicate Soul

Taken From the Mother Core

Of Your Birth

By The Ever Changing Winds

Of The Unknown

Again And Again

The Cycle Is Unfulfilled

Your Little Soul

Knows Its Path

Yet Strangled By Souls

Of Those with Eyes Closed

And Ears Deaf

To The Very Existence

Of Our Journey

Little Spirit Soul

Care Not For What

They Do Not See

Hold My Hand

Little Sister

Walk With Me

I Will Show You the Colours

Of Our Beautiful Land

I Will Awake the Dreaming

In Your Heart

To See Those Visions

Of Eternal Beauty

That Play upon Our Soul

And Listen To the Laugh

Of Our Mornings

Early Call

Let Me…

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Put My Boots On Little Feet

Originally posted on Welcome To Aussie Emus World:

Put my boots

On little feet

Walk with me

My little mate

Look through eyes

Of innocence

And see what I can see

See the birds up in the sky

See the landscape opening wide

Feel the breath

Of morns early kiss

Upon your cheeks

Walk with me

Through gully’s deep

See the ferns

In Gods own garden

Feel the morns dew

On your lips

Smell dawns rise

And watch nature unfold

In a panorama of sunrise

This is the land

Of your birth

This is our land

This is our earth

Walk forward little boots

Walk forward little mate

The world is open

And belongs to you

From your lands

You were born

And on your lands

You will leave your name

Walk with me little boots

And see through ancient eyes

We are old

Yet we are young

Hold onto your innocence

And grow into the spirit


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Legends Of Chile

Originally posted on Welcome To Aussie Emus World:

This is a legend that was explained to me when I was in Chile a couple of years ago.It is a well known story in Chile with numerous references to it in Artwork and Music

The Pincoya is, according to local mythology, a female “water spirit” of the Chilotan Seas. The Pincoya is said to have long blond hair, be of incomparable beauty, be cheerful and sensual, and rise from the depths of the sea.

Naked and pure, she personifies the fertility of marine species. Through her ritual dance she provides the chilote (resident of Chiloé) with an abundance or deficiency of fish and seafood. If she performs her dance facing the sea, it means that these shores will have an abundance of fish. When she dances facing the mountains, her back to the sea, seafood will be scarce. Chiloean mythology is appreciative of the Pincoya, believed to be good…

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Aircraft Flyover Chilean Commemoration Day 2009

During my sojourn in Chile in 2009, apart from numerous adventures and sightseeing, I was fortunate to be there on their national commemoration day.

The Chilean commemoration day is much like Remembrance day or our Anzac day, except for one difference, apart from an Army, Navy and Air force display,

Incorporated is a display of all National government bodies, the Carabinierie , ( Police ),search and rescue teams and many other Para government organizations.

The Commemoration parade took over for hours to pass with the then President, Michelle Bachelet opening the parade, Michelle Bachelet was very popular, to the extent she was returned after one term as President again. In Chilean politics no President can stand for a second term, the winning party can still nominate another candidate, but not the outgoing Presidential candidate. This ensures a party is in power for four years, irrespective of being good or bad, pity that form of Parliamentary governance is not endorsed here in Australia.

However I am digressing there, back to the parade, the parade on the ground was spectacular, flamboyant floats, horses, motorcycles and spectacular displays of uniforms with a Bohemian background, yet all part of Chile’s history. The purpose of this post is to share one part of the parade, which was an aerial flyover of various aircrafts that are in use, and or, part of the history of Chile’s aviation past.

The flyover incorporated Helicopters, General small planes, Fighter Jets, cargo planes, Naval planes and many more that I certainly had not seen before.

My recognition of Helicopters and Planes is limited to my service in the Australian Army, Papua New Guinea and Vietnam. My recognition powers pertain to the Huey and Chinook helicopters, Huey gunships, and the Caribou and Hercules planes.

This post and pics may be boring to some, however I wish to share them, as I have a couple of followers on Word press, who have an interest in Military aviation, and aviation in general.

I will add for those who have an interest, that During the Pinochet regime, when the country was ruled by a military dictatorship, all weapons of warfare were designed and built in Chile, this included aircraft and ships, I believe that many of these aircraft are from that era, and have never been seen outside of South America before, except in exceptional circumstances.

The flyover was open to the public so don’t think I breached any National Security criteria for filming them.

Would be interested in what my friend on Word press, gp makes of the pics.

Kind regards to all and keep smiling




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