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Pages Cafe ’05

I’ve discovered that AustLit have a full bibliographic listing of my publications, including this chapbook published in 2006 to say thanks to the poets who performed at my Poets Corner  events between 2005 and 2008.

http://www.austlit.edu.au/austlit/page/C820752?mainTabTemplate=workTableOfContents&embId=Z1857424&from=40&count=20&sortWorksBy=byPageAsc

Each poem is now registered and available to read, including a poem by Jack Thompson’s (the actor) father from an out of print book which I later gave Jack, re-published with his kind permission:

The Sunbather  I shield my face. My eyes are closed. I spin  John Thompson , 1935 poetry (p. 41)

AustLit requires certain hurdles to jump if you want to read the poems, so I’ve copied one of my poems from the book “Pages ’05”:

Suits and Ties                                                        

Your corporate wardrobe titillates.

Challenges me to abandon –

invites you to swim with me –

in a sea wet with desire.

 

Throw off your hard shell,

your calm, controlled exterior

and reveal the let-go you.

The knot of your tie,

 

like seaweed trapping

the unaware swimmer,

restricting your neck –

choking.  Stopping words

 

that reveal your heart.

Speech splinters jab at me

– stabbing me with purpose

pricking my memory of

 

a shipwrecked love

laid low in my sub-marine.

I want you to loosen your tie

with purpose, invite intimacy,

 

soul revelations as you

breast-stroke in deep water –

prove the want – the known need

to be swamped by passion.

 

The three-piece suit necessary

clothing – layers hiding…

Providing warmth, weighing

where sun shafts can’t penetrate

 

or offer paths of lighted guidance.

Relinquish your quintessence!

Allow this sensual drowning

– while arms cleave in swells

 

of touch, taste and heat –

liquid languishing laid naked

to my reciprocal need.

Dismiss the discipline

 

of habitual analysis?

Take off those polished shoes –

shake off the weight and surrender

to feelings incomprehensible

 

to the clever business brain.

Allow unknown, unrehearsed,

unrestrained actions –

releases of reason, to win.

 

I watch you purposely dive

our murky, bottomless depths.

Hands locked together, arms

pointed straight above your head

 

protecting – patiently proving

your commitment, your leap

with one compulsive breath

into our eventual eternity.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003

(First appeared in “Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey” published in Ireland, 2003.)

@FrancesMForde   #FrancesMacForde  #Father’sDay  #PoetsCorner   #BOOK:Pages’05  #StateLibraryWA   #AustLit  #POEM:Suits&Ties  #Poetry  #ExploringPossibilities  #BOOK:HiddenCapacity   #CorporatePoem  #LovePoems   #ACTOR:JackThompson

 

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CastleRedmond Court, Midleton, Co Cork. 2003.

 

Furnishings

 

listening to shower

water rhythms

 

then silence as you

shave sans mirror

 

wafts of Gillette

down the stairs

 

zing straight to

my wanton womb

 

I mouth blues

chopping garlic

 

you appear saying

‘For some reason

 

I am suddenly starving!’

  

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003

@FrancesMForde  #FrancesMacForde  #LovePoems  #Romance  #SketchingInIreland  #Beggorathon2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When I was younger with two little ones, I was right into cooking and housekeeping.

Now – not so much.

If what needs to be gets done, gets done – great.

Otherwise, I know it will still be there later.

Cooking these days, is more about convenience.

So although I don’t usually do this, hey, it’s a great idea:  breakfast, lunch or dinner – in a mug!

A Delicious Dance

In my kitchen

I contemplate a new mix,

a special combination

with heightened flavors.

The perfected recipe.

 

At last, a chance

to bite into real love!

The thrill of discovery

I’ve tried unsuccessfully

to master, for years.

 

Many times before,

I tried blending,

picking ingredients

so carefully…

impatiently

stirring the pot.

 

But I wrongly used

wooden utensils –

failed to find

the perfect dish,

until you added

that extra dash.

 

That Mysterious tang

which previously

eluded my search –

that ultimate formula.

 

Tempting my taste buds,

leaving them bereft

of that special essence,

everlasting love.

 

You are the recipe

and lust the icing

on my now perfected

carrot cake of life.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2002

(from “Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey”.)

 

@FrancesMForde  #FrancesMacForde  #BOOK:HiddenCapacity  #POEM:ADeliciousDance

#poetry  #FavoriteRecipies  #LovePoems

 

 

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There’s no place for love at this time in my life.

I envy those who achieve the balance of need.

Opportunities ignored in the interest of safe-ness,

flying toward my ability’s determined focus.

 

Children gone in their own living-dreams direction,

their lessons learnt and heeded.  My job’s complete.

Is this my way of avoiding the ‘empty nest’ syndrome;

gathering materials for comfort as I settle to old age?

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003

(1st Pub. “Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey”, Ireland 2003)

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #HiddenCapacity  #LovePoems  #Romance

 

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Love is like taking a bus…

In my car, the seat belt secures,

holding steady against the bumps and sways,

harnessing against the change in equilibrium,

but I am on a bus – The Love Bus.

The corners are killers – no seat belt – no you!

 

I need you to steady my seat – hold my body still,

temper my impetuous reactions to change.

I need to be wrapped in bonds that secure,

sort out my floundering in an unfamiliar sea.

When the waves crash – you are prepared.

We are standing, weight evenly balanced,

 

both feet planted firmly in our future.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003

(1st Pub. “Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey”, Ireland 2003)

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #HiddenCapacity  #LovePoems  #Romance

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You just want to see

how I eat ice creams.

Do I take bites,

or enclose the cream?

Covering the teeth,

protecting

the delicate surface.

Sliding softly

over the peak,

held delicately

in my hand,

fingers wrapped,

guiding.

I lick around

in long strokes

working my way

to the tip, then

short tasting licks.

Quick flicks

that tantalize.

Swirl my tongue

round and round.

Over the top

occasionally.

Taking the whole,

fitting perfectly,

smoothed by

the shape of my mouth.

A little nip before release

and I swallow the cream

with a smile…

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003

(1st Pub. “Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey”, Ireland 2003)

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #HiddenCapacity  #LovePoems  #Romance

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I lie in my bed and sail unfamiliar seas.

I am lost with no map, no guidance.

I still marvel because you love me.

 

Is the breeze which finds your sheets

as warm and strong – comforting,

as the sweet breathe of  this new life?

 

A promise of new love – remembered love.

Your pursed lips blow photographed kisses

across 10,000 miles. My wounded heart

 

responds – leaps in hope – wallows in want

too scared to expect love. Yet, convinced

by your confident words that all my dreams

 

are possible…

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003

(1st Pub. “Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey”, Ireland 2003)

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #HiddenCapacity  #LovePoems  #Romance

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For those who didn’t go to Jessica McCallum’s linked pages in yesterday’s post, I thought I would share the other poem written to her second painting in the set.

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KEPT

Here I am, waiting for your touch,

pulling down the sun – shouting

screaming to be heard above

white noise; direct lines dedicated,

servers on your world wide web.

I feel the electric zings tingling

finger tips to toes, turn my cheek

expecting the slap as you run away…

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2009

#FrancesMacaulayForde    #ARTISTJessicaMcCallum   #POEM:Kept  #ArtAsTheSpark  #JessicaMcCallum  #Love  #HoldingLove  #Poems  #LovePoem

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06FMF Postcard 16

A while ago, I was introduced to the French Cinquain and fell in love.  The rhythm and structure seems to flow easily for me, so I wrote quite a few.  This one is from a series of five written after a workshop in 2002.

The photo was taken when my sister-in-law Hazel and I had lunch in a little restaurant on South Perth foreshore, with views over the mighty Swan River to Perth City, on a foggy Autumn Day.

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #PoetryPostcards  #Cinquains  #Poetry  #FrenchPoetry  #Trust  #Romance  #LovePoems  #SouthPerth  #PerthCity  #SwanRiver

 

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I learnt an embarrassing lesson yesterday; don’t rush!

I hit the ‘publish’ button like I would the ‘enter’ button – big mistake!  Unconcerned, I thought I’d just correct and ‘Update’ which, of course, I did in seconds.

Embarrassingly the preview of the blog post (goes everywhere!) stayed as the original un-edited version although when ‘read more’ was clicked, the corrected version appeared!

Lesson well and truly learnt!  Writing and posting when you’re tired or in a rush – just don’t do it!  I do sincerely apologize.

Hopefully I can make amends with a poem written before love returned to my life.

 

DOORS CLOSING

How often has the door closed on opportunity for me?

And how many times have I shut it?

 

‘Well, open it again.’ You say.  Not so easy

when it is wedged with prejudice.

 

Locked with lies about your femininity

and jammed with judicial errors.

 

I am an opportunist and I do believe

as one door closes, another… you know.

 

But sometimes, for my sanity, I take

the easy way out.  My heart’s the same.

 

I’m not brave in letting that door stand ajar.

The solid barrier protecting my comfort zone.

 

A jack-hammer wouldn’t be heard now!

I’m deaf to desire and numb to need.

 

The woolen blanket around my feelings keeps me warm.

I lock the door, pocket the key, work and love in secret.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2000

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #Poem  #LovePoem  #Poetry  #Romance  #ComfortZone  #Desire  #DoorsClosing  #Lessons

 

 

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