Maestro

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What if my life was just a play
I watched upon a screen
From someplace far away from here
Some place I've never seen

What if events that had transpired
Were planned and calculated
All the things that I had done
Were carefully orchestrated

Would I watch in fascination
From that place so far away
Or would I just be bored to death
Each and every day

What if it was my choice to draw
The path my life would take
That things depended on the thoughtful
Choices I would make

Would it not be more intriguing
Playing out before my eyes
If it was up to me to solve
The puzzle of my whys 

Wouldn't it be more fulfilling
To see the life I made
Where my free-will precluded
Engineered or readymade

Well I think that's just what we do
As we gaze out from the stars
We make our own life's happiness
Or create resultant scars

We do not need to intervene
From that place so far away
For we direct our own production
For as long as we can stay

By Sharon Cunningham 

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Fire's Throttle

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a compounded unveiling of swelling flight
curious and euphoric
like a stealth swaddling of domination
a beautiful belonging like salt in the sea
a surreal super sonic mind f**k fantasy
peaceful and erotic
an undressing with a price
creeping soft like feathers
violating the senses
hard and jagged
like a crashing lie upon your lips
in a consensual kaleidoscope
of pin prick paralysis
casting you and drifting you
into a magical mystery ride you can never exit
like melted wax on your sexiest level
in an ecstasy so strong your mascara bleeds
and leaves a fever screaming in the mind
as a joyful explosion of challenging war
forever scarred, rude and disfigured in a distorted torment of deafening awareness
a blurred vision sighting of contrast
like the lines of an outdated tv screen
dusted in a colorful crucification of black and white
shading an unparalleled happy of inside out gray
I tattooed dizziness of shocking celestial wave
in a sloppy soaked pornographic play ground of punishment
a psychedelic religion of defiance
shedding no mercy for your aching desire
in a paramount preface to a never ending chapter
barely scraping the surface of your life trilogy
mute like a newborn's first breath,
unspoken and innocent
in a new found awakening and glory of understanding
a fist full of firecrackers, so beautiful
an awe so spectacular it's shaking you
for an eye opening, sparkling, downward spiral of a welcome mat
it was the teardrops destined falling
in the heartbroken's blissful adoption of suffering want
 

By Quila Sinclaire

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My Shining Knight

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Cherry lips • Await your kiss • Tenderly pressed • And sealed with bliss • Eager arms • To wrap you in • The brightest smile • The hidden grin • Heart thumps wildly • As you draw near • Brazen words of love • Whispered in my ear • Bare, I am • From head to toe • A hidden fire • My skin aglow • Yet before you I stand • Fully clothed • Wild emotions • Freely Exposed • This is the day • I celebrate YOU • No other love • For me, will do • I've held you close • A thousand times • Sealed your essence into my rhymes • You've shared my days • And reign at night • You are my King • My Shining Knight


By Sharon Cunningham
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If You Please

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Please don't tell me what you want
When you wrap your arms around me
Or all the things you'd like to do
If you please,  just show me

Please don't describe where you have been
Where you felt most carefree
Where you'd love to go again
If you please,  just take me

Please don't shower me with gifts
That you hope will charm me
I only need to see your heart
If you please,  just love me

By Sharon Cunningham
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To Call Australia Home

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We are but one people with the linking of hands
Our hearts beat as one, with the melding of lands
We’re the dusty red soil, and the glorious streams
We are one proud heart with limitless dreams

We have iconic spire rocks
Wild eucalyptus, and wattle blossoms
Clear waters, amazing beaches
And furry brushtail possums
Secured and connected, together as one
One people, many hearts, under a vehement sun

Ancestors and creation, all part of The Dreaming
Conceived this new land, life thus began teeming
Red rocks were born
Of the dust and the lime
And moulded from the visions
Of spirits of time

Waters had once raged and helped shaped the land
The earth that erupted has eroded to sand
Squatters and swagmen tended it with their hands
While crystal blue skies prevailed over the lands
TO CALL AUSTRALIA HOME
Together, we’re all fine mates, loyal and proud
No one is too lowly, no one disavowed
The radiant Southern cross proudly waves high above
Australia is home and the land that we love

By Sharon Cunningham 

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Into the Fray

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No more tomorrows do they see
Nor words of love said, can there be
They left all behind as they buried their fear
To them it was duty they felt was more dear

So many left home for the very first time
The most crucial thing to happen in their short lifetime
Just barely 18, full of honour and pride
Sadly, many young boys were said to have died

Many a mother wailed as she clung to her son
She cared not one whit of the wrongs he had done
For he was her baby going off to the war
No more could she ask him to do one more chore

Dads stood by proudly as their boys took their place
They wished it was them, while tears streamed down their face
No longer could they hold back and present a strong front
Throats constricted and words issued in an inaudible grunt

Anxious wives hugged husbands and clutched children’s hands
It would fall on them now to handle life’s heavy demands
There were many young brides unconsoled on this day
Watching husbands trudge away, visibly in the family way

Thus into the mist they did depart, 
By foot and train, with heavy heart
Not only young men, but older too, 
Thousands and thousands, not just a few

Hour by hour, and day by day
Every brave moment they spent in the fray
This was not glory, this war was pain
The terror and misery they could never feign
We know you fought bravely, however beset
In our hearts you’ll remain
Lest We Forget
 

By Sharon Cunningham

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My Feathered Quill

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I wrote sweet words of love to you
That flowed from line to line
My quill just seemed to scribe itself
Well it knew, this heart of mine

I penned how hard my heart would beat
Whenever you were near
How your passionate words of love
Would echo in my ear

I wrote of how delightful flurries
Would dash across my skin
Even how your touch oft made me giggle -- Much to my chagrin

But then they all just disappeared!
All those loving words I'd penned! 
What appeared, instead, etched by my quill
"Our love will never end!"

By Sharon Cunningham

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The Golden Chalice

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Good morning king
I've traveled far
To bring you special things
None of which are glittery
Like jewels or showy rings

Of all the things I've brought to you
One is most dear to me
For I have kept it secreted
Only meant for you to see

Since no one else must see it
No one but you and I
No one could understand it
Nor what it doth signify

You see, I've waited ages
Looking back, that time has flown
To you, I offer my Golden Chalice, 
To place upon your Throne
 

By Sharon Cunningham

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