Little of Danny Furlong's poetry remains after the Great Computer Stuff-up of 2010.
Seasons
Tinder-dry forest a dull olive-green and a bushfire in your head,
Footfalls hard on rocky ground and storm-clouds piled high.
Heat to be smelt,
Stillness to be heard,
And silence to be touched.
A deluge washes away the lifelessness and the air is clean.
Water chatters along gullies,
Breezes ruffle wet leaves,
And moisture beads glitter.
****
Smouldering leaves with smoke upwards then flatly,
Smoke heavy with memories of childhood.
Crisp evening sounds yonder - axe-chops, voices, laughter.
God scatters diamonds across the heavens
then he pushes them down so they can nearly be touched.
Silence blankets the town.
A dog barks,
A car drives off across the valley,
And fog lies cold in the dips in the road.
****
Wet news-pages buffeted along the gutter by a sleet-laden wind.
Dismal street, faded street-lamps, bare trees,
And a deserted tram rumbles into the emptiness.
Rain drums on the tin roof,
Steamy shower, warmed towels,
Soft music, red wine, flickering firelight,
And entwined bodies.
****
Eagles press mountain air to earth,
High-plain grasses, grey-green and springy, launch hares from bound to bound,
And streams cry terrified as trout wage 'gainst them.
Dewy gossamers in the bush, sunlight jewels on faerie silk,
Breezes rustle the trees, spirits of faded dreams,
And caterpillars devour new growth, gourmet fare.
Click this link for a free download of Seasons
Who I am
Spring flowers in high valleys are your beauty
And the lush pastures are your body -
Giving peace and contentment.
Your loving heart is the purity of fresh snow.
I'm a mountaineer on Love's peak.
Wafting seaweed is your sensuous touch
And open beaches are your body -
Imprinted with footsteps of me.
You nature is seahorses and mermaids.
I'm a beachcomber on Love's shore.
Canopied leaves above are your hair
And their soft moistness is your body -
Regenerating life.
Your character is vibrant butterflies.
I'm a botanist in Love's garden.
Awesome currents are your love
And sweeping bends are your body -
Carrying me beyond my expectations.
Your shyness is darting fish.
I'm a fisherman on Love's bank.
The World
I sit all day;
I never talk.
Sometimes I think 'A chat and a walk',
but need I chatter or on byways stalk?
From where I sit
I see peoples,
places,
every sight
All the world with all its delight;
I love all the Beauties my heart desires -
ebony, dusky, porcelain white;
I talk to presidents, princes, kings
Advising to problems and all sorts of things -
ponderous, weighty, sometimes light;
I talk with Buddha, Lama, Christ
And with silvery tongue love can heist -
A heart to submission with hardly a fight.
I sit all day with never a word,
but the world's in my daydreams -
unspoken,
unheard.
Then and Now
Then was richer, fuller, more
Ninety percent, maybe ninety five
('Tis never a hundred percent, a shade more always fits -
Another laugh, another love, less sleep more living
A shade more always).
Then was an Elizabethan meal, Elizabeth the First.
The surfeit of a banquet with seven courses,
Quail eggs, pheasant or grouse in season, duck, trout, venison, roast beef, then pudding,
With strong red wine and then more wine and more.
A surfeit, replete.
Then was a pregnant plane lumbering a too-heavy payload,
Its payload divers of the sky … men, women, old, young
Diverse divers, skydivers,
Pregnant plane spiralling skyward high, a dragonfly heavy with life yearning a pond,
Eggs at seven thousand feet, eggs to ants tumbling towards the patchwork,
Fences, roads, flatness, and a beckoning swamp that’s a siren's call for dragonflies heavy with life.
Ants to figures flat at terminal velocity,
Sirens' musical callings from far below
Earth's enticing callings.
Limbs bent backwards, arms in for a somersault, knees in for a backwards flip
Drifting together at three thousand feet in a calculated design,
Hands link a circle, parting to throw silken canopies
Colourful butterflies, butterflies drifting in silence,
Flatness floating upwards with earthsounds crystal-clear, upturned faces crystal-clear
Closer ... closer ... closer ... over.
Then was you and me and the summertime creek
Hot grassy creek banks long pale-beige dry
Sun thinking heat, grass thinking heat, heat in your heart
Heat in your head, in your body, in your thighs, passion
Heat in my head, in my body, in my thighs, passion
Passion rampant
Bodies together, mouths together, searching hands, searching tongues, searching minds.
You part to me and your parting's music
A siren's musical callings from your parting
Music filling my senses and music from your parting.
My body on your body, my music joins your music, my body in your body.
Then was summer's sudden storms
Creeping through the wet bush dripping bush wet bush in lowest gear
Wet leaf carpet fallen leaves
Sliding sideways down a slippery slope swiping trees.
Rock-laden truck stops 'gainst a stump, more dents
She standing beside me holding my arm, She growls holding her teddy
'Careful, Daddy!'
A rock wall growing, rocks fitting with uneven rocks but steady still,
'This one next, Daddy? This one?'
Teddy watching from the ground with his back to the wall
Music from the wall when the rocks harmonise.
'Can we go swimming, Daddy?'
Shallow water, muddy and cold deep in the centre
Cold steel clinking steel clinking armour, trout lurking in the colder depths and yabbies.
Paddling a small raft naked this way 'n that with She naked too backed between my sunbrown legs
Her sunbrown body warm to my stomach, her hair brushing my chest.
'That way, Daddy ... there ... No, there!'
She holding my shoulders when I swim, music from my soul
'That way, Daddy ... there ... No, there!'
She dog-paddling to shore, dog-paddling furious small dog-paddling parting
She the siren singing silently, drawing me to play, to splash, to frolic
Music from her smile drawing me
She’s the siren.
The baby’s another siren with happy cooings from her bath and contented gurglings from her cot
Her siren's musical callings.
Then was the sun thinking heat heat heat
Dry leaves curling underfoot under the broken tree-canopy.
Dry leaves thinking heat into my soles, into my feet
Running feet
Running feet running feet running heat sweat-unsweet
Pounding feet.
Blue wren hopping, searching the forest floor
Foraging food from the forest floor
Dull mate likewise hopping searching,
Bursting upon them they dart
They dart, more fast flutter than dart … escape.
Dry leaves thinking heat, running feet
Running feet running feet running heat sweat unsweet pounding feet.
Wallabies panting in the heat, in the hot shade
Panting in the dry forest, bush really
Spindly bush
Dry bush waterless bush hot shade heat my feet running heat
Black Wallabies panting in the heat
Alerted by my pounding feet, hot running feet.
Alert, panting, listening, panting …ears eyes panting alert
Bursting upon them they bound, more bounding hop than bound
Scattering in different directions, parting.
Dry leaves thinking heat, dry leaves curling, dry leaves thinking heat, running feet
Running feet running feet running heat sweat-unsweet running feet.
Running's a siren's singing
It's siren's musical callings louder every day
Calling ... music ... calling ... music ... calling.
Heat dryness sweat exhaustion and hours wasted miles run
Six seven ten miles a day, every day
Louder callings
Can't stop
Louder faster louder longer louder faster
A siren singing
A siren's musical callings.
Then was dim and warm evenings, toasty warm and no light 'cept flickering flames
You before a fireplace arched in the old house
Faded red floral carpet
You before a fireplace arched lying
Lying facedown on a bath towel
You lying before an arched fireplace, naked and inviting … a siren
Your body already calling musically.
Your back freckly brown and fleshy, conductor musicians audience in my fingers,
Calling the orchestra of your body to order,
Finger pads and heel of palms my baton instruments and ears.
Palm and finger your shoulders neck to arms and back and out
And back and out and back and out and back and out and back,
Surface gentle then deeper and deeper
And deeper and stronger
Hear their lowly strain your relaxing muscles
Hear their relaxing airs.
I play your neck likewise up and down and up and down and up,
One thumb pressed long under your skull's base commanding a plaintive melody,
Nay, one low drawn-out note,
Then heels of my palms down your spine - your tree of life.
Not quite down your spine, it's too bony bumpy there, but down the muscle ridges that parallel it,
Down and up, down and up and down,
Always surface gentle then deeper and deeper and deeper
Hear each lowly strain, hear your relaxing muscles, hear their relaxing airs.
Now down and up many fluid strokes up and out
Up and out and up and out and out and out and out beyond your sides to find your hidden breasts,
Gently there!
Gently nipples softly nipples
Soft nipples firmer now
Tra-laa-laa standing picalos
Standing nipples singing tra-laa-laa
Notes running off the page, but wrench back to your spine
Diminishing singing diminishing
Back on the page.
Up and out fingers through flesh, through muscle, through flesh
Deep, sensuous, luxurious … luxurious over-weightness
Lost in the harmony of luxury
Lost in the sirens' musical callings of luxurious over-weightness.
Up and out and up and out and up and out and up and out and up and out and up and out,
Then lightly down down around over and up
Lightly around your small-of-the-back fine hairs nearly fine fuzz lightly
Lightly ever-so lightly lightly.
You're parting, opening up,
Music from your parting thrilling my fingers' ears,
Tempting, enticing,
Another siren enticing me with its music
THE Siren.
Stop those ears deep through your buttocks
Cheeks, wondrously-fleshy cheeks … stoppers to The Siren,
Deep through your cheeks, more up and out and more and more
Surface gentle then deeper and deeper
And deeper and stronger
Hear their lowly strain, their measure, cheeks moreso than your back
More flesh, more muscle, more flesh
Deep and sensuous
Lost in the harmony of luxury
Luxurious over-weightness
Lost in the sirens' musical callings of luxurious over-weightness.
Conductor leaving your cheeks then down and under,
Musicians leaving your cheeks then down and under -
Music filling my fingers' senses, forbidden fruit within your parting,
Fingers conduct your parting, fingers play your parting, fingers enthralled by the music of your parting.
Music from your parting.
My body on your body, my music joins your music with my body in your body.
Then was succulent, ripe, tender
Then was near complete, near quenched, near satiated
Then was rounded. Now's leaner, lean
Fifty percent, nay thirty or less
Now's fare for a Vegan, vegetables nuts and fruits.
Nay, fare for a dieting Vegan - vegetables nuts and fruits without the nuts and fruits.
Now's not bad just less, less depth, less quality, less can, more can't.
Can't speak, can't move much, can't eat well, can't drink well
Throat can't handle alcohol, can't handle bubbles -
Like champagne and other wine, beer and coke
Soft drink fizzy drink mineral water Alka Seltzer
No more need for Alka Seltzer though.
Can't speak, can't move much, can't play with She or with her sister
'Play with us Daddy, you never play with us, Daddy! - Just because you can't -
Let's use him for the wicket!'
Bitches, young bitches … they don't though.
'You' a different you now.
You're more vibrant than that most vibrant butterfly,
Vibrant beyond compare and you're gentler than butterfly kisses.
On my back kissing you, Butterfly.
Good arm, very partly good, under your neck, fumbly feeble fingers grope down your breast and your nipple beyond my ineffective reach,
Other arm clenched up tight , up tight On my chest
Kissing, kissing, kissing, and not much else from me ‘cept sex.
At times my eyes though, sparkling eyes, eyes that speak much more than words.
Now's not bad at times
At times when you hear my eyes speak more than words
Music to your mind.
Such times aren't often though.
Forbidden fruit within your parting, fruit forever forbidden my fingers, far beyond my fingers’ reach.
No fingers conduct your parting, no fingers play your parting,
Music in your parting's from your mind only
Only ever from your mind
Muted music from your mind, very muted music.
Your body on my body, your music joins my music, my body in your body.
Muted music becoming rock music, rock music rock music rock music!
High music at our beginning then just muted music
New love guided your fingers at our beginning
Conductor musicians audience your fingers at our beginning
My orchestra finely-tuned at our beginning, but now it’s often three-piece Rock,
Discordant Rock.
Fate's little jokes
The Fates Zeus Khrishna Allah Buddah God Fate, whoever name
Little jokes
Move-er can't move much, talker can't talk, runner can't run
Worker can't work, diver can't dive
Neither sky nor scuba
Writer can't hold a pen can't hardly type, lover can't hardly make love.
Fate's little jokes, but them’s the breaks.
Seasons
Tinder-dry forest a dull olive-green and a bushfire in your head,
Footfalls hard on rocky ground and storm-clouds piled high.
Heat to be smelt,
Stillness to be heard,
And silence to be touched.
A deluge washes away the lifelessness and the air is clean.
Water chatters along gullies,
Breezes ruffle wet leaves,
And moisture beads glitter.
****
Smouldering leaves with smoke upwards then flatly,
Smoke heavy with memories of childhood.
Crisp evening sounds yonder - axe-chops, voices, laughter.
God scatters diamonds across the heavens
then he pushes them down so they can nearly be touched.
Silence blankets the town.
A dog barks,
A car drives off across the valley,
And fog lies cold in the dips in the road.
****
Wet news-pages buffeted along the gutter by a sleet-laden wind.
Dismal street, faded street-lamps, bare trees,
And a deserted tram rumbles into the emptiness.
Rain drums on the tin roof,
Steamy shower, warmed towels,
Soft music, red wine, flickering firelight,
And entwined bodies.
****
Eagles press mountain air to earth,
High-plain grasses, grey-green and springy, launch hares from bound to bound,
And streams cry terrified as trout wage 'gainst them.
Dewy gossamers in the bush, sunlight jewels on faerie silk,
Breezes rustle the trees, spirits of faded dreams,
And caterpillars devour new growth, gourmet fare.
Click this link for a free download of Seasons
Who I am
Spring flowers in high valleys are your beauty
And the lush pastures are your body -
Giving peace and contentment.
Your loving heart is the purity of fresh snow.
I'm a mountaineer on Love's peak.
Wafting seaweed is your sensuous touch
And open beaches are your body -
Imprinted with footsteps of me.
You nature is seahorses and mermaids.
I'm a beachcomber on Love's shore.
Canopied leaves above are your hair
And their soft moistness is your body -
Regenerating life.
Your character is vibrant butterflies.
I'm a botanist in Love's garden.
Awesome currents are your love
And sweeping bends are your body -
Carrying me beyond my expectations.
Your shyness is darting fish.
I'm a fisherman on Love's bank.
The World
I sit all day;
I never talk.
Sometimes I think 'A chat and a walk',
but need I chatter or on byways stalk?
From where I sit
I see peoples,
places,
every sight
All the world with all its delight;
I love all the Beauties my heart desires -
ebony, dusky, porcelain white;
I talk to presidents, princes, kings
Advising to problems and all sorts of things -
ponderous, weighty, sometimes light;
I talk with Buddha, Lama, Christ
And with silvery tongue love can heist -
A heart to submission with hardly a fight.
I sit all day with never a word,
but the world's in my daydreams -
unspoken,
unheard.
Then and Now
Then was richer, fuller, more
Ninety percent, maybe ninety five
('Tis never a hundred percent, a shade more always fits -
Another laugh, another love, less sleep more living
A shade more always).
Then was an Elizabethan meal, Elizabeth the First.
The surfeit of a banquet with seven courses,
Quail eggs, pheasant or grouse in season, duck, trout, venison, roast beef, then pudding,
With strong red wine and then more wine and more.
A surfeit, replete.
Then was a pregnant plane lumbering a too-heavy payload,
Its payload divers of the sky … men, women, old, young
Diverse divers, skydivers,
Pregnant plane spiralling skyward high, a dragonfly heavy with life yearning a pond,
Eggs at seven thousand feet, eggs to ants tumbling towards the patchwork,
Fences, roads, flatness, and a beckoning swamp that’s a siren's call for dragonflies heavy with life.
Ants to figures flat at terminal velocity,
Sirens' musical callings from far below
Earth's enticing callings.
Limbs bent backwards, arms in for a somersault, knees in for a backwards flip
Drifting together at three thousand feet in a calculated design,
Hands link a circle, parting to throw silken canopies
Colourful butterflies, butterflies drifting in silence,
Flatness floating upwards with earthsounds crystal-clear, upturned faces crystal-clear
Closer ... closer ... closer ... over.
Then was you and me and the summertime creek
Hot grassy creek banks long pale-beige dry
Sun thinking heat, grass thinking heat, heat in your heart
Heat in your head, in your body, in your thighs, passion
Heat in my head, in my body, in my thighs, passion
Passion rampant
Bodies together, mouths together, searching hands, searching tongues, searching minds.
You part to me and your parting's music
A siren's musical callings from your parting
Music filling my senses and music from your parting.
My body on your body, my music joins your music, my body in your body.
Then was summer's sudden storms
Creeping through the wet bush dripping bush wet bush in lowest gear
Wet leaf carpet fallen leaves
Sliding sideways down a slippery slope swiping trees.
Rock-laden truck stops 'gainst a stump, more dents
She standing beside me holding my arm, She growls holding her teddy
'Careful, Daddy!'
A rock wall growing, rocks fitting with uneven rocks but steady still,
'This one next, Daddy? This one?'
Teddy watching from the ground with his back to the wall
Music from the wall when the rocks harmonise.
'Can we go swimming, Daddy?'
Shallow water, muddy and cold deep in the centre
Cold steel clinking steel clinking armour, trout lurking in the colder depths and yabbies.
Paddling a small raft naked this way 'n that with She naked too backed between my sunbrown legs
Her sunbrown body warm to my stomach, her hair brushing my chest.
'That way, Daddy ... there ... No, there!'
She holding my shoulders when I swim, music from my soul
'That way, Daddy ... there ... No, there!'
She dog-paddling to shore, dog-paddling furious small dog-paddling parting
She the siren singing silently, drawing me to play, to splash, to frolic
Music from her smile drawing me
She’s the siren.
The baby’s another siren with happy cooings from her bath and contented gurglings from her cot
Her siren's musical callings.
Then was the sun thinking heat heat heat
Dry leaves curling underfoot under the broken tree-canopy.
Dry leaves thinking heat into my soles, into my feet
Running feet
Running feet running feet running heat sweat-unsweet
Pounding feet.
Blue wren hopping, searching the forest floor
Foraging food from the forest floor
Dull mate likewise hopping searching,
Bursting upon them they dart
They dart, more fast flutter than dart … escape.
Dry leaves thinking heat, running feet
Running feet running feet running heat sweat unsweet pounding feet.
Wallabies panting in the heat, in the hot shade
Panting in the dry forest, bush really
Spindly bush
Dry bush waterless bush hot shade heat my feet running heat
Black Wallabies panting in the heat
Alerted by my pounding feet, hot running feet.
Alert, panting, listening, panting …ears eyes panting alert
Bursting upon them they bound, more bounding hop than bound
Scattering in different directions, parting.
Dry leaves thinking heat, dry leaves curling, dry leaves thinking heat, running feet
Running feet running feet running heat sweat-unsweet running feet.
Running's a siren's singing
It's siren's musical callings louder every day
Calling ... music ... calling ... music ... calling.
Heat dryness sweat exhaustion and hours wasted miles run
Six seven ten miles a day, every day
Louder callings
Can't stop
Louder faster louder longer louder faster
A siren singing
A siren's musical callings.
Then was dim and warm evenings, toasty warm and no light 'cept flickering flames
You before a fireplace arched in the old house
Faded red floral carpet
You before a fireplace arched lying
Lying facedown on a bath towel
You lying before an arched fireplace, naked and inviting … a siren
Your body already calling musically.
Your back freckly brown and fleshy, conductor musicians audience in my fingers,
Calling the orchestra of your body to order,
Finger pads and heel of palms my baton instruments and ears.
Palm and finger your shoulders neck to arms and back and out
And back and out and back and out and back and out and back,
Surface gentle then deeper and deeper
And deeper and stronger
Hear their lowly strain your relaxing muscles
Hear their relaxing airs.
I play your neck likewise up and down and up and down and up,
One thumb pressed long under your skull's base commanding a plaintive melody,
Nay, one low drawn-out note,
Then heels of my palms down your spine - your tree of life.
Not quite down your spine, it's too bony bumpy there, but down the muscle ridges that parallel it,
Down and up, down and up and down,
Always surface gentle then deeper and deeper and deeper
Hear each lowly strain, hear your relaxing muscles, hear their relaxing airs.
Now down and up many fluid strokes up and out
Up and out and up and out and out and out and out beyond your sides to find your hidden breasts,
Gently there!
Gently nipples softly nipples
Soft nipples firmer now
Tra-laa-laa standing picalos
Standing nipples singing tra-laa-laa
Notes running off the page, but wrench back to your spine
Diminishing singing diminishing
Back on the page.
Up and out fingers through flesh, through muscle, through flesh
Deep, sensuous, luxurious … luxurious over-weightness
Lost in the harmony of luxury
Lost in the sirens' musical callings of luxurious over-weightness.
Up and out and up and out and up and out and up and out and up and out and up and out,
Then lightly down down around over and up
Lightly around your small-of-the-back fine hairs nearly fine fuzz lightly
Lightly ever-so lightly lightly.
You're parting, opening up,
Music from your parting thrilling my fingers' ears,
Tempting, enticing,
Another siren enticing me with its music
THE Siren.
Stop those ears deep through your buttocks
Cheeks, wondrously-fleshy cheeks … stoppers to The Siren,
Deep through your cheeks, more up and out and more and more
Surface gentle then deeper and deeper
And deeper and stronger
Hear their lowly strain, their measure, cheeks moreso than your back
More flesh, more muscle, more flesh
Deep and sensuous
Lost in the harmony of luxury
Luxurious over-weightness
Lost in the sirens' musical callings of luxurious over-weightness.
Conductor leaving your cheeks then down and under,
Musicians leaving your cheeks then down and under -
Music filling my fingers' senses, forbidden fruit within your parting,
Fingers conduct your parting, fingers play your parting, fingers enthralled by the music of your parting.
Music from your parting.
My body on your body, my music joins your music with my body in your body.
Then was succulent, ripe, tender
Then was near complete, near quenched, near satiated
Then was rounded. Now's leaner, lean
Fifty percent, nay thirty or less
Now's fare for a Vegan, vegetables nuts and fruits.
Nay, fare for a dieting Vegan - vegetables nuts and fruits without the nuts and fruits.
Now's not bad just less, less depth, less quality, less can, more can't.
Can't speak, can't move much, can't eat well, can't drink well
Throat can't handle alcohol, can't handle bubbles -
Like champagne and other wine, beer and coke
Soft drink fizzy drink mineral water Alka Seltzer
No more need for Alka Seltzer though.
Can't speak, can't move much, can't play with She or with her sister
'Play with us Daddy, you never play with us, Daddy! - Just because you can't -
Let's use him for the wicket!'
Bitches, young bitches … they don't though.
'You' a different you now.
You're more vibrant than that most vibrant butterfly,
Vibrant beyond compare and you're gentler than butterfly kisses.
On my back kissing you, Butterfly.
Good arm, very partly good, under your neck, fumbly feeble fingers grope down your breast and your nipple beyond my ineffective reach,
Other arm clenched up tight , up tight On my chest
Kissing, kissing, kissing, and not much else from me ‘cept sex.
At times my eyes though, sparkling eyes, eyes that speak much more than words.
Now's not bad at times
At times when you hear my eyes speak more than words
Music to your mind.
Such times aren't often though.
Forbidden fruit within your parting, fruit forever forbidden my fingers, far beyond my fingers’ reach.
No fingers conduct your parting, no fingers play your parting,
Music in your parting's from your mind only
Only ever from your mind
Muted music from your mind, very muted music.
Your body on my body, your music joins my music, my body in your body.
Muted music becoming rock music, rock music rock music rock music!
High music at our beginning then just muted music
New love guided your fingers at our beginning
Conductor musicians audience your fingers at our beginning
My orchestra finely-tuned at our beginning, but now it’s often three-piece Rock,
Discordant Rock.
Fate's little jokes
The Fates Zeus Khrishna Allah Buddah God Fate, whoever name
Little jokes
Move-er can't move much, talker can't talk, runner can't run
Worker can't work, diver can't dive
Neither sky nor scuba
Writer can't hold a pen can't hardly type, lover can't hardly make love.
Fate's little jokes, but them’s the breaks.
