Here we welcome back that wonderful Murri Murri Poet  Lionel G Fogarty,

TRAVEL AN ARRIVE

Bird has dreams
When done dreams as humans
Mornings as voices were done
Are woken for dead.
Nights rest up for the futures
Fight voting for higher words
In the woods green being burn.
Now birds voice is songs
For all the wronged times.
So to be as good unto those
Paying for free music and
Poetry without wages was
The keys to the cars children’s.
Be the bird not caged
Be the being not been sized.
Sitting under sky were clouds
Is not seen blue hot heat?
Eyes sweating water, my feet
Hands wants to hit my face side to side
To ask will their be earth friends or
World of lost souls …
Birds have screams in silent
Of the human talking’s.
When all thoughts are not the dreamers
Taken by the mind the lone body free.
She goes from here not writers
He goes from here not painters
Bit there people go off singing
But there people go off dancing
She goes from here reading
He goes from here seeing
Pictures being a movement

Lionel G Fogarty 1 May Time 4.30 Thursday Merton Vic