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    A Retrospective
    A Retrospective
    A Retrospective
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    A Retrospective

    By Skip James

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    This is a collection of poems portraying life from the late 1990s full of dreams, musings, and rides on motorbikes. Like many things in life, it may be worthwhile taking a second glance.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris AU
    Release dateJun 26, 2015
    ISBN9781503506411
    A Retrospective
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    Skip James

    Skip James is a skilled modern poet who writes about things we can all relate to. Even though this selection was written in the nineties, it is still relatively fresh and up-to-date. The poems are both personal and candid and will suit readers of all ages. Whether you are a teenager wrestling with social media or an older adult who grew up in the nineties and beyond, these writings are for you. Skip has many interests, including motorcycles, running, reading, and push bike riding. He presents these heartfelt poems for your enjoyment and reflection.

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      A Retrospective - Skip James

      Copyright © 2015 by Skip James.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Rev. date: 06/03/2015

      Xlibris

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      www.Xlibris.com.au

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      CONTENTS

      POEMS OF REDEMPTION

      Introduction

      Visions Of Summer

      Want To Touch Her

      Glad Songs, Sad Songs

      Old Love

      Cement Lament

      After A Party

      Poem For Frank

      Break Up Blues

      Rat Races

      Stranger

      Whirling Night

      Lament For Will

      Insomnia

      Credit

      The Man I’m Not

      Spirits In The Flesh

      World At War

      Hustle

      Regret

      Accident

      Cycling

      On The Up

      Superstition

      End Of A Night

      Watching The White Faced Heron

      Monkey On My Back

      Frozen Moment

      Playing Solitair

      Resigned To Fate

      The Price

      A Leavin’

      Avoiding Trouble

      Blues In Me

      Winter Morning

      Days Gone

      A Tart

      That Tart

      Shades Of Grey

      Concepts Of Oblivion

      Council

      Hide Away

      Isola

      Envy

      Dealing With The Daydream

      Traitor

      A Delicate Wife

      Future Dream

      Junkie Woman

      Death Of A Friend

      Strike Song

      Epilogue

      UNAUTHORISED AND CENSORED

      Introduction

      Untitled

      Part 2

      Part 3

      Up Down

      Bike From Heaven

      Bury Go

      Can’t Stop The Hip Hop

      Die Ride

      Dreamed I Was A Priest

      Early Hour

      Empty Bottle

      For The Mrs

      Freedom Fighting

      Girl In The Night

      Tommy Gun Blues

      House

      21/12/97

      22/12/97

      Inside

      In The Post

      Dear Kay And Dave

      Looking Back

      Me Memory

      Memory Dream

      Memory Fall

      Midnight Ride

      The Second Wind

      Everyone Is Gay

      Tired Of Trying

      Financing The Australian Dream

      Future Uncertain

      Drawing Lines

      Bulleen Bitch

      To Jelena

      Sleepless Nights

      Bean Bag

      Fog On The Oval

      Frozen Moments

      Glued To My Radio

      Unemployment

      Keeping Up

      Dream Of The Tigers

      Dialogue On Happiness

      Trev’s Sick In Bed

      Rainy Days

      Mum Love

      Have Money

      The Point

      Skip’s Poem

      Radio Seven Eleven

      Ride Pride

      Tennis Today

      The Mask

      Thoughts

      Thoughts On The Balcony

      Tired Of Crying

      Titles

      Tomorrow

      Bought A Record

      Trev’s Gone

      Warm Day, Warm Night

      Living Now

      Getting Warmer

      Untitled

      Media Frenzy

      Serene Dream

      Untitled

      Untitled

      Reality Of Calamity

      Bouncing Balls

      Afterword

      Poems Of Redemption

      INTRODUCTION

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      Today finds me celebrating my birthday, drinking tea and watching the world bike race Le Tour de France. Poems Of Redemption has just been restored to it’s original form and it is surprising to surmise that it was written nearly twenty years ago. All the poems are presented here word for word just like it was intended in the first place. Some of the verses now embarrass me, while others fascinate and perplex me. It was one of my first forays into writing and I am a little proud. It was received very warmly at the time and addresses characters, topics and issues that can confront any young adult (even today). What I think people like most about Poems Of Redemption is that it is open and honest. The readers seem to be able to relate to it. I hope you can as well.

      Lots of love- Skip James.

      VISIONS OF SUMMER

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      Cool summer rain comes floating through the trees

      The droplets fall gently

      There’s no sign of a breeze

      But it doesn’t dampen our spirits

      Like the garden down the front

      We’ve had our taste of the Sunday

      And soon we’ll be having fun

      The rain will pass

      The sun will soon burn the grass

      We’ll play loud and sing of the blues

      People will drop by, wanting to hear some news

      We’ll play hard and get into the cricket

      It’s free admission, you don’t have to buy a ticket

      So come by any day or night

      You can get frantically involved in a song or fight

      Drink a beer that’s smooth and cool

      Play tennis or dip in the pool

      Cool summer rain comes floating through the trees

      The droplets fall gently

      There’s no sigh of a breeze

      I lie awake in the middle of the night

      There’s nothing to do but sit tight

      It would be good to live alone

      Only speak to people over the phone

      See whoever whenever I please

      Not soak in sweat

      That comes up to my knees

      Sweat that comes from trying to be merry

      From serving coffee, ice cream and berries.

      WANT TO TOUCH HER

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      Here’s a poem, a rhyme, a song

      Take time to read it, it’s not very long

      It’s about a place I went to

      With a guy, not one girl, not two, a few

      There was loud music, maniacs with beer

      People with tattoo’s and queers

      We got there in plenty of time

      Waited in line and soaked up the sunshine

      Thirty bands followed that chilled whiskey I swallowed

      The crowd grew quickly to great proportions

      While the air screamed loud with guitar distortion

      I stayed on the bench for just a little while

      Just long enough, just in time to catch a smile

      From one of the girls in the crowd

      Call me sentimental but it made me feel proud

      Felt kind of good to know her and her friends

      So when she walked on the track

      Where all the young people grooved

      I knew she stood out in the crowd

      Could tell by the way she moved

      All of a sudden the light dimmed

      The music faded and the air grew thin

      Found myself in a space alone

      With the girl with the auburn hair

      Felt my stone and stared

      Seemed like we had known each other for years

      That we had come to hang out

      And sink a few beers

      It followed that she was a girl

      Who could leave my head in a whirl

      So best treat her right

      Keep her in sight till night fell

      Then the dream vanished like a broken spell

      And the music crashed over me like breaking waves

      My minds wandering path became paved in concrete

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