Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in August 2025) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the first poem in the Haiku section of Chapter 10, Time’s Short Poems: Haiku, Tanka, etc.
Beyond Sight (a Haiku)
Good morning sunrise I soak in daylight’s caress Until eyes hear sound
Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in August 2023) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the first poem in the Fairyland section of Chapter 9, Humour, Fantasy, and Fairyland: Timeless
Where Have The Fairies Gone?
Deep in the enchanted woods Under mossy rocks and water-reeds I saw an iron-bar prison door Lying over a cave in the dry creek bed
I wondered and yelled out “Hello! Is anyone down there?” Eerily, a gentle voice whispered “Do not worry, we are sheltering here.” “Why are you hiding?” I inquired “We are waiting for humanity to stop the carnage on our planet.”
Then, peeping up from lower in the chasm I witnessed that the small luminous eyes Of Earth’s guardian faeries Were joyless and crying
Music/Video: by Sigur Ros, “Ylur”, translated means, Warmth
Please note the featured photo and attached photos above are taken from Street Art in the Geelong CBD
Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in January 2025) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the first poem in the Fantasy section of Chapter 9, Humour, Fantasy, and Fairyland: Timeless
A Blade of Light
Far beyond my darkest night Clambering out of purgatory’s deepest void I grasp onto a single blade of light On the edge of my soulless asteroid Who rescues me from Armageddon’s endless fight
Awaking in a pool of sweat, just after midnight This meaningless nightmare gave me a hellish fright
Featured Image Above: From Bing Images, numrush.nl
Here in Geelong, we are going through a warm/hot spell, and this is a poem that I wrote in January 2019, so appropriately, the poem gets replayed today.
Hotter Than Helios
Today is hotter than hot This town’s a living melting pot You could fry an egg without a cooktop I won’t be taking Yorkie for a trot My body’s losing the plot Waiting for my aorta’s mystery clots
My writing’s burnt out, on Helios hill Leaving an arid inkwell, holding a dry quill Despite the heat, I’ll do an exercise session. It’s my will To continue with this daily drill No excuses, to lose sight of spring’s daffodil Working out, like I’m an old grinding flour mill
Even if I’m over-baked, like Sunday’s hot roast For her, I’ll take life’s chances to the utmost
Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in July 2024) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the second poem in the Humour section of Chapter 9, Humour, Fantasy, and Fairyland: Timeless
Pockets Full of Stones
I would like to fly away On this cold, wintry day But my pockets are full of stones And my old wings are fragile bones
My benevolent friend, the moon Is hibernating in his orbital cocoon So, I’m grounded with muddy toes Stuck here on this frosty meadow
“Peace is not something you wish for; it’s something you make, something you do, something you are, and something you give away.” — John Lennon
“When doors close, and wars roar, let peace be the key we choose to turn.”
Today’s Throwback Friday poem (originally written in March 2024) is drawn from my upcoming book, Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the third poem in Chapter 8, War: A Waste of Time
Are All the Doors Closed?
Scores of uncultured doors Closed pores of the old stores Hiding drawers of past accords The forgotten ardours of wise mentors
Now, just condescending decors to the new wars Like cantankerous dinosaurs with itchy bedsores
Today’s Throwback Friday poem(originally written in September 2023) is drawn from my upcoming book,Time Hears No Sound. It appears as the second poem in Chapter 7, Governments and Leaders: Behind the Times
The Voice (a Monologue)
Do not yet shut your doors But give me leave to speak with you and yours Do not yet turn away? The time I ask of you is brief for what I have to say Join me in the shade of this country’s trees My ancient words are free But why listen to a language you cannot see In the past, you have not heard my pleas Forever! I have been treated harshly
I am a dream-time spirit bird Flying within your boundaries seems absurd You! Have clipped my wings And unashamedly ripped apart my kin You! Desecrated my sacred ground For the price of two axes and a Pound Yes! It’s time to sit without descent On the sand inside your tribal tent
Today’s Throwback Friday poem(originally written in March 2025) is drawn from my upcoming book,Time Hears No Sound. It opens Chapter 6, Travel and Life: Time Flies (Travel)
Flying Among the Clouds
I’m flying high Cruising among the clouds Fly with me And the rest of my flock Up here There’s no need for a clock
Time gives no commands Cruising among the clouds Silently overseeing the crowd
Time always flies At the same standard pace There, in that space Between daytime’s silvery moon And twilight’s glittery sun
Today’s Throwback Friday poem(originally written in July 2025) is drawn from my upcoming book,Time Hears No Sound. It appears in Chapter 5, Dreaming: A Poet’s Favourite Pastime
A Fire That Burns in the Cold
From behind the trees, And out of the grasses, We cannot stop the fire -That burning desire- From soaring higher, Higher than the entire Starry, starry choir.
So, best we inquire To the Almighty Supplier: “Will there be a ceasefire at the top of your golden spire?”
Today’s Throwback Friday poem(originally written in July 2023) is drawn from my upcoming book,Time Hears No Sound. It opens Chapter 4, The Universe: Infinity Times Infinity
Misplaced in Space
there is inner space and there is outer space I like to travel in both places life is not race my database is my bookcase
I am yet to embrace the coalface face to face and this human race has misplaced the meaning of grace and lost the paper chase to the corporate greed of cyberspace
tonight, I’m flying down to inner-space aboard my “Itmims” spacecraft to find a redeemable place inside humanities headspace