Dear followers and friends of my poetry website; wishing you all, a happy and creative “WORLD POETRY DAY” … “Let the earth bear witness” – – William B Yeats (1916)
when I swim at the surf beach and dive deep down the eerie fullness of my silent surroundings enhances the volume of those submersed thoughts floating within my mind
Today’s Throwback poem does not appear on my website, but I saw it by chance in my Tullawalla Booklet, No. 24, I Softly Walk, from July 2021. So now “Our Random Kingdom” is officially on my website.
Our Random Kingdom
Sometimes we put pieces away Because our emotions altered the next day But the thoughts are there to stay And arise again to be an honest display
The whispering wind is an elusive creature Mother nature’s operatic music teacher Our random sculptor’s hands of life Shaping our fate with her palate knife
That damn old clock never stops Not even for a pause To chat with Santa Claus Even Father Time’s sundial shadow Enternally works every tomorrow But let me say, there will come a day When love will be here to stay
I am a hybrid of mixed origin An off-spring of my parents Dad was a red-head with freckles From Tasmania, a convict great-grandson Mum had dark hair and olive skin A German and Scottish background She was born in Penang Malaysia They were worlds apart The great war shaped their paths Time and peace brought them together I’m their hybrid, with freckles and dark hair
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from October 2020. As is my way, I have made some poetic edits.
Time on the Moon with Tea and Lime (Revised)
between now and then I see the full moon again sip on tea and lime and dream of a bygone time
where are you, old friend hiding your face until the end and I hear a distant tick-tock buried under weathered rock
when it’s all said and done my words fall one by one inking blues, line after line and I do not care the time
and sand flows drop by drop from the timeless clock adorning her silent cocoon on the far side of the moon
The Kinks “Full Moon”, Lyrics
Haven’t you noticed a kind of madness in my eyes? It’s only me, dear, in my midnight disguise Pay no attention if I crawl across the room It’s just another full moon
Don’t be afraid of me when I’m walking in my sleep Don’t get alarmed, dear, when I start to crawl and creep Try not to listen when I mumble like a loon It’s just another full moon It’s just another full moon
You see before you a truly broken man ‘Cause when it gets to midnight, I don’t know who I am Full moon’s a-callin’, and it’s put a curse on me And it will never set me free
The full moon’s still up there Like a great white balloon The owls are a-callin’ And they’re singin’ my tune The night keeps a-crawlin’ I wish the day would come soon To get away from another full moon Here comes another full moon
If your hands start shakin’ When night starts to fall If you’re scared of the moonlight And the shadows on the wall If the face in the mirror Isn’t you at all It’s just another full moon It’s just another full moon
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from October 2022, and I wrote it to signify the announcement that “Tullawalla #31” was to be the final publication in my series of “Tullawalla” Booklets. The poem appears in my book, Until Eyes Hear Sound, Chapter 8, page 120.
The above Images are of my, bedroom bookshelves, loungeroom bookcase, and bedside table of books.
The Closing Chapter
After the first page was turned The saga progressed slowly Unopened books were lost Unused words were found New novels had to be read The search for more Went on, and on
Adventure volumes were added Library expansion soared upwards Higher than fiction could fly Fluttering beyond The ladder’s last rung Where the quest for more Was out of reach And the tale of uncharted possibility Remained the unfinished story Of the final chapter
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from January 2021, and it was a piece that I had forgotten about, so it was a pleasant surprise to find the poem while searching my files this morning.
Playing Cards
To many questions And I do not have the answers I am running out of rhyme Is it time? To go back to school Me, a forgetful old fool Or, I could stay here Wait for the anteater to cheer Sit in my garden courtyard Avoid soul searching and just play cards With Oscar the wise old owl And Phillip the penguin, he’s my pal
Yesterday I successfully photographed a Dragonfly in flight, which inspired me to post today’s Throwback Friday poem, “Dragonfly, Nature’s Guardian Eye”.
Below are Images, from 19th March 2023: I am thrilled to say that the attached photos are mine, and they are my first-ever successful photographs of Dragonflies …
Dragonfly, Nature’s Guardian Eye
Long before homo sapiens overachievers You were the swamp’s incorruptible believer Overseer of the planet’s rivers and valleys The weary world’s ardent ally
Long before the floundering Ark You were our wisest Monarch Overseer of the forest’s unpolluted sky Nature’s sprightly guardian eye
Today’s Throwback Friday poem was written in May 2020.
Togetherness
I remember Bringing you two into my house And quietly I sat with you Upon my courtyard bench You were both Dry and lifeless
I lovingly prepared your beds And gently tucked you two in Wishing you a bright and prosperous future Under my watchful eye Together you flourished and adorned my home And together your arms reached out Embracing each other Now, we live here together as one
Today’s philosophical Throwback Friday poem was written in April 2022 and is published in my book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”
Day One
Before Day One
I wished upon a star That the milk-bar Was not too far away My life’s bread was crumbling My weathered hands were fumbling Witnessing the Last Supper was humbling
Day One
There, beyond the darkness Out in the universe From a million light-years away Under an alien’s microscopic frame We would all look the same
After Day One
I wished for the dust to settle Then waited for rusted gunmetal To mature into household kettles Whistling hallelujah to new sunflower petals
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