Creative Geelong had their annual “MAY’D May Market Festival” on the weekend. The weather was kind, and the event was a wonderful success for the stallholders and the enthusiastic crowd.
My poetry book stall.
Stallholders were also outside the Arcade, on Little Malop Street.
And over at Weekly Prompts, it’s the last weekend of the month and time for their One Day Prompt! To visit their fabulous site, please click on > Here
A Technical Knockout
When you’re down and out feeling like a dry river-bed trout flipping around after an endless drought And you’re in the vacant corner of another losing bout There’ll be one day, without doubt you’ll have nothing left to shout about
Please, I beg, one last Guinness stout before I get kicked in the spout by Trump’s next lockout roundabout
After the ruthless rout, when I blacked out I was told by a local layabout “there was no doubt, the decision was a Technical Knockout”
Feature Image: Please note that my copy of the Geelong Writers Inc. Anthology 2024 was signed by the editor, Judy Rankin, and Judy is also the publisher/editor of my 3 books, Tullawalla, Perceptions, and Until Eyes Hear Sound.
A New Anthology (a Tanka)
Through rain, hail, or shine I am the messenger bird I’ve important news About the Anthology Don’t let the wires clip my wings
And here is my poem from the Geelong Writers Inc. Anthology
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is an odd collection of anecdotes from my hospital bed, written in December 2018. After I had just suffered a ‘minor’ stroke, and these were the jumbled thoughts that were tumbling out of my tired and confused mind …
Odds and Sods, Spots and Blots
Lazy Bones
Cordless phones Garden gnomes Overhead drones Windowless homes Creaks and moans Lazy bones
Pain
Pain is like the rain It comes and goes Heavy and light
A Lie
It’s a lie that I don’t cry It’s a lie that I passed you by It’s a lie that I never tried It’s a lie that I’ll never die
Mirror
Mirror, mirror, on the wall You showed me how to stand tall Again, it’s time for your call
Judge
I’m neither a judge Nor a dealer in sludge I’d rather eat some fudge And give my side of life a nudge
Even Though
Love is all above thee Love is a blanket of autumn leaves Love showers us with glee Love is everywhere, to feel and see
There is a cold, lonely wind blowing Through the whispering tree tops And here below the heavy blue sky I am leaning like a knave bowing Meanwhile I see Autumn’s dry white clouds Quietly drift away without waving goodbye
Mystified, I am wondering why This season has been so dry
Our massive May Arts Festival is on “This Friday” from 5 pm to 9pm and Saturday from 11 am to 4 pm!
Join us for a two-day festival celebrating art, music, books, clothing, and more as we transform Centrepoint Arcade into a vibrant hub of creativity. With a bustling makers market, interactive workshops, and live music.
Creative Geelong’s May’d Festival is the perfect place to discover unique creations and a great opportunity to connect with fellow makers and creatives. This year is the fifth iteration of the May’d Festival and will showcase over 40 Creative Geelong Members.
The 2025 Event is supported by the City of Greater Geelong Events Grant program.
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Dusty Photos”is in this week’s edition. … To read the poem, please click the link below to visit my Coffee House Writers Magazine article. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/dusty-photos/
A swift little fantail, or flashy wattlebird A trusty magpie, or even a hardy crow I’m not overly fussy or bossy
Actually, Air New Zealand Was my preferred choice Four hours to Auckland Thirteen hours to Vancouver Then a short trip to the Island’s Victoria Airport
My hometown, Geelong Is in the State of Victoria (Australia) And here I am flying to Canada Then, finishing up in Victoria