My Good Friday

This lazy day was good to me

After earlier, I wondered

If I’m physically unwinding

Or am I mentally gearing up

I thought, all in good time

My body and mind

Would find their, common landing ground

My morning walk, along the Ted Wilson Trail, felt good

Not too far, but long enough

To know I’d achieved a good number of steps

Then I gave Yorkie two good pedals

Along with two good sessions of balance exercises

Late afternoon, and my travel case’s in good order

Nearly packed, clothes neat and looking good

Not too many sets, but just enough

To feel warm and cool, attired in style

The relaxing day was good for me

And even good, for a piece of poetry

Another birthday for my gracious lady, I’ve written a new birthday poem for her this year, I’m beginning a new dawn, somehow, my body has been renewed, I’m wearing new shoes, and I’m flying across those new purple skies, going to New York and Philadelphia. I’ll go gather up new blossoms, and glittering American violet blue stardust, I’ll bring them back for you, and sprinkled the petals of family love, covering you, with a new colourful mauve blanket of love, ….. Oh, I can see your gorgeous everlasting smile,…… there in front of me…….

My Star In The Purple Sky

My morning flowers

Blossomed, a violet blue

For her and me

The sun filtered through

Casting a purple shadow

Over you and I

Delivering our mauve star

Into the distant sky

Where she shines nightly

Looking over you and I

“Distant Sky”

[Nick Cave:]
Let us go now, my one true love
Call the gasman, cut the power out
We can set out, we can set out for the distant skies
Watch the sun, watch it rising in your eyes[Else Torp:]
Let us go now, my darling companion
Set out for the distant skies
See the sun, see it rising
See it rising, rising in your eyes[Nick Cave:]
They told us our gods would outlive us
They told us our dreams would outlive us
They told us our gods would outlive us
But they lied

[Else Torp:]
Let us go now, my only companion
Set out for the distant skies
Soon the children will be rising, will be rising
This is not for our eyes

Bon Voyage

Haiku

Bon Voyage

A Bon voyage lunch

Barwon Edge Boathouse Cafe

Siblings celebrate

Doubts

Hi Kiddo’s, I hope you will read this

I’m home now, feeling out of control

Happy, and half intoxicated

I think, I fell over on the dance floor

That’s Ok, you helped me, and picked me up

You young girls didn’t know where I’d been

The kid’s didn’t understand

They were dancing

With a resurrected, ancient man

Who had walked on water

They couldn’t comprehend

An old man’s joy

O being alive, and travelling

Nor read my mind beyond

Fifth Avenue

Too young to see,

Life, is a whirlpool

Of floods and droughts

Empty deserts and doubts

I Love this video and song by Jake Bugg .. ..enjoy ……

Recital

Last evening I attended a poetry open mic’ event, held by ‘lowercase poetry’. The word theme for night was “A Shadow Of Doubt”. I was invited on stage to read my poem called ‘Finality”, a copy of which I’ve attached here below my Haiku, ‘Recital

Haiku:

Recital

The voiceless man spoke

An old poet recited

His words clear and strong

Finality (Revised)

We will all travel, life’s journey

There’s reality in the end, a concluding count down

Finality occurs, not a shadow of doubt

Sooner or later, we have to retire, and work no more

Old tools are laid to rest, gathering dust

There’s a time, when we have to say goodbye

To that special one’s, sad crying eyes

Suddenly life propels us, to pass our friends lives

The people we knew, dwindle to a few

And beyond the lies, earth slowly dies

We the custodians, failed to see overcast skies

Our belief’s shriveled, inside religious sleeves

The jealous and greedy, are yet to eat their last supper

I hope tomorrow’s future, is better than today’s veiled ways

And yesterday’s trials, become the healing castle’s final say

The Winning Team

The Winning Team

I was down and out, at the bottom end of my cellar

But behind every engine’s burnt-out propeller

There needs to be a cohesive working team

To help strengthen an old wingless being

Doctors, diligently searched for the inward source

Nurses, no matter the hour, my dutiful force

In and out of hospital, a worrisome five times

Up and down, like a Jack and Jill nursery rhyme

My Rehab recovery was like Hillary’s interrupted journey

The Therapists never, let it be, and were my district attorney

An enthusiastic group, supported my every step, towards New York

We laughed, we cried, and listened to poetry talk

Therapy music, had to be played loud and clear

Every new hurdle I jumped, they all did cheer

Months and weeks passed, and gradually I lost my inner fears

To all at M.R.C., in my heart, you’ll always be very dear.

Five Shades Of Grey

I’m posting this poem for, Helene’s Photo prompt week April 2/2019, “What Do You See ?” and I’m also posting on Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday, at Go Dog Go Cafe, and thank you to MidWest Fantasy for the invitation. Check their site out >>Here

Five Shades Of Grey

Daylight turns into night

Ravens scatter in mid-flight

Dark clouds overlay

Five shades of grey

Thor’s hammer roars

His spark of fire, soars

Fiercely a flaming bolt strikes

Piercing frightened psychs

Crawling Out Of A Void

Falls and crawls of energy waning

Glares and stares of eyes opening

Help and kindness of paramedics working

Clangs and chimes of sirens roaring

Awakening from a void of dreams

Visualising my spirit draining

Ins and outs of doorways slamming

Shrieks and shrills of voices screaming

Ups and downs of painfully surviving

Highs and lows of slowly recovering

Awakening from a void of dreams

Realising my life’s gradually healing

A Suitcase Nearly Full

Violet Crumble bars

Offerings for my relatives

Souvenir Koala’s

Gifts for the youngsters

There’s many of them

Stubbie holders for the oldies

Still young at heart

A special T-shirt

For a Special person

My poetry collections

Tullawalla is the word

A friendly meeting place

The Sky Between You And I

Skyward bound

Away from home ground

No more, of the side-walk mound

Daylight stargazing drowned

Northern clouds to be found

My time, is finally unwound

Hearing new city sounds

Amazing heights to astound

Sights to snoop around

A statue proudly crowned

I’ll be the friendly poet, of little renown

The Waterboys “You In The Sky”. Lyrics
Thou alone which art
You in the sky
I wanna know why clouds come in between you and I

Thou alone which art
You in the sky
I wanna know why clouds come in between you and I

Thou art beautiful
And I am gifted
Within thy precious presence I am lifted

Let me know you
Come in to me
Open up my heart and sing your song right through me

Thou alone which art
You in the sky
I wanna know why clouds come in between you and I