I’ve only 12 days to go until I fly over to Canada. I’m on antibiotics and have been ordered to rest. Therefore, my blogging commitments will be minimal for the next 7days.
Feeling Stumped, But Not Grumpy
I have a badly inflamed throat That feels like I’m swallowing Broken needles and razor blades. (Please don’t make me laugh.)
And I have an awful chest cough That rattles and clangs Like a grumpy polar bear in chains On my rusty iron roof.
I’m physically lumpy and stumped, But even though my body is trumped, My mind is enthusiastic and pumped– Ready for my flight to be happily humped
Today’s Throwback Friday was written in April 2019, which was just before my trip to New York and Philadelphia. I have suitably revised my poem to coincide with my trip to Canada in “12” days.
Beyond a Blade Of Grass(Revised)
Believe it or not I’m travelling around the block Finally, I’ve refurbished my Itmims Yacht And I’m about to discover a different spot Reality has me flying to a new port I’ve been invited to walk the walk And talk about my amazing life The long journey of endless strife And how, the answer was found From inside a body unsound
Go listen to the Messiah You’ll not get any higher Go reach for your stars Dream of landing on Mars Go steer a new T-model car Even Victoria isn’t too far Go find your favourite bike Pedal your way to greater heights Go explore, beyond your blade of grass See the universe outside your heart of glass
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “Nature’s Ponds”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/natures-ponds/
It’ll be a full moon tomorrow, and appropriately, my Throwback Friday is a full moon poem, which I wrote in May 2024. Please note that all attached images were taken by me late this afternoon (Thursday).
In the Full Moon’s Afterglow
My world’s worn-out words flow From the torn sunflower meadows To the silent streets of Moscow Written on the hills of Dnipro in blue-line lingo Beyond the reach of the full moon’s afterglow And painted in lyrical tempo with hypnotic gusto
Am I to be another muted scarecrow Mutilated by the warlords’ errant crossbows
Written for Sadje’s, “What do you see # 300- 4th August, 2025” To visit Sadje’s (Keep It Alive) fabulous site, please click >> Here
Watching the Sky
I am not a seasoned international traveler, but if you wish to go overseas- Come, fly with me For your long-distance flight, So hold on tight as we hit the heights, to see all the wondrous sights.
Wave goodbye to the great southern sky. Up here, the air is pristine, and all the world is green.
The title of my new booklet, “Life, Beyond the Lines”, is ironically quite relevant, considering my ‘computer’ problems during the last two months, and it’s almost a miracle that I have been able to produce this ‘Shangri La Booklet.’
FREE PDF COPY >>> Links Below
Hello, dear readers and followers. As you may know, I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at #31 because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead. However, the booklet format is a superb way for me to catalogue the vast number of poems I produce, and as the saying goes, “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem booklets, called “Shangri La”, the name of my little Villa, and it is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”. I now have “2060” Poems filed in these booklet formats!! (On my bookshelf, I have “The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, which contains 1775 poems … when I first started writing poems, I never envisaged that I would produce so many poems)
Click on >> Here, for the link to your FREE: PDF Copy of“Shangri La, Volume 15, Life, Beyond the Lines”
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from May 2025, and to coincide with my upcoming trip to Canada, I altered the last 3 lines.
The Moon and a Cocoon (Revised)
I see you staring down, under your blue sky frown, as I slowly arise from the mossy ground and shed my sleeptime disguise.
Do not worry, Mr. Moon- I have found your silver spoon, and before the next monsoon, I will eat my way out of this shady cocoon, untether my hot-air balloon, fly across the big, blue lagoon, and avoid all the high-noon lampoons.
Only 3 weeks and 5 days to before my Canadian adventure begins, so I thought I would post both a Nick Cave and a Beluga Lagoon music/video
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