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
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is Ragged. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here As you might gather from my poem, I am feeling very “ragged around the edges” … I have been hectically busy preparing for the ‘Clunes Booktown’ Festival this weekend …
Am I The Pilot?
What motivates me? To walk so many miles Despite the aches and pains
What compels me? To write every day Despite my crusty old brain
What drives me? Over life’s valleys and mountains Despite yesterday’s hard rain
Will I still be the pilot? Of tomorrow’s mystery flight Despite missing tonight’s plane
It’s not “World Poetry Day” until Friday 21st, but here in Geelong, the Geelong Library held a celebratory event tonight (Wed) … so appropriately, I thought I would repost a poem from my first book, Tullawalla, “Poetry in Motion”
Poetry in Motion
I was searching for words Maybe the script’s lost in celluloid I’ve a pile of empty poems Frustratingly strewn Here, there and everywhere But I hear them whispering
“We’re not finished yet Do not leave us for dead Under this thick biblical heap Please tend to your lost sheep”
The mound of poetry pages Began chanting louder And I was silently listening To their distant preaching But I’m not that proud And I quickly lit the gunpowder
When you walk into my home You cannot help but notice That all the walls are adorned With photos and various pieces of memorabilia
And if you venture out the back door Into my verandah and courtyard area You cannot help but notice That the fence and walls are also covered With more pictures and Tullawalla scriptures
Today’s Throwback Friday poem was written in March 2022, and appears in my third book, “Until Eyes Hear Sound”, Chapter 1, Little Creatures and Birds, page 6
Innocent Millipedes
Please Mr Shootin’ Putin Do not roll your tanks of destruction Over the innocent Mr & Mrs Millipede Millipedes were the earliest animals to breathe air And make the move from water to land They date back 428 million years Now people of the world cannot hold back their tears
Did you know Mr Shootin’ Putin That Millipedes are fairly timid critters Docile decomposers that live in the leaf litter Of forests all over the world! They aren’t flashy or fast And they follow the motto “Slow and steady wins the race” Millipedes are peaceful They don’t bite They can’t sting And they don’t have pincers to fight back
Please Mr Shootin’ Putin Do not roll your tanks of destruction Over the innocence of creation
Creative Geelong’s monthly Market Days showcase local artisan products, secondhand goods, clothing, books, records, produce, artistic works and art materials to buy, sell, swap – all welcome to visit. The Market Day will be undercover in our Hub at Centrepoint Arcade,
This Saturday
132 Little Malop St In the atrium, and along the arcade 11 am-4 pm
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is the word Stodgy. You can visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here My poem “Flying Among the Clouds” is definitely not Stodgy.
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
It’s another hot day here in Geelong, and after our early morning walk, we have been inside avoiding the heat haze. I’ve been writing, and Frankie has been snoozing. The heat haze seems to have sent my computer into a discombobulated maze!
There’s No Exit (a Tanka)
In a daze, I gaze At my screen full of X-Rays My mind is ablaze Analyzing the next phrase There’s no exit to this maze!
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 