The Weekend Challenge from Weekly Prompts is the word: OLD. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here
This morning I luckily managed to take severalbird in flightphotos using my “Old” Apple iPhone. Of course, I had to enhance and enlarge them, but fortunately, a few of the photos came out ok, and subsequently, with excited enthusiasm I wrote this poem “Birds in Flight”.
Last month I posted a poem on my website which was also Titled “Birds on Wirds”, however my Throwback poem from July 2010 is completely different, and in keeping with my poetic theme about birds lately I thought It would be appropriate to repost my first “Birds on Wires” poem here today …
Over on Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is the word: ENOUGH. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here …
Below, the Epigram “Dancing in the Rain” that I wrote in September 2022, has been selected for publication in the Australian Magazine “Positive Words”, thank you to the editor Sandra for considering my piece >>https://positivewordsmagazine.wordpress.com/ … The poem is my first ever “Epigram” and to be published in this wonderful magazine is more than ENOUGH reward for my debut Epigram …
THISTHURSDAY AT 6:30 PM Lowercase presents: SPEAKING IN TONGUES At The Medusa Bar Hello dear readers and followers, if you are in the Geelong area, come along, you are most welcome, and I will be reciting my new poem “Forked Tongues”.
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Let Us Grow (a Memento)”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/let-us-grow/
“The Great Gates Of Kiev”, Writer(s): Greg Lake, Keith Noel Emerson How amazingly appropriate for todays world, written in 1971
Come forth, from love’s pyre Born in life’s fire, Born in life’s fire Come forth, from love’s pyre In the burning, of our yearning For life to be And in pain there will (must) be gain New Life!
Stirring in salty streams And dark hidden seams Where the fossil sun gleams
They were, sent from (to) the gates Ride the tides of fate Ride the tides of fate They were, sent from (to) the gates In the burning of our yearning For life to be
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Here in Geelong today we had some cool summer showers, which reminded me of the 2020 summer, when the devastating bushfires were raging throughout Australia, and in late January, we were in desparate need of some relieving summer rain. Feature Image Above: I’m standing in light rain, at the end of my lane, but the sky is still a smokey haze, which is very eerie…..
Left. A smokey beach in the morning Right. Looking straight at the sun on the beach
Left. The smokey sky and sun at end of my lane. Right. The thunderstorm this afternoon
Eerie Sky, Teasing Rain
The eeriness is hard to explain
Our sky is smokey again
But here I stand in the rain
At the end of my dusty lane
Smelling the stench of our fiery haze
Now mixed with the aroma of wet maize
I’m stunned, and unearthly amazed
As Thor’s neon lights add to my daze
This summer storm is yet to fully expound
Tiny drops are struggling to cover the ground
The day’s hot, but our sun cannot be found
And this afternoon’s darkness leaves me spellbound
Footnote: When I was about to post this article, the heavy rain did come…. At last the sky did start crying over the fires of South-Eastern Australia, and gave our exhausted firefighters a timely reprieve.
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 