“Dear Reader, beware. You think you’re reading my poems, but in truth, they are reading you. My words are mirrors and windows. Your reaction is merely a reflection of your own nature and experiences.” — John Mark Green
A Ten-Word Poem (Words Are Free)
A bewitched heart
Savagely eaten by vultures
Cannot be restitched
FREE, a PDF Copy of my poetry booklet; Shangri La, Volume 2. The Other Side of Yesterday Click >> HERE
Hello, dear readers and followers, as you might know I stopped producing my “Tullawalla Booklets” at # 31, because that was the house number of our family’s Tullawalla Homestead. But the booklet formats are a superb way for me to catalogue the vast number of poems that I produce and as the saying goes “I Am Turning Another Page”. Here I have begun a new series of poem booklets, and they are called “Shangri La” which is the name of my little Villa, and is my piece of “earthly paradise, a retreat from the pressures of modern civilization”. Incredibily, I now have a total of “1452” Poems filed in these booklet formats!! Click >>Here. for the link to your FREE: PDF Copy of “Shangri La, Volume 2. The Other Side of Yesterday“.
Hello dear readers and followers, I am now back writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine, after a 6 weak self-enforced break due to my personally hectic schedule during April and May. Luckily, I had my article ready for publication before I contracted ‘Covid’, and my poem “Behind Your Mirror”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to view my poem, at Coffee House Writers. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/behind-your-mirror/
Another covid/isolation poem from March 2020, although my revised version here is almost a complete rewrite. Good news, today Imade a small but noticeable improvement
Boy in a Bubble (Revised)
I’m living inside a bubble, unable to flee
Shadows are drifting away from me
Shivering silhouettes are beyond arms reach
I’m an isolated grain of sand from yesterday’s beach
I’m sleeping alone within my crazy daydreams
Thinking of life and wishing to be with my honey and cream*
This commonwealth of man has isolated the birds and bees
Now I’m sleepwalking, toward the forest’s hugging tree
Another poem from those “Covid/Lockdown” times, March 2020 … My Doctor has me on an anti-viral/covid medication to stop my situation from worsening, and hopefully, I’ll be improving soon …
Hi dear readers, I’m home with the ‘Covid’ virus, so I have been searching my files for some appropriate poems, and found this post from June 2020
“A wonderful surprise for me this morning and a lovely pick-me-up, to find that my poem “The Sun Arose Again”, had been published at ‘Red Wolf Journal’, and thank you to the editor, Irene, for her kind consideration of my submission…”
There must be a number of silent masks around Yesterday an old mask flew away at the speed of sound From behind, the real pieces of what we perceive Are leftover bones, bleached by sky and sea Where the worn pebbles lingering in the hand Fall gently upon lines drawn in the sand And these new beginnings could be a heavenly gift As white doves soar above the mourning cliffs
Perhaps the next awakening will be a peaceful one Full of friendly compassion and wisdom I’m lucky today, the sun arose again To light up the hallway, despite the rain I’ll be the first one to walk out the door And the only one left here, to see her valour
Featured Images: were taken at the local Kindergarten, where the school’s gardener lovingly maintains the beautiful garden, and she excitedly pointed out that, despite it being the start of winter, there were 2 sunflower plants ‘defying the odds’. and actually thriving and blooming … I smiled at her joyful enthusiasm, however inwardly I was silently weeping for those still suffereing in wartorn Ukraine. So here today I am reposting “5” of my “Sunflower” poems relating to the “Ukrainian” war.
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 