From behind the trees, And out of the grasses, We cannot stop the fire -That burning desire- From soaring higher, Higher than the entire Starry, starry choir.
So, best we inquire To the Almighty Supplier: “Will there be a ceasefire at the top of your golden spire?”
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
Today’s philosophical Throwback Friday poem was written in April 2022 and is published in my book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”
Day One
Before Day One
I wished upon a star That the milk-bar Was not too far away My life’s bread was crumbling My weathered hands were fumbling Witnessing the Last Supper was humbling
Day One
There, beyond the darkness Out in the universe From a million light-years away Under an alien’s microscopic frame We would all look the same
After Day One
I wished for the dust to settle Then waited for rusted gunmetal To mature into household kettles Whistling hallelujah to new sunflower petals
Hello, dear readers and followers. I’m going away for a 10-day holiday and a break tomorrow, but I’ve ‘Scheduled’ several poems on my WP site while Frankie and I are up at Ballarat. (so my WP blogging will be very minimal)
A Sunflower Reminder (a Tanka)
My sunflower blooms Three short days before Christmas But three long winters Have passed over the meadows Without peace in the Ukraine
Hello, dear readers and followers. I write for Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) fortnightly, and my poem “A Yellow Stump” is in this week’s edition. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/a-yellow-stump/
Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “The Road East”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-road-east/
The Olympics are over Now! Is an appropriate time For our ancient and humble moon To accept the shiniest medal For being the friendly games All around the World, marathon champion During the endless days and sleepless nights Our timeless warrior of the sky Was the competitors overseeing, quiet achiever
Henceforth I duly declare The “All Nations” podium belongs to the moon For today, tonight, and all of our tomorrow’s
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 