Being brought up wrong,
in the gray, twisted light
of a damp town.
Growing up knotted,
turning my hands to the bad,
scrounging my body
from its hard baked earth.
Casting shade everywhere,
risking all and nothing -
I fell.
I had to discover,
that love casts no shadows,
it was then,
that my inward silhouette,
erased its own a dark recalling,
and a long-hobbled past
disappeared.
Categories:
hard baked, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A train crashed into the night
people watched under closed eyelids.
I made coffee like I always do.
I sat down to drink it like I usually do.
Have I really ever clearly seen anything?
Did you ever grow a mustache
thick and tough enough to singalong?
Coal miners are drinking
the last rays of a sooty sun.
Mind wanders,
but her voice was always rooted
in a song strong enough
to be hard baked in any earth oven.
I might find a way out
of whatever funk I’m in,
or stagger through
the way country singers do.
Happy trails darlin.
Categories:
hard baked, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Spring and summers pass us swiftly by,
Gone are the spring flowers and the cuckoos cry.
April rain showers fall all year round,
Softening the hard baked sun burnt ground.
The petals of the once proud blooming rose,
Lie on the ground in sweet repose.
The multi colored leaves drifting down,
Leaving the trees without their gown.
Now stark ghostly figures are left at last,
Shivering in the north winds howling blast.
Gone are the mellow autumn days
Of fruitfulness and morning haze.
Cold winter looms and with it snow,
Christmas Fir trees and mistletoe.
Roast chestnuts in an open fire,
Excited children in night attire.
Waiting for Santa and his sleigh,
Bringing sweets and toys on Christmas day.
On the 1st January a New Year is born,
The seasons start again with the break of dawn.
Categories:
hard baked, engagement, literature, seasons, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Kissing
A brushing against one another
Of two pairs of lips
That some inner fire kindles
In their owners
Or simply their tongues
Gives inter-locking chances.
A contact quite in order
Between two bilabials obeying some tips
That no dignity dwindles
Nor Holy Moaners
Of the highest rungs
Offer a reason for war dances.
Kissing is a love-fuelling foreplay
For all lips save the hard-baked clay;
Roguishly good at ending a fray
And much awaited like juices on a tray.
A lot couples and partners miss,
When they frivolously forget to kiss;
With frequent releases of a hurting hiss
Enthroning a world of ***** bliss.
Kissing, shortly after an arrival,
Is the Best of Welcome
And ahead of a separating travel
The finest of farewells.
Categories:
hard baked, love, relationship, romance,
Form: Rhyme
A twisting whirly musters
hard baked leaves and bark.
There’s another red sunset,
just before it’s dark.
The wilting wattles weep,
and plea ‘I can’t live on!’
The strong keep fighting drought.
The weak, soon dead and gone.
Wheat fields and their bounty,
wither in the sun to die.
Red dust leaves forever,
adding color to the sky.
A man who’s living heartache,
is this economic pain.
Prays to the Lord and waits…
Then he can smell the rain.
An inch falls in the Mallee;
the Mallee don’t need much
to fill the pans and lowlands,
that yearn to feel the touch.
In the days that follow,
changing is the scene.
An inch here in the Mallee,
and red soil turns to green.
Lightning dances in the sky
to the beat of thunders drum,
heartbreak storm passes on,
the follow up don’t come.
But drifting from the west,
clouds hide the sun away,
land is cast in shadow…
the sky turns steely gray.
And rain falls in the Mallee;
the Mallee don’t need much
to fill the pans and lowlands,
that yearn to feel its touch.
In the days that follow,
changing is the scene.
Rain here in the Mallee,
and red soil turns to green.
Categories:
hard baked, nature, weather,
Form: Lyric