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Panting, running, paying, fuming,
Bumping, swearing, hurrying, driving,
All because today is the thirty first
Of the month, why are we all nigh to burst!
Got to buy groceries, go the butcher
The dry cleaners, the florist, the baker,
Did i turn on the slow cooker?
Have guests coming at 8.00p.m still
On the road, home in 15 minutes – phone Will,
Darling, Did you collect the birthday cake,
There is a big accident, traffic hectic won’t make
It to pick it up – Yes sweetheart I have
Drive carefully the roads are crazy,
Looks like a storm brewing, weather drizzly and hazy.
As I arrive in our driveway it pours with rain,
And I drop a packet, which had the red wine, I stain
My clothes and the car seat, go have your shower,
Hubby says, relax, everything is under control,
Turned shower taps to their full strength and power
Exhausted, let the water run over my naked body
Till I feel refreshed, get dressed in my
Sexy black number,
And come downstairs, hubby gives me a wolf whistle,
Just wait till the guests leave he says, look at him
From under my lashes!
The aroma wafting from the stove is
Provocatively divine!
And next to the sofa is a glass of room
Temperature red wine.
Table is set, arrange flowers I brought in a vase,
Immediately, the bell goes ding dong,
It’s Cherry and Tim,
She couldn’t wait to show me her engagement ring,
Hot on their heels are Susan and Barry,
He has just asked Susan to him marry,
And last of all my twin sister Rina, arrives she’s wise,
With her new boyfriend in tow she bellows, Hi guys!
Fun was had and wine was drunk
Laughter abounded in the lounge and dining room,
We all forgot how tired we were and
It was end of the month, and all the media forecasted,
Was doom and gloom!
It was my birthday, turning forty, no turning back now,
Don’t regret a day of my life, bless the day I took my vow,
Happy birthday dear Mary, happy Birthday to you,
I felt blest had my hubby and sister present and select
Friends but few,
Mellow and happy and with certainly no one drunk,
Just four happy couples full of zest and funk!
Our guests began departing, in twos they left,
I slipped of my shoes and gave a big yawn,
Will picked me up, and must have undressed
Me – for all I remember is waking up to a peck
On my cheek,
And a scrumptious breakfast in bed,
I always knew I had picked the right guy to wed!
Hollow morning,
unsweetened coffee,
words with
a meaningless cord
hanging in an empty room.
Monotonous days where
hope is thinning
leading joy to depart
to create a loner
who lives in a crowd.
Running,
becoming a machine
as a reader of palms
forecasted
doomsday early.
A smile is here
hiding the rage,
not belonging
still imprinted
on every cage.
Life is hard
for a bad actor,
masks if removed,
own reflection
will be frightened.
In broad daylight
a facade is going on,
a genuine picture
if captured
must be dusk hours.
Insomniac at night
to recover fully,
some moments to cherish
after a whole day
walking like dead.
Birds chirping,
their lies
are therapy,
an owl sits in silence
labelled inauspicious.
Music is playing
with all wrong chords
one who is
blessed with ignorance
dancing still.
In oblivion
become omniscient,
to understand is
bringing a slow death
and remembered as 'a retard'.
That 9/11 Day
I was eager that day,
Just as I was
Any other day,
To start my work,
And state the statistics,
Discourage clientelle,
Validate company antics,
Embrace others
When I thought would,
Make a good share price,
Positive returns,
No dice,
But when I reached
The door of my room,
A heard the most horrific
Boom:
No way out,
No hope,
No exceptions,
No dope,
No perceptions,
No scope,
No connections,
To help you cope;
No person,
To assist,
With the problem,
To list
Your objections,
To the phenomenon,
The horrific phenomenon,
Death, war, stench,
Which was never,
Expected,
Predicted,
Asserted,
Affronted,
Depicted,
Contrasted,
Batted,
Punted,
Posited,
Spotted,
Pounded,
Chatted,
Painted,
Lifted,
Forecasted,
Calculated,
Forwarded,
Gaited,
Grunted,
Projected,
Postulated,
Supposed,
Macerated,
Vaginated…
Portended,
Aggravated,
Criminated,
Presented,
Charted,
Founded,
Surfeited,
Attracted,
Prompted,
Forwarded,
Bayonetted,
Fermented,
Antedated,
Refracted,
Stated,
Pronated.
It never resonated,
It just exploded.
It was hell,
Heat, smoke, dust,
‘Cos somebody was angry…
The devil:
ISIS.
Waterfowler’s Delight
Clouded marshes masking what may come.
Suzy's boisterous invitation over yonder grass
Dark shadowed spreads set to entice some.
As the glow of the East begins to amass.
Newly anointed awaiting the first blessing.
Old dogs hoping the spark will catch fire.
Light of day upon the horizon pressing.
Nosing sweet dew upon the poignant mire.
Blue and grays approaching whiter shades.
Dark decoys amidst water hazed with hue.
Breaths of pink winds follow forecasted trades.
Nestling in, head up, taking in one last view.
Grasses, reeds, trees and limb begin their claps,
Rattling and brushing in a standing ovation.
Shedding nights tears, tapping coats and caps,
Encouraging shivers of warm tingling anticipation.
Night choruses blend with day’s percussion
Clicks and rasps of metal, wood and springs.
Last words, rules whispered in group discussion
Silenced by sudden whistling of cupped wings.
Glancing at time wishing the watch was there
Edging toward one half hour before this sunrise.
A single, lonely, echoing report from over there,
Waterfowler's delight, peeling eyes to the skies.
09/25/2017
Tiana used to brag that she could tame the ferocious striped beasts.
Common villagers laughed at the small girl with the all-knowing blue eyes.
Until she marched into their lair and came out alive, riding one of their cubs.
Clovershire was full of people who were afraid of Tiana’s mystical ways.
Now they were terrified of her, and her steed, a gallivanting frisky tiger.
And she was only ten years old.
Tiana and her tiger were soon battle trained with the knights.
No girl had ever done this until now, but King Virgil saw the true Tiana
For who she really was, and he wanted her to have the best ammunition.
Few knew that her birth had been forecasted in his main prophet Sai’s dreams.
None would have believed that King Virgil had been expecting her,
or that he dabbled in sorcery and magic.
Tiana became the fiercest combatant in Clovershire’s
history of battles and wars, slashing her way across bloody meadows.
Leaving deceased rival villagers hither and yon in pieces.
Villagers still tell the tale of Warrior Tiger Woman
none realizing she had been imagined and created by Sai and a warlock
twenty years before they could conjure her up, and present her to King Virgil.
Visualization is a powerful tool of mystics and sages.
2025.2.23
Summer heat waves.
Checked on the website,
Beaurology of Melbourne weather forecasted.
The temperatures, the winds, the water and the tides.
Would be in the 30°c, calm, fine and low tides.
I somehow started to get panic,
Not because of the heat.
But more about the end of the summer is near.
Comparing to last year,
Victoria has more heat waves and sunny days.
I had so much sun tan,
Someone insisted I was from African decent.
This year, I visited Cowes Philip Island,
Warrnambool, Apollo Bay, Point Lonsdale and Lorne,
Not to forget Geelong,
As it was always there on the way.
I went to Sorrento back beach,
St Paul Lookout, Jubilee Point, Diamond Bay and Bays of Island's.
I would continue to travel,
As long as I was still able,
Until one day, I leave this place,
And go far far away.
Until then, I might see you again.
Season of giving is here for all
naughty or nice it does not matter
fun laughter joy and a lot of chatter
singing in front of a tree so tall
Season of cheering is here for all
bringing in the new year with fun
no matter the location, it is done
raising glasses as count down call
Two holidays where most come together
holiday season that brings the most cheer
no matter the choice; spirit, wine, or beer
unity out weighs any forecasted weather
Being present during the holiday gatherings
for those who enjoy the holidays cheer for all
potlucks only, but most stomachs take the fall
same time next year in if anyone's wondering.
Her skin holds light differently, not borrowed, not reflected.
But absorbed, kept, deepened.
Her hair rechase upward,
Curling towards something ancient but still.
Hands hover near it as if curiosity attains more rights than her.
Her lips full of language, hesitate sporadically.
Not for the lack of words, but the careful knowing of how they will be received.
The knowing that every word must survive the distance between meaning and reception.
She entered with a practiced ease, but her presence was announced and judged long before she was ever allowed to arrive.
She rearranges herself daily, a chair pushed back here.
A mirror turned just slightly away there.
So the quiet fault line within her remains undisturbed, unnamed.
And still she moves as though none of this is spectacle.
Yet, the room recalibrates.
Subtly.
Precisely.
A shift so fine it evades accusation,
yet palpable enough to settle
against her skin like a second climate.
She, weary of being atmosphere, of being something reacted to.
Interpreted, forecasted. Weary of existing as the weather.
Discussed.
Rarely understood.
She desires the gravity of Earth instead.
To be unremarked in her permanence.
To hold weight without spectacle.
To exist without translation
Without the constant labor of being legible.
To be assumed, as mountains are assumed,
As soil is trusted, the ground is never questioned for holding.
And perhaps she will arrive as the sun arrives
not interrogated, not exceptionalized,
not a rendered anomaly
but inevitable, integral,
and entirely her own.
Only to hold you once more
I step to the forefront of thought and desire,
placing my face to the wind
Calling in echoes, now flames to the fire,
once again now to begin
Knowing this feeling that takes me away,
somewhere my heart it does sing
Forecasted sunshine my eyes it will play,
love is a wonderful thing
Can’t help believing that you feel it too,
beneath the heavens so free
All that I am I shall be that for you,
found in these moments to see
Hoping you smile when thinking of this,
praying this message to send
So you will know with the touch of your kiss,
my heart starts beating again
Now here I wait as I stare to the skies
filled with my thoughts ever pure
Wishing so softly in love filtered sighs
only to hold you once more
Good night Soupers
There are gray skies north to south
Fertile new world land needing a water spout
Before the purple mountain majesty time
There is a yellow shine
Beautiful blue the sky chimes
But when the moon takes control
Everything is black as coal
Unless there is stars that glitter
A small glow fitter
Making the attempt to brighten a galaxy dark and bitter
Every day a blazing ball goes around
Visiting each city and small town
Giving light that is bright
Defending its space right
Against storm clouds looking for a fight
Sometime when the breeze plays tough
Seas are choppy and rough
Not wanting a placid scene
Only a violent oceanic slamming scream
To the sand it does pound
Nature’s reality’s soothing sound
Challenging the surf
On its angry turf
A lady with a board
Discounted inside the boutique store
Just another meeting
Stronger than a biblical reading
Communicating with a curly wake
Being honest not fake
When things simmer down
To calm water on the ground
Tomorrow is forecasted a nice day
At the beach she will stay
Listening to the tranquil tide tease
Allowing the sun to do what it please
Making her golden brown
Creating an image where love can be found
And eventually will wear a white wedding gown
To be sent off in loving bliss
Having one last wish
A fluffy towel and a good luck kiss