Long Marvelling Poems

Those were such happy days, for I had lately been deeded a farm,
My aunt and uncle were retiring, so tillage had lost its charm.

Since they were childless, and to a retirement community bound,
It seemed I...

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I say I want peace
Yet I hate my brother
It's not what I was taught by my mother
She said get along with one another
But that's not what I learned from my father
His propaganda soaked in like...

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A fat flat packed duck billed platypus was not on a platter. In fact it had escaped under a robe. With a robin. The robin was to be stuffed into a pigeon which was stuffed...

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So many leaders leading astray on course for what and why
                    Luring monsters and devils in...

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It's raining.
Well, it was at least.
I'm just a nobody in their parents' garage witnessing the aftermath.

And it's raining.

After so long.
I love the rain.
The way it clears the air. Makes it thin. Thinner.
Easier to breathe. And...

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in the bright light of day you appeared...
a gilded angel with falcon wings,
you rose up out of the desert sands 
and your gentle beauty struck me dumb - 
sending a tremor through my soul...

marvelling, pretending...

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Awakening Contemplations

Perception of reality changing in a second 
The Invention of congeniality as I wait for you to beckon 
The Australian informality of “yeah whatever you reckon!”
The North Korean missile strikes looking to constantly threaten...

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Impatient floodwaters at dams
Waiting for shutters to open, 
A hodgepodge of puppets
Excited to perform: at deep slumber, 
Waiting for my eyes to close, 
The naughty byproducts of my brain!

I fly, glide: liberating!
I sing with a...

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Making up dance routines to the top twenty,                           ...

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If beauty lays in the eyes of the beholder, can you allow my sight to hold your face a little longer... cause time seems to perish quicker in moments of my appreciation.  Sightless definitions...

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Are you having the same dream as me,
Do you dream you are aboard the Titanic,
And you have been focused on the Running of the ship,
Marvelling at how smoothly she moves through the water. 

Your mood...

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When I was young, 
My mum bought me a black barbie doll,
I wanted a white one,
I cried and tried,
to convince her to buy me a white one,
 all in vain.
she gave me no reason,
and it...

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Lying by my back weeping for you.
Memories of our happiest flashed by.
Compelling me to ask, why would you ruin us like this.
I gave every inch of my fat self to you 
I said, this is...

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Sometimes I have questioned this fruit, upon which some call, divinities tree?

So deliciously appealing it has seemed, unto these desirous and sometimes wistful eyes

As they have gazed upon its splendour and beauty, which adorns its...

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I watched a child blowing bubbles
Reflective circles
That unshackled themselves
Through a single breath of life
They rose upon an invisible force
Ignoring gravity as non existent
And I wondered what existence
Would presume to exist
Within them

If I, Obviously gossamer thin
Were...

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A mind can be renewed if a mind can be observed
What exaggerated stories, what web of lies do I tell myself,
When things go wrong? Do I go on and on ... about what I deserved!

Enter...

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perhaps prosaically I see only apples                             ...

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When Autumn became a Winters' day 
The snow flake falling 
That Winter Queen lay........... 
She heard the Heartstone calling 

Her sleigh, gold and light 
The reindeer, sure footed too 
They carried her on the frosty...

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A gift bestowed before birth, but smothered over millennia
and rendered  by nature, a weakened thing  making  you fearful .
Removing any passion  needed to forge ahead…ahead  into an unknown future…
Imagination opens...

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Ah, words alone could not suffice,
could never match the stirrings of the soul,
as in some distant conurbation,
the sad heart, with sudden strange elation,
yearns to be in Arran.
For in those narrow confines dwell,
high in the hills...

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7. “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).



In Spring we...

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Taking Bare of Your Self

Reflecting on the silent moments when the Self absorbs itself
Tim is called preposterous a villain and contentious narcissist

He looks into the mirror ponders on ponds of accusations
Yet hurts no others rejects...

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Shall we taste the sky
You and I 

Get on our knees
breathe in the dirt

Not in a dress not in a skirt 

With our hands the shade 
gun metal gray 

Watch worms ply their journey
Ants on...

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There is indifference if I fail by trying
But there is jubilation if I finally succeed,
To persuade contrast faces quietly marvelling
With kindness to those who are in need.

There is love and sometimes there is peace,
The unknown...

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Marvelling how this sun-kissed landscape shaped the sweep,
In cornfields awash with yellow, seas of rippling gold,
As the river cut a mud-bank path with current deep,
And whispered sweet and long of things untold,
Beneath the apple boughs...

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