Rowing By Heart

3WW...crinkled demand navigate

my heart
navigates
its little row boat
through mountainous seas
storms and ocean liners
toppled by wake wash and foam
crinkled by demands and assaults
like a pleated fan
floating on the ocean

tied down
with rocks and rope
for some strange reason
it is still unsinkable
it will not die

The Modern Way

privacy
not needed
anymore
unlike
the animal world
for birthing

an audience
causes great distress
to our furry brothers
and
me

outmoded me
of basic instinct
and controversy

the modern ways
of humans
are mostly
alien
to all of my
sensibilities

sometimes I question
my humanity in
the modern context

calling
calling
is there
another ET
out there?

Bernini

a nun's orgasm
religious ectasy
at its best

religion
opiate of the masses
when all else fails
fast track to paradise

essential for order
cradle of civilisation
conflict and crisis

cause of wars death
cause of comfort
for those who have
nothing
for those who have
no-one

For The Weekend

I Hear Blue Flutes

A poem using lines from Japanese poet Kakinomoto no Hitomaru.

Hitori kamo nen ( If I'm to sleep alone)
Naga-nagashi yo wo ( So long like this night )
I will think of you

I can still feel you
Your indelible memory
Shidari-o-no ( just flows and flows )

BRING BACK KEVIN RUDD

3WW...elastic cancel labor

ding dong the witch is dead
treacherous hairdresser's moll
should return to ambulance chasing

cancel the faceless men
Shorten arsed stalinists
ambitious minions
whose moral compasses are as
flexible as elastic bands

clean out the fascist scum
rebuild the Labor Party
BRING BACK KEV
the democratically elected
leader of the Australian people

Tankas

Wit

she had it in spades
and offended so many
while loving it all
the picket white fence brigade
sharpened their points attacking

she fell in a heap
decided to write flaccid poems
about bruised petals
the picket white fence brigade
sharpened their points attacking

she got up slowly
gave up poems took up crochet
it was not enough
the picket white fence brigade
sharpened their points attacking

Lovelies

3WW...angelic foster ruin

to foster
good relations
and not ruin
his financial opportunities
he told her
with his angelic smile
that he needed
some time to himself
that he was on a journey
of self discovery
to get in touch
with his spiritual side
that of course he loved her
as he nervously fingered
the airline tickets
crammed in his pocket
for two

POW

we have been resting
we may return in a while
if we feel like it

we have attitude
we are not liked by a lot
only about two

we may do a tea
for two and you and me just
tea for two alone

friends and relations
will see such a sensation
brazen and witty

cringing embarrassed
at the chutzpah of the how
now brown cow pow wow

Who Wants Endless Summer ?

i wish this was us
instead of sweltering in
unbearable heat

i want

boots scrunching the ice
woolly coats hats and mittens
kindling and log fires

not

hot burning pavements
electric blue cloudless skies
red hot steering wheels

For The Weekend

Ballade for Bluette

running round at frantic pace
young unthinking energetic
the world is you, hare in the race
partying good times frenetic
burning the candle pathetic
believing all sweet little lies
from dream boat blokes idiotic
and time flies by and time flies by


hair styles,obsession with one's face
painted rouged frizzed like a sputnik
looked like something from outer space
dressed to kill,ha,what a nudnik
frivolous vain awfully thick
believing,trying to form ties
to gorgeous bad guys despotic
and time flies by and time flies by

she was a desperate sad case
sought refuge in sex and hit drink
did drugs,hung on by a shoe lace
she was certainly no one's pick
a magnet for every smart prick
despair suffering such sad sighs
awaiting the next bag of tricks
and time flies by and time flies by

she wants to give her life the flick
she needs to steer clear of the highs
so she marries a country hick
and time flies by and tme flies by

Pussy Cat

3WW...control flesh razor

the surprise
out of control
electric shock horror
razor cuts to my nerve ends
at the sight of mounds
of gargantuan flesh
winking at me
deflected my thoughts
of food
for a fraction of a second

Morning Of The Earth

i went back looking
for the morning of the earth
it's not there any more

it's not there anymore
the magic of the morning
that i found once

that i had found once
in a more innocent time
without the tourism

without the tourism
without the high density
without the bombings

why did i come back
when i knew this was the case
i wanted the dream

i wanted this life
i will search keep on looking
for my shangri la

they will all tell me
it lies within but i know
it's out there somewhere

Lessons

there were so many
to learn from and watch out for
it was important

she was not allowed
to make a mistake for she
knew she would pay dear

this was the lesson
so she tip toed over cracks
while holding her breath

sign crossing herself
wearing scapula medals
just can't be too sure

her mistakes were few
but she still breathed in gulps
anxiety plus

time flew by,she grew
old,she had slipped up,she had
forgotten to live

For The Weekend

Hats and Haiku

play it again sam
i'm obsessed with that darn tune
ingrid is so hot

it's the hat you know
they get to me every time
yes haiku n hats

huh a hill of beans
let this be the start of a
beautiful friendship

Connection

3WW...detach jolt surge

out of the blue
a reality jolt hits

a lightning surge
of divine intervention

karma.. call
it what you like

she is destined
to be detached

unattached
a disconnect

a solitary
frayed faded tea towel

held by a single peg
on a rusty clothesline

the fly on the wall
outside looking in

she must resign herself
accept without struggle

she will never
find that connection

well perhaps
only with a hamster