Rallentanda

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Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Mid Week Motif...Poets United


May Bush


About May

May bush blossoms on May 1st every year
Down Under

My  Aunt's birthday is on May 4th

May she continue to tell me how lucky
I am to have my own sturdy teeth and is
the only person I know who tells me how lovely
my hair is

Mothers Day is the second Sunday
where the children who can actually
tolerate living in the same country
as their parents visit with gifts
to eat lunch
bringing their laundry as well

My Polish friend Marion said
May Day was a compulsory celebration
when he was living under a communist regime
Penalites were stiff if you did not turn up

In England May Day is big for Morris Dancers
and Maypole Dancing
The folk used to get drunk and fornicate randomly
on the village green so Cromwell banned it.
The Puritans then moved  across the pond
 to America where they proceeded to ban lots
of other things as well

In America the Puritan influence is still present
thus the reason there is no nude sex in
Hollywood movies
Most of the world thinks that Americans
have sex with their underwear on.
My American friend Wayne said this is not the case.









Three Word Wednesday




the acrid stench
of sensationalism
emanates from third rate pap

dramatic chick clit lit
written by celebrity authors
to a well known formula

makes most new literature
fit for quarantine
the liners of  kitty litter trays

By the Waters of Babylon
We lay down and wept  and wept
for thee Zion
We remember we remember we remember
thee Zion

tis not just the environment
that is being cynically
and systematically destroyed







Sunset For Poetry Jam

 
almost everyday
i would walk outside in my apron
and look at the tree pencil drawings
delicately outlined against the horizon

cows in yellow plastic earrings
would low softly
as the sun descended
quickly behind the mountains
throwing up an instant chill

the richly  technicolour cinematic beauty
was just too splendid a performance
all the time
like eating rich creamy pavlova
every day





for the first time i understood
why all of the early settlers homes
had frosted glass
they just did not want to see outside

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Haiku Horizons



chopping onions to
'sound the trumpet' by purcell
makes it bearable

i just hate cooking
i wonder if purcell cooked
no,probably not

for those who don't know
these guys are counter tenors
no, not a disease

Friday, April 25, 2014

Missing Summer Already



Autumn Tankas

chocolate paddlepops
only taste good in summer
fish and salted chips
taste much better in paper
at the beach with a cold beer


summer went too fast
now it is autumn followed
by winter and the bleak time
not that it is freezing cold
the sky remains blue mostly

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Haiku Heaven





we must be careful
watch what we say, just like in
oma's war stories

For The Weekend

Desert Folk


poetry jam: dverse


we come from the desert country
our women stay indoors
wear veils when outside
they are blissfully happy
they always say this
when being interviewed on the tv

we give them a bit of a thrashing
when they get out of line
we do that to the camels as well
in a caring way for their own good

we cut off their clits so they
don't get too horny with roving eyes
we reluctantly allow them to use slits
in their head covering for visibility purposes 
we would blindfold them as well but then they
could not not do the shopping




we ride camels and live in tents
sing songs on the sand like our forefathers
we follow " the religion of peace"






we cannot understand why the kaffir
do not want to accept our ways and be like us
they would be so much happier,especially the women




sometimes we have to remind them of what they are missing
with a few well placed bombs in the tube or in planes
to bring them to their senses
we do this in the spirit of peace and love
and for the benefit of mankind









Three Word Wednesday



marriage to a famous poet
a delicious and edible concept

two writers
adept at words
oozing viscous charm
cultivating a retinue of adoring fans

egos get in the way of things
words become weapons missiles
hurled at each other

and when it's over
air your dirty laundry
you can always write a book


Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Mid Week Motif....Poets United


 The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honours the servant and has forgotten the gift.

Albert Einstein


the mad scientist means well
forever trying
to squeeze his blinkered reality
into a test tube over a bunsen burner

head buzzing around with
countless equations attempting to
solve the mysteries of the universe
clinically on paper





science has served mankind well
but its very nature  has limitations
 it can also be used for evil

the mad scientist sometimes
becomes arrogant
forgets his humanity
denying the existence of a
higher being whom is beyond
our human comprehension

whereas



the holy man

approaches the mysteries with humility
in spirituality meditation and prayer
reading the tracts of the great ones
understanding that some elements
of truth will always  be elusive

they can never be reduced
to mere formula and equations
will never be fully understood
the holy man  knows this

he can also be worldly enough
to remember to wear a sombrero
in the hot Mexican sun
such a simple concept
would be beyond some scientists

When the solution is simple. God is answering .
Albert Einstein

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Haiku Horizons



clang shattering sounds
squawking cockies at meal time
in the restaurant

gossip bragging blah
empty vessels make most sound
in loud  high pitched screech

mwah bwah look at me
lunching munching  dining out
called socialising



Happy Easter Everyone

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Self Portrait

dverse
 
"I'm a nobody. Who are you?
Are you a nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us." - Emily Dickinson

maybe we should meet
then I might be a somebody
to someone
or mean something to someone
and failing that

i always have someone with me
near restful water He leads me
to revive my drooping spirit
my shepherd is the Lord
nothing indeed shall i want


Good Friday

For The Weekend



grumpy old grandpa
goes rooting round
in the garden at dawn

to lay traps for the possums
all of a sudden he espies
his lovely neighbour
at her window

he whistles and dances
trying to attract her attention
she slams the window shut
and his little hearts sinks
back into his striped pajamas

Mid Week Motif Poets United




the men
sat and wept
hiding in a room praying
thinking it  was all over

the women
when they saw the empty tomb
smiling
threw their baskets of ointments in the air
they knew

He appeared to many
and spread the joy

it was a time of sunshine
and many fragrances
myrrh rose and lemon blossom
lingered where he walked

 He had risen
and when He ascended
a corner stone
was set in place to build upon
a new way of thinking
and a new way of living

2000 years ago




















Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Poetry Jam : Haiku Horizons



little miss wren
heralds the arrival of spring
she sings in silvery tones
with some urgency
it is not the caterpillar
she is calling

singing silver notes
she warbles her heart in song
he does not hear her

he is not close by
her song is wasted on him
t'was last year as well

Three Word Wednesday





his kindness
and impassioned concern
was a welcome relief
which animated her life

although
his classification was pervert
he was no longer required to wear
a pink triangle

he was the only person
who had ever opened her fridge
to see if she had enough food
something that would never have occured
to either her family or friends

Friday, April 11, 2014

Sunday Scribblings

 

to awaken
to a flower offering
every day is
a good morning kiss
to the soul

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Barock n' Roll For The Weekend

Welcome To The Outback

Poetry Jam






i dont know
how they manage it

because you never see
a coloured face
in the village






these pockets
of anglo saxony
still exist
in rural areas of
the wide brown land

home to the outside dunny




makes one aware of
being alabaster white



grateful
to be spared
a foreign dodgy surname


lucky
to  be able to reproduce the
flat squawk of
a strangled cockatoo

yes - the aussie drawl

( no worries with
flicking the switch for this one)

lucky to be an accomplished
impersonator  flashing
a penetrating menacing stare
with hands on hips
warning the outsider
who has  come likely
to steal the silver and
murder us in our beds

- to back off

(never managed to do this one
and keep a straight face)

all the above
being an essential
in the first aid kit
to survive the outback




























Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Poets United Midweek Motif ...Three Word Wednesday







" Not all those who wander are lost "Tolkien


tis in man's nature to search
he is overburdened
with questions

what is over that hill
what is across the sea
how does that moody moon
control the listless tides

what makes a man
risk his life for another
what makes a man
enjoy torturing another

are we divided
into angels
and horrible monsters
or are we mostly apathetic

some go searching
wander through philosophy
religions pyschology cultures
for answers
they wander through the maze
all of their lives

inevitably
they find the answers
too late

le vraie est trop simple
il faut y arriver toujours
par le complique...

lost?
not the wanderers
they follow the star

surface dwellers
marking time
storing up treasures
on earth

they are the lost ones










Sunday, April 6, 2014

Haiku For Poetry Month April 2014



Day 11

they cannot go further
the waters are rising fast
pets alone at home


Day 12

home is where you are
as long as you are with me
living at the beach


Day 13

professor h geek
one person's reality
another's nightmare


Day 14

just checking your breasts
this is nothing personal
health reasons only


Day 15

poets are starving
they are forced to eat their words
unacceptable


Day 16

time is running out
you and i are stardust mere
specks in the cosmos


Day 17

listen to nature
and she will speak-old chinese
saying,better listen


Day 18



i would like you to
come with me on holidays
just for easter break

Day 19



tattoos everywhere
amor vincit omnia
love does conquer all


Day 20


the last bakewell tarts
sold in david jones sydney
t'was fitting t'was me

since i was a child
i have been eating these cakes
alas, no longer


Day 21 





such simplicity
gives me as much pleasure as
a bunch of roses

Day 22




a delightful book
escapist and idyllic
the joys of reading

Day 23



reiki relieves stress
horticulture and massage
odd combination

Day 24



trying to fit in
is not without its problems
puss is determined

Day 25



starry starry night
vincent's lovely night blue sky
sparkled with yellow

Day 26



a cat and writing
colette thought it essential
cat's words and she writes

Day 27



geese in chevron flight
i've got the urge for going
yes - joni mitchell

Day 28



they waved and they cheered
and in a week they would turn
on you with hatred

Day 29

















you died for our sins
the supremely selfless act
for self -centred man


 Day 30


you rose from the dead
if this is true, you are God
and we, mere dust specks


Friday, April 4, 2014

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Fool For You

Midweek Motif...Poets United




everyone knows
cats do not swim

what kind of fool am i
swimming after your boat

do i think
you are going to notice me

rescue me
drag me on board

offer me smoked salmon
and cream

the best i can hope for
is a  thrown life buoy

to take me safely
back to  shore

the cat sat on the mat
must try to remember


Three Word Wednesday




misogynist
is the word

vile fashion gurus
portraying gaunt
anorexic models
resembling
decomposed corpses
as pinnacles of beauty

when all the time
these pederasts
are fantasy  fucking
skeletal images
fresh from the
third world orphanage



Tuesday, April 1, 2014

POETRY JAM




No Time

i promised myself that
i would make a book of poems
eat artichoke hearts
finish my autobiography
stop worrying
read the psalms
sort my photos
swim underwater
learn all the preludes and fugues
get a truck drivers license
dance more
photograph the old laneways
before they disappear
find my true love
learn italian
kill the  bugs eating  the basil
go on a diet
become a semi super model
grow arugula
join guerilla gardeners
make someones day
ride a camel
restore and repair
the family graves
make marmalade
write a childrens book
about Acton
my dead goat
get another goat
sew a ballgown
sail in a row boat with my cat
like Matthew Flinders
around the coastline
open a language school
open a take away business
"real food for real people"
live on a boat
paint a mural
write a book
"living in luxury on dimes
recycling rags to riches"
go kayaking
learn photoshop
play the harpsichord
bury my face in lilacs
make gelato icecream
donate 50% of my imagination
to the government
join a choir
compose film scores
paint a masterpiece
conduct an orchestra
design portable living
" move house in a mini"
learn to cut a fringe
but now 
i have run out of time
there is not enough time