heat wave
spritely hautbois
counter tenors
cold beers
screeching cockies
laughing kookaburras
the distant howl of the dogs
purcell full blast
sound the trumpet
a splendid juxtapostion
past the black stump
out back of beyond
a delightful delirious rendition
of wonderful insanity
inspiring a poem
just because i'm happy
Sadly ,colonies of wombats are being seriously depleted due to road kill and sarcoptic mange.
These very cute animals are in need of government funding to protect them as an endangered species.
Because the above video is disallowed I will substitute some pics of little George who is an orphan.
His mother was a victim to road kill.
They grow into large stout stocky animals with huge claws for burrowing.
Patrick (below) is the biggest wombat in the world.
He lives in the London Zoo.Most wombats in the wild live until about 15 years old.
Patrick is 29 and is a virgin.This may have something to do with being in Britain all this time:)
endangered species
with very sweet natures
cuddly old bears
social pariah
neonlit in
a perfectly positioned cloud balloon
hanging above the head of any person
having an elevated brain
having independent thought
non sympatico with the herd mentality
classified as elitist
possessing an appreciation and knowledge
of high culture
rejecting popular values and mores
very very sus and discomforting
to the millions who light a candle
to Kim Kardashian's insured huge arse
there is a social stigma attached
to those who disdain and despise
Mammon and his powerful cohorts
to those who are not impressed or envy anything
money grubbers are or own
who delight in the fact
that true talent and wealth can never be purchased
there is a social stigma attached
to the oddity who recognises
the divine in the true genius of JS Bach
truth humility and spirituality
being essential qualities in a crackpot's philosophy
to living a rich and meaningful life
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Bach the voice of God - a connection to the divine
we left the garden a long time ago moving further and further away
She loves this song
She will never know
a love like this
But likes to believe it exists
For her it will always belong in the fantasy box
A pile of impossible dreams she likes to visit sometimes
Rummages about in
Tries them on for size
Slow dancing with a pottlepot
Escape for a moment
Before she unpacks yet another box
Puts on another load of laundry
And turns back into a pumpkin
elusive dreams caught up in a fantasy just for a moment
Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille Fantasy Theme MLMM
1. If you want a lover
I'll do anything that you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner, take my hand, or
If you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I'm your man
2. If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I'll examine every precious inch of you
If you want a driver, climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know damn well that you can
I'm your man
3. But, the moon's too bright
The chain's too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been running through all of these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah, but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or I'd crawl to you baby and I'd fall at your feet
And I'd howl at your beauty like a dog in heat
And I'd claw at your heart, and I'd tear at your sheet
I'd say please (please)
I'm your man
4. And if you've want to sleep a minute on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the room alone
I'll disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me another mile across the burning sands
I'm your man
3. But the moon's too bright...
If you want a lover
i will do anything that you ask me to
And if you want to try another kind of love
I'll wear an old man's mask for you
If you want a partner,take my hand, or
If you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I'm your man
Today’s poem is “Traveling Through the Dark” by William E. Stafford:
*
Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.
.
By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car
and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;
she had stiffened already, almost cold.
I dragged her off; she was large in the belly..
My fingers touching her side brought me the reason—
her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,
alive, still, never to be born.
Beside that mountain road I hesitated.
.
The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;
under the hood purred the steady engine.
I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;
around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.
.
I thought hard for us all—my only swerving—,
then pushed her over the edge into the river.
Shadorma
head or heart
take the decision
do what's right
take a stand
endure the consequences
you will be stronger
our joan
la stupenda
the greatest bel canto
to date
not a sports star
so does not count for much
down here in Philistinia
the diva's childhood home
sold off to a chinese billionaire
spent millions destroying /renovating it
then reselling
Queen St Woollahra Sydney
no heritage listing
no preserving the building
intact for posterity
no plaque
for la stupenda
unrecognizable
this lovely 19th century home
'clyde cottage'
brutally reduced to a souless mcmansion
resembles an office block
i used to leave a flower
now i walk on the other side
don't look - hold my breath
dark thoughts rumbling
willing brewing a storm
to rain down dynamite sticks
on this edifice of disgraceful disrespect
our diva song bird her top notes made angels grin her country sadly deaf
neutral
o so safe
bland
comfortable
a la mode
low impact
lifeless
k madison moore
let colour conviction imagination
be the brush strokes of your life
refuse
to be oppressed by
the weight of opinion
the pc thought police
fight for
freedom
freedom of speech
speak out
stand up
stand tall
and
when you
turn around
find all
the troops have fled
find yourself alone
the quintessential symbol of sleazebags
with a strong tendency towards pussy groping
unhinged deranged ignorant and unprincipled
a potential president who does not even know
the correct date of the elections !
how could this happen? we might ask
he's filthy rich - we might answer
Good Luck Folks!
the canadian immigration department
is being overwhelmed (of course)
with applications for asylum by americans
get in early - avoid the xmas rush for citizenship