august
you are finally here
four weeks till spring
100 years ago
these kids
would not have been swimming
down under
too cold
it's our last month of winter
not sure about the bonnets either
august
you are finally here
four weeks till spring
100 years ago
these kids
would not have been swimming
down under
too cold
it's our last month of winter
not sure about the bonnets either
very eccentric glam femme
federico fan
gelato conoisseur
swans about in the trevi fountain
rescued by charming real estate agent
parties with nuns
and hot polish poet/ construction workers
under the tuscan sun
was never like this pour moi
i got stung by a bee in florence
can't really make a movie about that
WORDLE
marmalade boy dreams he can smell sardines\
dreams broken by the noise
of torrential rain
washing down the window
water water everywhere
he yawns and stretches
she feels like going out dancing
looks in the mirror
no point in deluding herself
she may be a clever little thing
but will never dance like Kylie Minogue
three talented kids
having the courage
to sing wonderful nerdy songs
grandparents would love
i would adopt all three
three bunches
for the price of one
sacred glimmers
in the supermarket
it's sunday
no one's swimming in my
bogey hole
good
one of the rocks has a big smile
one of the few constants
in my life
my nana told me it keeps the
sharks away
my nana knew everything
the soft dreamy gaze of
beautiful marmalade boy
a serious cuddlepuss
no need for an electric blanket
determined interlopers
an onion
and a fish fern
they are both very welcome
so cheap....a bargain
just needs a coat of paint
the agent said
and a life time's worth of work
she discovered
goodness
you're very trim for your age
the doctor said
you must work out at a gym a lot
yeah sure
WORDLE
once ecstatic
to feel the warmth of a few small sunbeams
the northern hemisphere
this summer sizzles
burns in wild fire flames
no air con in homes
no shade trees to cool the edges
the voice of climate change
rings out loud and clear
A well known journalist who writes a regular column in the Australian Women's Weekly has published a letter she received from her Mum when she was living in London.many years ago. She is a Canadian but has been living in Oz since the 60s
She writes
I still have the letter my mum wrote to me from Canada after I told her I'd met the man who would become MOTH (the man of the house) We met in London and I wasn't going home I was going to Sydney
" Dear Patty
Thank you for your newsy letter. I have heard of people coming from Australia but not of anyone going there. I hope it is safe. Be careful and always speak slowly and clearly. Wear the maple leaf pin I gave you when you go outside dear. Otherwise people will think you're American.I love you and miss you
Mum
PS
What does his father do?"
a good hearty laugh
gives respite
from a mad mad world
times have changed
folks no longer think
aussies are a dangerous bunch
of monosyllabic cretins
( well i hope not anyway)
LOL
OPEN LINK WEEKEND # 128
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2008/jan/21/weather.architecture
anyone heard of floating homes
for flood prone areas?
holland has
no mention of it at all
here in oz
are we going to pretend
that the weather patterns will return to normal?
it's not one of our native birds
but we have plenty of ostriches down under
Barry Ross Smith
SYDNEY
this is why you live here
you used to be able to do this
all year round
boasting
no need for an overcoat
no need for an umbrella
our british cousins
flock here to live
to escape their awful weather
( sorry chaps! )
oh well
i saw a whale at the beach yesterday
my heart soared a little
..............................................................
i have seen
houses
furniture
walls
garden structures
all built
from used tyres
and looking fabulous
endless uses
for these tyres
roads and biodiesel fuel can also be made from tyres
RECYCLING
is creative
fun
aesthetically pleasing
RECYCLING
is one of the solutions
for saving our planet
REMEMBERING Beverley Crawford
February 13, 1934---July15, 2022
i light a candle for Bev
to say goodbye
RIP dear Beverley
may the angels wrap
you in their wings
on your journey to the
eternal light
your fine poems and
cheeky humour will be missed
love from all of us
in the poetry world
thousand orange leaves
counting my blessings every day -
I light a candle
© Chèvrefeuille (2014)
thousand orange leaves
crumpled and burnt by the sun
a hot summer this year
counting my blessings everyday
no matter how bad things get
others are worse off
i light a candle
for the few who have been kind to me
God bless them
song birds abound
down here
awakened every morning
by the currawongs
a nice start
before watching
the bad news of the day
butcher birds
part of the drama queen bird brigade
of screeching cockatoos and laughing kookaburras
always rattling on about something or other
sing different songs in different regions
it's possible that this constant caterwauling
has forged the australian identity
bird songs trapped in the national psyche
one needs an ear for wild language
and wild everything
especially if you live
down under
Friday Writings # 35
Poets and Story Tellers United
EARTHWEAL WEEKLY CHALLENGE
sherry is going to be so annoyed
i only brought one designer shoe home
she likes a pair
it's her birthday so i may have to return
to get the other if i can avoid the dog catcher
she is out again
another night alone
i keep the home fires burning
waiting
waiting
waiting
if she brings home another cat
i am leaving
boris johnson said
i look like a letter box
so sherry got him fired
no worries
i'm getting him back
he wont be tinkling
these very expensive ivories for a while
happy birthday dear sherry
from your devoted canine friends
hope you enjoy the party
we invited the cat
but he was feeling unwell
bloody dogs
have done a putin poison job
on the cat biscuits
again
Open Link Weekend # 126
there was a blonde kid
called julian
angelic quiet type
never a hooligan
found often deep in thought
didn't like sport
captain of the village school
top student and no ones fool
so how did this gentle boy from the bush
become americas number one scapegoat
pursued and hunted for the rest of his life
to be tortured and suffer such awful strife
for whistle blowing and telling the truth
a sad sad story of wasted youth
https://independentaustralia.net/politics/politics-display/julian-assange-is-being-crucified-for-our-sins,
a great weapon in the arsenal
fighting fit to win
against the odds
stay calm
think french
read the psalms
be still
and know that I am God
SHADORMA
counting down
the days until spring
8 long weeks
cannot wait
winter woes and rainy days
go away begone