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2020 in Review. Yeah.

2020 in Review. Yeah.

 Next year I’ll have 2020 Vision
Oxymoronic joke of yesterday
It’s me, myself and my television
2020 – F*** My Life – come what may.

Flown through shadows of Cyclone Sarai
Echoes of cries from family and friends
Home beckoned beyond the Pacific sky
The clock started ticking on the island.

In the first month of 2020 we
Were on fire. Bursting from the state forests
A burning glow; cities, country, and sea
Confined in an unprecedented mess.

In the second month of 2020 we
Were underwater. Not seen since August
Highways washed out; cities, country, and sea
Cut off in an unprecedented mess.

In the third month of 2020 we
were told three little words. It’s for the best
Just stay at home; cities, country, and sea
Holistay an unprecedented mess.

What do we think of 2020? we
do not believe it’s a year we’ll cherish
April, May, What? Cities, country and sea
2020 is an unprecedented mess.

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My Almanac

 My Almanac

Nimbostratus animates the dark skies
Wattles shiver beneath the eucalypts
The bustles of Great Exhibition dies
Stone the flamin’ crows! Screams from weathered lips
The Roo’s alone bounce across the desert
Dreams of an eternal blue billabong
Changing winds sweeping the dusty red earth
There’s nothing left to show – a sunburnt home.
Four seasons in one day, the laneways read
I sit here waiting for us to happen
Life’s house of improv – let me try that scene
Little red dresses are hard to fathom.
I’m a goldilocks of small-town England
A kindred spirit of Ms. Jane Austen
Outside my window, an empty grandstand
Groundhog Day headlines: ‘It’s the same, stay in’.
I write to you, always and forever
But our love is a wandering unicorn
Once upon a time and ever after
Shutters fall and lock – the story is worn.
Standing at the edge there is melancholy
Thunderous temperamental melody
Telling the tale of me in my city.

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On Writing Poetry

On Writing Poetry

Da-duh. Da-duh. Dah-duh, My finger taps.
A Word Art race. Scurry across my eyes
Like math, dancing into a rhythmic sequence
They say mean it, do you know what I mean?
My heart’s static. A buoy in the ocean
Floating, drifting – a gypsy vagabond
Words tornado our binding emotion
Beckoning your aching heart to respond.
Someone said your soul should orate your truth
Let your heart hug people – join the chorus
Animate the philosophy of youth
But please please, do your best not to bore us.
Our brain is the marionettist of life
And our fingers bear the unwanting strife.

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Sunflower

Sunflower

I am tall and yellow.
How far does the blue sky go?
The twitter of the Chickadee’s
Dance through the mighty white oaks
Awakening the forest,
and I stand tall and yellow.
I try to burst from the earth
Turn and face the sun
I feel the heat
and worry the drought
Won’t let her cry.
I am tall and yellow.
I bring the joy and sparkle
A thousand suns
Planted in eternal fields
I try to stand tall
I try to stay yellow
I hope for tomorrow.
I am a sunflower fellow.