A poem from St Patrick’s Day last year (2022), and here I am again today. Maybe another poem/haiku tomorrow … it’ll be a shortish piece … I’ll be extra tired … ☘
Late night I attended the ‘lowercase’ Open Mic event, at the Analogue Academy, which for the past 10 years has been a cultural “home” for the young artistic generatation in the Geelong area. Sadly the Analogue Academy is closing down very soon and will be sorely missed by all concerned. Appropriately I recited my poem “Finality”, a piece I wrote for a lowercase open mic night 4 years ago.
Please Note: The Photos attached above; were taken by “Me” from the stage/platform, just before I began to recite my poem, and everyone smiled for their fabulous group photos … as you can see, the venue was reasonably small and the happy gathering filled every square inch available
Finality (Revised)
Lowercase: Thursday April 11th 2019
Theme: Shadow Of Doubt
Venue: Workers Club
We will all travel, life’s journey
There’s reality in the end, a concluding count down
Finality occurs, not a shadow of doubt
Sooner or later, we must retire, and work no more
Old tools are laid to rest, among the spider webs
There is a time, when we have to say goodbye
To that special one’s, sad crying eyes
Suddenly we are propelled past our friends lives
The people we knew, dwindle to a few
And beyond the lies, earth rises and dies
We the custodians, failed to see overcast skies
Our belief’s shriveled, inside religious sleeves
The jealous and greedy, are yet to eat their last supper
I hope tomorrow’s future, is better than today’s veiled ways
And yesterday’s trials, become the healing castle’s final say
Today’s “Throwback” article was originally posted in September 2018
The featured Image above, was after I’d walk around the city centre of Geelong taking all of these photos,.. I had to have refreshments, and the best place seemed to be Pistol Pete’s Blues Bar, with loud music, tasty food and a cold beer or two.
For those followers of Australian Rock Music, the above mural is of Chrissy Amphlett, she was a Geelong girl, and lead singer of the Divinyls, one of our great bands during the 1980’s and 1990’s
A PoemFrom Early March 2019: Well here l am, back in hospital again and feeling anxious about whether I am going to be fit enough to fly to NewYork and Philadelpha in just seven weeks time.
Last month I posted a poem on my website which was also Titled “Birds on Wirds”, however my Throwback poem from July 2010 is completely different, and in keeping with my poetic theme about birds lately I thought It would be appropriate to repost my first “Birds on Wires” poem here today …
Here in Geelong today we had some cool summer showers, which reminded me of the 2020 summer, when the devastating bushfires were raging throughout Australia, and in late January, we were in desparate need of some relieving summer rain. Feature Image Above: I’m standing in light rain, at the end of my lane, but the sky is still a smokey haze, which is very eerie…..
Left. A smokey beach in the morning Right. Looking straight at the sun on the beach
Left. The smokey sky and sun at end of my lane. Right. The thunderstorm this afternoon
Eerie Sky, Teasing Rain
The eeriness is hard to explain
Our sky is smokey again
But here I stand in the rain
At the end of my dusty lane
Smelling the stench of our fiery haze
Now mixed with the aroma of wet maize
I’m stunned, and unearthly amazed
As Thor’s neon lights add to my daze
This summer storm is yet to fully expound
Tiny drops are struggling to cover the ground
The day’s hot, but our sun cannot be found
And this afternoon’s darkness leaves me spellbound
Footnote: When I was about to post this article, the heavy rain did come…. At last the sky did start crying over the fires of South-Eastern Australia, and gave our exhausted firefighters a timely reprieve.
Lately I have been reading the poems I wrote while I was hostpital 4 years ago, recovering from 2 strokes that had occured only 7 weeks apart. Needless to say, I was down and out, and looking back through my writings during those difficut months, I am both surprised and fascinated at how I was able cope and still managed to produce so many emotion pieces from the confines of my hospital bed. Todays poem “I’m A Dreamer”, as is my way, has been slightly revised.
I’m A Dreamer(Revised)
I am here on a hospital bed, life’s not quite right
Today’s window, is out of sight
I sense that the sun did rise and the day is now alight
Answering the sky, I’m a dreamer of the night
Morning thoughts of the day ahead, within this quiet
I could be in the park, flying my orange kite
Under a cool verandah, riding my silver bike
On the surf beach, cleansing myself of this blight
Lying on warm sand, sunbathing my body beyond white
Reality strikes, I’m here waiting for the next test’s bite
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 