When the golden chariot, turned into a yellow taxi
And I had no faerie godmother to guide me
She was riding her whale, and had drifted out to sea
My recital evening, wandered through crystal glee
Recalling live music, and chalices of cheer
The singer Tennyson, finished and noticed me
After a warm handshake, we talked about being free
And discovered, we mutually liked the band ‘Dirty Three’
Then I exchanged, a Tullawalla poetry booklet, for his CD
Thank you to Tennyson King and his bass guitarist James, for giving of their time, and being genuinely friendly. During our conversation, I found out he’s a Canadian, from Toronto, on a 3 month tour of Australia.
And below a song from ‘Dirty Three’, that maybe I’ve not posted here before…
Feature Image: My photo of, Barbara Roe Hebb’s, sculpture, “Pollen Pals”, at the Geelong Sculptors Inc. Annual Exhibition, 101 Ryrie Street, Geelong, where the theme of the exhibition was, ‘Who’s Your Muse’, and I’m presenting this poem for the writers part of the event, tomorrow afternoon.
Mosquitoes and Bees
I was asked the question, “who’s your muse”
My mind flew into overdrive, now I’ll have to chose
Years ago the answer would have been, my Queen
The lady who was always in my dreams
Living longer than her, altered my life’s mission
Spending time alone, enlightened my vision
Mindful thoughts were constantly buzzing
I’d learnt enough to know, this world’s not humming
Nature’s lifeblood, mosquitoes, bees
And the air we breath, sheltered by life giving trees
Are the persecuted convicts of corporate greed
Leaving us, the planet’s custodians, begging on our knees
The bees pollinating wings, have been broken
And purifying forests, have been stolen
It’s time, to dismount the angel’s white ponies
And ask my muse Melpomene, please save earth’s colonies
Time Jesum Transeuntum et Non Riverentum, Lyrics
Nick Cave, Dirty Three
We were called to the forest
And we went down
A wind wind blew warm and eloquent
We were searching for the secrets of the universe
We rounded up demons and forced them
To tell us what it all meant
We tied them to trees
And broke them down, one by one
On a scrap of paper they wrote these words
(And as we read them, the sun broke
Through the trees)
Dread the passage of jesus, for he will not return
Then we headed back to our world
And left the forest behind
Our hearts singing with all the knowledge of love
But somewhere, somehow, we lost the message
Along the way
And when we got home, we bought ourselves a house
And we bought a car that we did not use
And we bought a cage,and two singing birds
And at night we’d sit and listen to the canary song
For we’d both run right out of words
Now the stars they are all angled wrong
And the sun and the moon refuse to burn
But I remember a message
In a demon’s hand
Dread the passage of jesus, for he does not return
He does not return
He does not return
Hello dear readers, and dear Sue(Nan’s Farm-Inside Out)…. here I am on the beach, yeah !! yes a long 18 months since I’ve been able to feel the warm sand between my toes…. not hot enough for swim yet, but I could smell the fresh sea air…… In my excitement I took all of these photos (and More). The sun was shining and it was a pleasant 23’C.
Eastern Beach, on Corio Bay The Geelong Yacht Club
Ivor with the famous Bollards** More of the sculptured Bollards**
The enclosed beach area within the perimeter of the promenade
Some views as I was walking around the promenade
The salt-water pool, where Ivor learnt to swim (55 years ago)
Yachts on Corio Bay Steps and fountain down to the beach
The children’s pool area
The lush lawn expanses at the beach Looking back to the Geelong City centre
I hope you all enjoyed viewing these photos, as much as I enjoyed my outing to the beach on this a memorable day for me…….
**Jan Mitchell’s Waterfront Bollards
No visitor to Geelong’s magnificent waterfront precinct can miss the whimsical bollards that stretch from Rippleside to Limeburners Point. Painted by local artist Jan Mitchell, the bollards have become an icon of Geelong. Sadly Jan is no longer with us but she has left a lasting legacy which will put a smile on just about anyone who comes face to face with these unique and much loved pieces of public art.
Today’s Weekly Photo Prompt is: Big and Small.… and I believe the topic is open to one’s own interpretation….. Please go and visit the fabulous “Weekly Prompts” site >> Here
Tonight I’m making two BIG bowls of salad’s for my dinner. The BIG bowls of salad will probably last me most of the week, for my dinner meals. The two salads I made were a Potatoe Salad and a Broccoli Salad. I had a SMALL serve of each salad with my barbeque lamb loin chop…. Then for sweets I had a SMALL serve of mango yogurt.
Above: my two BIG bowls of salad, the broccoli salad, top of photo, and potatoe salad at the bottom of the photo…
Above: A SMALL serve of each salad with my barbeque lamb loin chop….
Above: The recipe for the Broccoli Salad, and yes, it’s yummy….
Above: My SMALL Mango Yogurt, also very yummy…… actually a Greek style yogurt
Having a lazy day in Ballarat, but managed to have a picnic lunch and a walk around a bit of Lake Wendouree, the famous picturesque attraction in centre of Ballarat..
