Go figure

Photo taken by Cassa Bassa at Narrabeen beach, Sydney Northern beaches, Australia

Cobra

Tonight the moonlight is fatal
your ivory teeth run along my spine
causing ripples to my cool belly
I crawl up along the ivy vine
drink from the marble fountain
your sweet whispering words
are the antidote to my venom

A Cold Christmas Day Down Under

Christmas, to me
is our big brother’s birthday
never about plastic trees
bling bling lights
or boxed presents
until this Christmas
in a land far away
you and you and you
are my love ones
I cannot smell the Christmas ham you cook
you cannot hear the carols I play

It saddens me
not to see the excitement of opening presents
not to see the Christmas tree twinkles
not to have a family meal with over sized
of everything being served
without you and you and you
I feel a little cold even
in the southern hemisphere
on Christmas Day

Early Morning On Boxing Day Down Under

The Living Poetry Prompt

5:30am
the Laughing Kookaburra sings
like
the loud mouth aunt from afar
wearing floral prints dress
busier than the Christmas tree
taking over the karaoke
nobody in the house
hears anybody else

my breath
stale with vodka martini
olives and smoked meat scraps
in between my teeth
who would think
I am peckish again
standing in front of the fridge
in my short jammies
searching for
cold turkey and cranberry sauce

this will tide me over
to the 11 o’clock big brunch
served with
blue berry pancakes and beacon
poached eggs on sour dough
sauteed mushroom and tomatoes

for now
before the house is fully awake
best to enjoy a strong cuppa
and the short breeze
before the sun rises to
stink the fertilised backyard
and listen to
more drunken rellos’ banter

Sometimes fighting is the only way out

They all let her go in the end
out of courtesy
out of respect
out of uncertainty

What were they uncertain about
she wondered
about their ability
about her worth
or
about the love between them

The train of regret never stopped
or
moved backward towards where it all began
the sunshine
the sparks
the sublime beauty
before
all the disagreement
all the fights
all the uncertainty

They all thought there was no beauty in
all the flaws
all the cracks
all the heartache
so they gave up
on their self worth
along with hers

In the end
nothing was worth fighting for
they wallowed in nostalgia
while
she was soaked in self pity

Gotta go now

The senior couple handed me a Christmas card with jingle bells.

I said thank you in formality and turned towards the door as a hint for them to depart.

The husband said in a trembling voice ‘It’s for you and your family to enjoy some chocolates.’ and he grinned. The wife grinned too.

‘You don’t have to do that. I am just doing my job to provide services. I appreciate the gesture very much. Thank you again.’ I kept facing the door thinking I am running late for my next appointment.

They finally said good bye and snail waked to leave my office with big smiles hung on their sallow faces.

My day was finally over. I shut my pc and enjoying a cup of tea. The jingle bells are quite pretty, old fashioned and sweet. So I opened the card to read the Christmas wishes. A one hundred dollar note slipped out of the card. It all made sense then about their grins.

One hundred dollar is equivalent to one week of their rent, one full leg of premium smoke Christmas ham, two tanks of petrol of their little car, or a new pair of shoes to replace his long worn out ones.

My eyes welled up for their generosity, but more for my insensitivity in rushing them out of the door.

What matters in the end

we had a discussion today
about
when we are hurt
do we tell the person that
we are hurt
or
do we sit in silence
wait for the person to come around
to realise in their own time
it may take years
a life time
even to the grave

forgiveness happens
way before
the reconciliation
we are no longer
imprisoned in our anger or rage
in response to hurt
but
the finally healing
does only come from
righting the wrongs
with
the truth

Breaking The Silence

A collaboration with Archangel White Wolf

We come from the land
of the deep blue sky
Milk and honey buried in the native mulberry shrubs
60000 years of tradition flows through the veins of this deep brown land
Wild and raw tunes flourish by the Ngurrungurrudjba
The rainbow serpent is in my dreams as Traditional owners call it seems
Their far cry for justice
and restoration of their land
We express in music
The political stand of
Midnight Oil
and INXS
The psychedelic of King Gizzard
Put politicians to the test
with the voice of Dan Sultan
Trials and Briggs
They are smashing the silence
of the political pigs
Give them justice and a fair go
Restore the balance of our country’s flow
Their waiting with patience
Heinous crimes committed
in the name of God
Reconcile the harmony of their land
It’s time for us to understand
They welcome us to their country
where we’re free to roam
Let our offspring still proudly call Straya home