A Chinese Riddle

the long legged musicians
are
playing flute and guitar repertoire
while
parading into the honeymoon suite

高脚小儿郎
吹箫入洞房

Risks – by 9 yr old Ben

There are so many things to do in life
Some may be good and some may be bad
Like a roller coaster of ups and downs

There are also many risks
Like you saving a family member 
and the risk is that 
you might die from doing this

There are some risks you can take
and some you just can't 
So Risk can be good like 
saving a family member and living
Or bad like 
you save them and you die

Vanilla Sky

I am a fugitive for life
there is nowhere to hide
run from mundane 9 to 5
fly into the vanilla sky
“Open your eyes.
You’re going to be fine.”
everything rings lies
illusion cheats no time

Continue reading “Vanilla Sky”

Anger

I had no electricity
at first
the zen in me remained calm
candle light was special
and poetic

I had been kicked around
like a soccer ball
between the energy supplier
and the strata manager
neither cared about
my defrosted deep freezer
and lukewarm refrigerator

fail after mistake
empty promise after fail
error after lip service
my anger surfaced

they started to receive
official warnings
from me
they retaliated with
strata by-law and ombudsmen
my anger turned into rage

I plotted to cause
the strata manager
to lose his job
the customer service officer
to be humiliated on national tv

then
I paused
to remember the difference
between
the outright angry customer
who screamed at the cashier
and
the polite cashier
who took complaints
day in and day out
eventually the passive anger
went ballistic to
gun down everyone in store

I finally realised
they were just a few
soggy frozen dinners
and wilted vegetables
I will have some wine
and write about it
rather than
follow through the plot to
destroy

Kismet

you’re from out of space

among the diamond rain

just crash into me

Loss

I would never thought to
miss the kookaburra
woke me up at 5am
but I do today
along with other things
like

watching the fish swimming
in the water hyancinth filled
inground pond

reading by the crackling fire
under the shade cloth

the smell of lavender, rosemary,
basil and sage from the garden

Sunday roast
and the laughter
once a family gathering brought

although
they are not the things
made me feel like home
but today
just today
I do miss
them