The Short of It
I mostly write short poetry, so it is fitting that my four short poems have been published by Susi’s the short of it.
Wisdom
Older and wiser
Acting more silly
Unintended Strategy
She’s always his unrequited.
That’s how she won him over.
Love
I love you most
When you say very little
And do what’s needed
To keep me smiling
Cracked
I drink too much
Because I cannot bear
To see my sober self
In the mirror
It reminds me of
Every bit of
what’s wrong with me
The day you left
A War Vet on The Street
Why are you turned off by my body odour
Why do you despise me of self medicating
You look at me in your pretty dress
thinking that
I am some kind of a predator
We were no different than you pretty lot
We had hopes and dreams
We dressed to impress
You’ll never know the scam
we fell for
in the name of protecting
people like you
who are looking weak and weak indeed
War is the devil
He steals, lies and cheats
He gives false hopes
He shatters dreams
He ruins
He kills
Now you know the truth
Keep walking and go your pretty way
Leave me alone
I gotta get my next fix
蓝
粉蓝象征着生命
犹如出生的婴儿
踏着盐味的海浪
蔚蓝涌来新希望
深蓝是你的忧郁
来去匆匆无影踪
靛蓝色的星空下
月亮代表我的心
紫蓝是你的愤怒
未雨绸缪也不及
暴风骤雨的袭击
伤痕过后留郁蓝
“No Makeup” Makeup Look
He burst in laughter
watching her creating
a “no makeup” makeup look
He wanted to say
‘You look beautiful without
all these expensive bottles and palettes’
But the concentration on her face
the brushes moved with her skilled hand
He saw an enthusiastic girl in a craft studio
enjoying creative elaboration
The Great Escape
She packed two silk dresses
and
seven different red lipsticks
caught the midnight train
to Paris
The rhythm of train lulled her
to the memory of yesterdays
She was cut off from the world
that she once lived in vibrancy
by a pair of cruel hands clasped around her neck
deceiving her as a silk tie but deadly
Light went out of her in that luxurious villa
Her shadow ghost roamed among the Spanish antique furniture
and priceless artworks
She pressed her pale face
on the tan sandstone wall
longing for the sun to rescue her
She envied the robins sang freely in the midst of bluebells and primroses
The night was starless
But she saw Van Gogh’s cafe de nuit
and smelled the roses wrapped in newspaper
resting casually on the table
by a café allongé
The soft song of J’en connais
calling her home
* This poem was included in Wounds I Healed, published by EIF, edited by Gabriela Milton.
#songshare – Frontier Psychiatrist
Frontier Psychiatrist by The Avalanches
Is Dexter ill, Is Dexter ill, Is Dexter ill
Is Dexter ill today, Mr Kirk, Dexter’s in school
I’m afraid he’s not, Miss Fishborne
Dexter’s truancy problem is way out of hand
The Baltimore County school board have decided to expel
Dexter from the entire public school system
Oh Mr Kirk, I’m as upset as you to learn of Dexter’s truancy
But surely, expulsion is not the answer!
I’m afraid expulsion is the only answer
It’s the opinion of the entire staff that Dexter is criminally insane
That boy needs therapy, psychosomatic,
That boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic
That boy needs therapy
Lie down on the couch! What does that mean?
You’re a nut! You’re crazy in the coconut!
What does that mean? That boy needs therapy
I’m gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy
Play the kazoo, let’s have it tune
On the count of three
That, that, that, that, that boy.. boy needs therapy
He was white as a sheet
And he also made false teeth
Avalanches is above, business continues below
Did I ever tell you the story about
Cowboys! Bit , bit bitches and the indians and, Fron, Frontier Psychiatrist
I, I felt strangely hypnotised
I was in another world, a world of 20.000 girls
And milk! Rectangles, to an optometrist, the man with the golden eyeball
And tighten your buttocks, pour juice on your chin
I promise my girlfriend I’d, the violin, violin, violin
Frontier Psychiatrist
Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier
Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier
Frontier, frontier, frontier, frontier
That boy needs therapy, psychosomatic
That boy needs therapy, purely psychosomatic
That boy needs therapy
Lie down on the couch, what does that mean?
You’re a nut! You’re crazy in the coconut!
What does that mean? That boy needs therapy
I’m gonna kill you, that boy needs therapy
Ranagazoo, let’s have a tune
Now when I count three
That, that, that, that, that boy.. boy needs therapy
He was white as a sheet
And he also made false teeth
Frontier Psychiatrist
Can you think of anything else that talks, other than a person?
Uh ohh, uh oh, a bird! Yeah!
Sometimes a parrot talks
Ha ha ha ha ha !!!!
Yes, some birds are funny when they talk
Can you think of anything else
A record, record, record !
Pretty in White
I thought
butterflies fell from the sky
resting on the tree branch
I reached out my hand to touch
their silk dresses
and realised they were blossoms
pretty in white
#Publication – The Poets Symphony (re-promotion)
The Poets Symphony
Verses, Melodies, and Lyrical Poems
Published by Raw Earth Ink in 2020
Available at Angus & Robertson, Dymocks, Amazon, Lulu
I have read this anthology again recently, and I feel it’s worth mentioning again. 💚
Neurotypical
Living Poetry word prompt – Abandon
She thinks black and white
She knows right or wrong
She is refreshing
when she speaks her mind
She is energising
when she speaks your mind
She is beautiful
when she dances with total abandon
She is light
when she faces the sun
singing to the birds
Flicker of Thoughts 