Gentlemen’s Agreement

I once lived in a rental garden flat
cohabited with
garden worms
scorpions
and
spiders

Garden worms came and went
through the wet walls
minding their own business

Scorpions were kept out of my flat
by the lavender shrubs I planted
could’t label them as intruders

The itsy winzy spiders though
I had a gentlemen’s agreement with
They stayed at the four corners of the ceiling
free to spin webs and catch their prey
mosquitoes, flies and clothes moths
to my delight
In exchange
they would never
receive a mist of lethal spray

The spiders and I had a deal
and it was a win-win
for both of us

woman looking on spider
Photo by JJ Jordan on Pexels.com

Love in Silence

A translation of Jun’s poem 默爱 (Love in Silence)

When you try to make a name
as a painter
I become the sponsor
of your exhibition

When you write your heart out
as a poet
I am your publisher

When you are an author
written books no one reads
I learn to be a collector

默爱

当你是一个无名的画家，
你特想办一个画展，
我就成为一个赞助者。

当你是一个诗人，
你特想出一本诗集，
我就成为一个出版商。

当你是一个作家，
写的书无人看，
我就是一个收藏家。

Life and Death

She comes to me in the moonlight
wears a long grey shawl
drapes along the windy road
slows down her footsteps

She has stolen my lover
condemned him with shame
bound him with lies
to his guilt infected bed

My anxiety builds up
while she approaches
She opens her hand
reveals a dry crusty heart

I hold my breath and cup its fragility
Instantly it gives out a low groan
Its arteries gravitate to my life source
Hope clicks into place

Her face filled with astonishment
Her eyes flare up rage
Her shawl blown away by moonbeams
In a flash
she immerses in a cascade of smoke
The wall of cypresses let out a ghostly howl
taking her in a confetti trail of ashes

Social Distancing

I drove 35 minutes to the beach
found a lone pine tree

I sat in a lotus position
meditated Pslam 91

A person walked their dog
The fluffy mop stayed 0.5 metres from me
I looked at the ocean
It looked at me
I was happy to have company

It toddled away eventually
It was thoughtful though
It left a pile of shit behind
0.5 metres away from me

Its master did nothing
adhering to 1.5 metres social distancing
just left me and poo
to each other’s company

South Pole

Our naive determination
to become citizens of Antarctica
to imitate the penguins
and the hourglass dolphins
live in a world of desert
without camels

We are like albatrosses
a perfect icon
for the virtues of marriage
on perspex display

Our hearts live in the same
uninhabitable curve
filled with summer daylight
and cold
drenched in winter darkness
and colder

I wonder
where do we go from here
except going around in circles
of South Pole

 

standing two black and white penguins
Photo by Jean van der Meulen on Pexels.com

Learn Spelling from Love

Immeasurable

Incomprehensible
Inexplicable
Inconvenient

Irreplaceable
Irresistible
Irreversible

Unconditional
Unconventional
Unexplainable
Unorthodox
Unreasonable

#Publication – The Poets Symphony

Dear Readers,

Two of my poems Cello and This Used to be My Playground made it into The Poets Symphony collection

“Lovingly composed by thirty-one artists and writers from around the world, The Poets Symphony delivers the seduction of music in the form of poetry, lyrics, rhyme, digital art, photography and more.”

Thank you Tara Caribou for putting this collection out. I look forward to reading the pieces from my fellow bloggers Mike Ennenbach and River Dixon

 

 

Here are snips of my 2 poems:

Cello

… She exhibits as the most porcelain icy celestial body on the Kuiper belt
The divine tone of cello is escalating from mellow to vibrant,
lustrous to transcendental to dark…

This Used to be My Playground

…I dream of you still in black and white
Your linen shirt flying on the swing
Your manic laughter on the seesaw

This used to be my playground
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to whenever I was in need of a friend
Why did it have to end… 

The Poets Symphony: Verses, Melodies, and Lyrical Poems is releasing on the 15th of May. You will find it anywhere that sells books online: lulu, Barnes & Noble, Amazon.

Pre order the e book here

Ambition

A man will not hide under his armpit
Make excuses for his lazy manner
Binge watch The Bachelorette
Idolise chick flicks immaturity
Take advantage of little old lady Terri
Insult public school children’s intelligence
Order take-away fluffy Chinese omelette
Nothing to do but masturbate on sofa all night

Legacy

This little poem is inspired by Archive by Benjamin Grossman

 

I would love to be remembered as 0
came as 0
went as 0
a perfect weightless cycle

I came pure
and innocent to this world
I would leave without immorality
and guilt free

For life could not lay shame on me
and death would not overcome me

 

Reality Wrapped in a Dream

I always dream to have a house by the lake.
Funny thing is, I hate slugs and mosquitoes.
Ironically there is almost always a trade-off.
So, it’d be best to enjoy what the lake offers
in a bubble wrapped living from a distance.

 

 

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