I was wondering if there was any amongst you who could draw a simple childlike illustration for the following poem. I went down the street. I was looking for a cat. I saw a big man with a very big hat I said, ‘Why are you wearing a hat like that?” He said, ‘I’m looking for a man who is looking for his cat’. … Continue reading A request of sorts
The Bumble Bump. Last night while everyone was sleeping I was awake and my heart was leaping. There was a terrible crashing on the outside door I jumped out of bed and fell flat on the floor. I bumped my head and stubbed a toe And there in my yard was an eerie glow. Now I might be brave and I might be big But … Continue reading Something for the little ones.
As I was searching for my passport I found a lot of my early twenties poetry. Really quite juvenile. found a folder of poems I wrote when I was much younger than I am now. How naive and devastating was life then. Here is a little one. The winds that blow the windows open And smack the glass against the wall That cry and … Continue reading Poem from years ago.
So folks, the plan is this: I write something serious about the imminent collapse of the Western World as we know it. All doom and gloom. That was yesterday, and then while I’m busy cogitating on what my next diatribe will be I now post a lot of pretty pictures or a poem to lull you into a false feeling of joy and happiness. Today … Continue reading Triantiwontigongolope
I don’t know what it’s like where you are but the authorities say that this lockdown, stay at home, don’t go anywhere unless you have to thing has meant that there has been a bit of a spike in domestic violence. Now if I tried to write a poem where all the lines lined up and the rhymes were all as good as I could … Continue reading A negative picture
A small boy’s lament. I haven’t seen my grandma or my grandpa And I haven’t seen my aunt or uncle too. I played outside alone with my puppy But I’d really like to play outside with you. Last night we put a tent up in the garden And pretended we were camping on our own But my little baby brother started crying … Continue reading Coronavirus camping
Years ago, when I had started blogging, there was a young woman who followed me on Blogger. She was fragile and her life was difficult. Her husband was a US marine who had come back from overseas with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Her very best friend was in gaol for killing her violently abusive partner. This young woman told me that the only thing that … Continue reading The Purple Dragon
A lass from the council rang today, “I’m your ‘My-Aged-Care’ adviser. We’re here to help anyway we can, I note you’re an early riser. We don’t like to ring too early, Some old folk rise quite late. But a note on your file here, tells me To ring just after eight.” I may have mentioned to someone – My doctor I think I told – … Continue reading Home Help!
Dear Ida May, This is for you and for the chooks and for Daddy who made the chook shed. Chooks What was Daddy doing banging with his hammer And making lots of noises in the yard? He got some sheets of iron And some big long bits of wood And hit them all with nails. Very hard. He made a little fence and … Continue reading Ida May’s Chooks
Dear Ida May, I am so glad you like my poem about the Bunyip. And thank you for drawing such a happy and friendly Bunyip for me. Now I won’t ever be frightened again – if I am in the forest. If any of your friends didn’t get to hear the Bunyip poem then they can, by clicking on the word BUNYIP. But the best … Continue reading Bunyips and all the animals.