life of fire (a concerto)

life of fire (a concerto)

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life of fire (a concerto)

composition beginning
with timidity,
a delicate foray into
existence,
perhaps lingering for fear of the known,
the breathless destruction
that comes with being

fire

a confidence is gathering
swiftly, with success
and orchestral fuel,
a collaboration that we know will destroy,
but this can be ignored
in the harmony of beauty ablaze

a finale soaring with freedom,
a reach for the solitude of release –
an intoxicant,
the flames rage to escape the coals
but the dying has already begun,
and the concerto
will smoulder
and be
razed

Haiku

Haiku

Billy and Benny, flower pot meeeeny 😉

playful goats
crunching on hay
tough roughage

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Two gorgeous miniature goats have joined Merlin and Spirit (our two Suri alpacas) in their paddock.

I would like to introduce you to Billy and Benny – they are very young but won’t get much bigger 🙂

They are pets and we can lead them around the garden like dogs, but unlike dogs, they eat nearly everything they can get their little mouths around (including plastic)!

We will have to keep a close eye on these two hyperactive eating machines.

Yellow

Yellow

resized duckling smucklings

Yellow

is

something mellow
that gets the yolk,

the buttercup duckling
wrapped in chubby fingers, cradling,

it don’t mean a thing
if it ain’t got that lemon zing,

butter creaming,
icing sugar dreaming,

sunflower beaming,
Coldplay streaming,

cows milk churning,
cheese wheels turning,

banana paddle-popping
corner shop-a-stopping,

sunbeam slating
the unhappiness, deflating,

so tie a welcome ribbon
round the old oak tree,

or

sinister like yellowcake in the hands
of anyone,

a fever lingering in the blood
of mosquitoes,

the sheen of the underbelly
of a suspect snake,

the label of a coward in the face
of fear,

the jaundiced hue of the face of the man
with a failing liver,

and the phlegm from the lungs of the one
with emphysema,

or the ageing letters cramped in the diminishing space
of the nursing home,

as well as the caution sign on the door,

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Note: A repost poem from my colour series and in honour of the ducks and ducklings now cavorting around our property – and a reminda that you gotta take the good with the bad 😉

Room for Sound (a psalm)

Room for Sound (a psalm)

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photo by G Bryden

Room for Sound (a psalm)

Whistling airstream whirls through a crack;
…..understand the silence of a room not entered.

Mute from birth listening to the maelstrom;
…..words linger without hope in barren vocal cords.

Stillness of meditation creates harmony of thought;
…..sound amplified in an empty house is too loud.

Listening to bad news on the box is a hard drone;
…..hunger returns when the funny man gets to the guts of it.

Bathroom acoustics are great for any instrument;
….. but audiences prefer the comfort of a larger space.

Wild dolphins connect to the pod with clicks and squeals;
…..captured dolphins reel from sonar in a confined space.

If dolphins could speak their minds they might be free;
…..how could we deny them the room for their sound.

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Note: an edited repost 🙂

I’m in Trouble Again

I’m in Trouble Again

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My ransom note poem about Gina Rinehart ‘Listen up Gina’ has been published in the Australian Poetry’s Sotto Magazine (November Edition).

This makes me very happy but slightly apprehensive 😉 as Ms Rinehart (the richest lady in the world) is on the search for more coal (like she hasn’t got enough already) and has bought the local pub (5 minutes drive away) on the promise of a seam of the dirty stuff. It is more than likely that the coal is there and that she’ll be employing people (at the lowest rates possible) to dig it out of the ground.

Never mind! There are heaps of other pubs around. And I have heaps of aliases – haha.

Cheers

Gabe Killer Crook xo

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On the Road to Progress

On the Road to Progress

On the Road to Progress

Every day the road displays the slaughter
at the altar of progress and prowess;
how fast and far can we travel.

What gets in the way, pays
and paves our path in blood –
human and the other animal offerings.

The guttural roar of empire
smothers the whimpering
of minions in their death roll pleading

S … ave
O … ur
S … ouls

But a corpse is not long in the sun –
a mere crows meal, maggots feast
lubricant for the corpulent tyres

on the limo of civilisation;
Fatboy Slim remixes
You’ve Come Along Way Baby

while Hannibal Lecter’s
appetite is whet
for the silent lambs.

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Warning: song contains lyrics that might be considered offensive

Sound of Peppermint Bottle

Sound of Peppermint Bottle

Sound of Peppermint Bottle

Still life, Peppermint Bottle
Cézanne looks; I hear
peppermint bottle

chocolate block
red toffee apple
clip clippety clop

rubber plantation
prelude to power
carnation, lactation

molten glass
tube
salt spray, Esperance

butter batter bitter with a squeeze of lemon

savouring words
sound and association

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Note: Cézanne’s Still Life, Peppermint Bottle is reproduced here from Wikimedia Commons.

NutherNote: I got the idea of this poem from blogging artist extraordinaire Aletha Kuschan. She is a big Cézanne fan and had been inspired by a detail in his Peppermint Bottle to paint apples. Thanks Aletha 🙂

AndNutherNote: When I was a scruffy school kid I used to write down my favourite words. I think chocolate was at the top of the list (ahhh what a consonant and vowel combination; plus an association with a textured and tasty treat that I was rarely allowed to eat 😉 ).

Do you have favourite words?

Do tell!

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