Poetry Blogs (2020, fire)
Astro Girl on Hospital Gown (1 hour ago)
Astro Girl on The Man On The Bridge (2 hours ago)
smiles so rare for her
not a welcoming face
fear in pale grey eyes
of warmth not a trace
appearances can fool
no semblance of fire
that beneath the skin
makes the mask a liar
stumbled into tinder
my chimney smoking
horned into bonfires
deception is stoking
inner magma outed
slow magnetic glow
mechanic love only
imagination can sow
Tuesday 29th December 2020 10:36 am
There is so much more to this.
The music does not make song
but the foetal space
amongst famous walls
filled with such au fait grief
and there a beast floats
to see the fear fleeting
on their new found face
in some unfailing destiny,
there she silently screams,
a flame away
God so violently benign
in his passive spirit-
He forges her-
to breath truly ...
Saturday 31st October 2020 1:44 pm
“Did you put another log on the fire?”
As innocent as it was naive, the question
Intended no harm, no trespass
On the rigid boundaries of masculinity.
She didn’t have the image of Wittgenstein
Fending off rivals with a raised poker
In the halls of exalted moral science.
It didn’t throw her thoughts to a
Defensive Popper creating an instant,
Contemporary, and universal moral rule:
Friday 9th October 2020 10:32 am
you say I'll get what's coming to me
that I'll pay for making your life hell
one day I'll be on the receiving end
when hot flames I no longer quell
there's a smouldering hell in every heart
waiting its moment to rise up and burn
it lurks beneath the smiles and glances
you're lucky if you don't get your turn
yet I never meant to make you suffer
I'm no saint but ...
Friday 28th August 2020 11:18 am
There's 2 sticks
Give it A lot of friction
A slow building tension
Allow it some time It'll start, don't whine
See the little embers?
all of the smoke?
Take a step back so you don't choke.
Give it room to breathe
Just watch, you'll see.
See, there's a little flame
all you need is a little time and patience
You wouldn't want all that effort to be wasted.
Tuesday 25th August 2020 2:59 am
As originally published with Clay Literary's Raven: https://www.clayliterary.com/post/design-a-stunning-blog
‘Neath the blistering heat, California poppies cast
themselves to the hillside sun as wayward children
start to lose their breath, as you now fight for yours,
running to chase the summer blues away.
The young and old all begin to fail; heatwaves
take the lun...
Thursday 20th August 2020 7:50 pm
It was a long summer afternoon
a crackling fire lit the yard
the southern sun was setting
while I strummed my old guitar
It was her way of moving to the music
she captured the glowing cinders in her eyes
she danced with the slightest sway in her hips
and her heavenly body torched my skies
Sunday 14th June 2020 1:02 am
It is a grey morning
I am awake early
The backdoor is open
And cool air enters the kitchen
My father is on his knees
Scrubbing a wire brush
On the fire grate
Newspapers on the floor
He takes a rag
And pours black lead
Onto the stiffened fibres
Then he smears it
Onto the scrubbed surfaces
He balls up the newspaper
And throws it on the hearth...
Saturday 30th May 2020 2:34 pm
You are engulfing me
like fire in a forest,
sweeping everything on its path.
And I keep running
Headed in your direction,
Towards the blazing heat that's you.
Although our story is not over,
we will burn this book to the ground.
Saturday 4th April 2020 6:06 pm
Soft petals fell from her yellow
No sound could be heard as her petals
A deep breath of air cleared some
thorns deep inside her.
Both feet hit the ground like a song
drunk on cider.
She stood tall like a tree,
Showing strength and desire.
Fire roared while sharp pain
stabbed deeply inside her.
Wild flames blazed the thorns
Monday 23rd March 2020 2:38 am
The smoke smothers,
forms a solid screen.
The fire frantically fights
for its existence,
twisting and torturing
the air around it
like a dictator leaving
nothing to chance.
The flames writhing,
and rising in their
hot blazing dance.
Friday 13th March 2020 10:44 am
Perspective is a dangerous thing
It tears the world apart.
Though it causes terrible pain
There is wisdom to impart.
Do not assume your fellows see the candle as you do
Remember flames look differently to the both of you.
She sees the flame as hell on earth
with fear of fire that kills.
He sees the fire as lust and desire
sees the flame as fun and thrills.
Monday 24th February 2020 6:18 pm
Mr Reel-Fogg came home exhausted after a hard day of talking. Those green leather benches were so confoundedly uncomfortable and one could never recline in peace.
After a brief attempt to assist Mrs. Reel-Fogg to achieve her ambition of having twelve children he fell into a deep sleep.
Around one thirty in the morning there was a confounded noise outside. He sent Mrs. Reel-Fogg to investigat...
Sunday 10th November 2019 9:53 am
The Cathedral and holy relics are burning.
For grief of righteous, for the joy of devil.
Will you, our Lord, bring people to the square,
So that, the grief could crawl far away?
I beg you, Lord! Save humans treasure!
Restore the shrine by the whole world!
Or we are on edge of quickly dying.
And this the people understand at last!
Let everyone just pray in their own temples...
Tuesday 16th April 2019 5:30 pm
I am sorry
to see you go,
but know you
will fare well.
You survived hell
and have a great
story to tell.
I know our paths
were meant to cross
and count your departure
as a big loss.
Even though you may
drift far away,
your essence remains.
Our lives are
from your soul flames
and star dust.
Friday 8th February 2019 3:49 pm
Preamble: my contribution to this week's Rhymers' theme "fire".
Wouldn’t it be easier to recognise a liar
If caught telling porkies, their pants really caught fire?
As a warped form of justice, it would be rather fun
To see a guilty con man get singed around the bum.
The value of honesty would rapidly be learned
If every untruth told led to buttocks getting burned.
Saturday 24th November 2018 9:42 am
I hope you are very well.
What a spiffing time we had last evening, myself and the other fellows. After prep we lit a roaring fire on which we toasted muffins and marshmallows.
Chadders said that Parkinson minor hadn't put a decent enough shine on his boots so he gave him a damn good thrashing, which was an absolute hoot.
Then we roasted him in front of the fire till he squ...
Saturday 24th November 2018 12:15 am
And all we are going to do is dance
We can’t drink anymore
We drank until we
had our fill
Now the beat of the music controls us
We couldn’t be still even if we wanted to be
The rhythm has us in its grip
And all we can do is dance
Just dance – moves our bodies in time with the tune
Its to loud to make conversation
And there are no words that we need
Sunday 27th May 2018 3:25 pm
she used to be so damn happy
but i guess theres more than the eyes can see
because if im speaking truthfully
she was never really that happy
amused? shit, just maybe
that she was terribly
thats all she began to know, you see,
the abuse began from a young age
the very peak of her growing stage
the beginning of the book that told her story
was marked and torn from the ...
Sunday 11th March 2018 1:44 am
This rumination came from growing awareness of my mortality which, in turn, is generated and measured by the expanding list of things once given or assumed that, alas, are no longer possible.
How shall I talk to you, my friend?
How should I regard you
(and will I care)
as you grow ever older before my gaze
while I stay young?
Who are you? Dare I look on yo...
Monday 15th January 2018 2:33 pm
Many years ago I was intrigued by the appearance on Perth roads of bumper stickers displaying the enigmatic statement that "The Goddess is Dancing". I had no idea what this advertising campaign was all about, so I put together my own preferred explanation.
The Goddess is Dancing
Far from the powdered sand-tracks
in dunes dry beyond ages,
past unwatered acacias
where the wh...
Wednesday 10th January 2018 2:19 am
i am nothing.
i could never compare
according to you.
i could never compare
to autism and down syndrome jokes
according to you.
my love for you
the fact that you're my best friend
the things you've help...
Sunday 19th November 2017 1:18 am
Shallowly sagging in vicious winds of a cold autumn night,
The grass vibrates me a tune as I wander forwards through green and yellow forest,
Blissful mist of rain creating small fluorescent puddles on my skin.
The acidic thorns of men once stood behind the walls of fantasy seeping into the water,
Scorching my skin,
Red splotches ooze remnants of a world once to have been seen ...
Thursday 31st August 2017 8:24 am
I have a fear of fire.
I have a fear of height.
I have a fear of being trapped alone
On my life's very last night.
I have a fear of towers.
I fear the way they sway.
The way the wind's wicked whispers
whistle past with far too much to say.
I fear some in high places.
I fear they do not care.
I fear they lack compassion
I can smell it in the air....
Friday 16th June 2017 7:04 am
Everyone deserves a dream or two.
Sleeping in a Forest
Light and fire and music
all dance within me
in this perfect, silent forest
as she welcomes me to her breast,
full with fallen seeds and crinkled leaves
for my head; my bed of ashen river stones,
murmured possums, and repose. Long I slept
while overhead the white-hot starfields
bent to their nightly arcs...
Monday 30th January 2017 9:16 am
M A T C H S T I C K
“And to his rock be bound eternal; forever gifting man all that is infernal.
Bound by chain, suffering as the eagle’s meal; freedom bought by the one who shall steal.
Unto the eagle’s beak his blood be lash; to control he who shall become our man of ash.”
There is always blood flowing down Prometheus’ mountaintop. He who had delivered to human...
Monday 29th August 2016 8:35 pm
When you lit that cigarette
The bones of me shuddered,
The blood in me halted.
What I wouldn’t do for you to light my flame with your lips....
Because I’ve had men tell me that my lipstick tastes of petrol,
That my mouth lights fires,
That my tongue causes explosions
And of course, that opening my legs is the best way to put a fire out.
But this fire begins at you...
Sunday 28th February 2016 4:50 pm
Dawn is naked and alive
pirouetting in the street outside
she is a broad grey sky, endless above
It's not rain...
just some foggy spray licking windows
a coat the building wears
a metaphor I cannot interpret
all irony is groggily lost on me
yawning with my whole body
struggling with the load of memory
I'm oiling daily
So maybe I should stay indoors
get the fire going, boil the kett...
Thursday 22nd October 2015 11:27 pm
The searing summer sun
sets on the distant horizon,
in a shimmering heat haze
the careless cumulous clouds,
aglow with crimson incandescence.
Distant twinkling stars
awake in the turquoise twilight sky;
afar and on high.
The end of another glorious day
with promise of more to come.
Days as fresh and gloriou...
Saturday 20th June 2015 10:36 am
A silent, night sky is loud with the city’s glow.
Reflections upon the water; lead thoughts below.
the humming is fuel to the fire,
for the electric, funeral pyre.
Colors show who you really are around here,
there is no time for fear.
Or is there? - where’s little sister?
If you see her, say I miss her.
Rain beating down like laughter on my ears;
Monday 4th May 2015 7:51 am
I drenched myself in kerosene. You struck the match against my heart and watched me go up in flames.
Friday 10th April 2015 10:41 pm
I saw a girl today.
Her hair was fire.
And like fire, I was drawn to her.
Like fire, I kept my distance.
I was afraid she might burn me,
That my passion would consume me.
So I let the moment pass,
And I watched her leave.
But like staring into a flame,
When she was gone,
And I closed my eyes,
I still saw her.
Thursday 4th September 2014 6:37 am
And I will say - now I am become fire.
The liar, the thief, stirred underneath
In golden chasms burst forth
Unto wrought iron skies
Shedding white scales
Upon the veils of the red.
And I will say - now I am become faith.
The wraith deity, gravity defiler
Tied to the fate, the hate
Of beaten idols
Lying in scattered pieces
Upon barren soils.
And I will say - now I am becom...
Monday 28th April 2014 3:22 pm
Gathering Winter Fuel
Return to me and bring your loving flame,
despite your sparks my kindling rarely smokes.
Without you life will never be the same..
Between us lies a frozen lake of blame,
through which only a twig of passion pokes.
Return to me and bring your loving flame.
Unless we mend our ways the fates will claim
the pyre where our prid...
Sunday 10th February 2013 12:15 pm
I met a woman at the Blue Nile.
Our first encounter was her attempting to kiss my face. She seems to be in her mid-late fifties/early sixties. She began to tell me that she is okay, over and over again. She began to cry. She told me her sun died. He OD'ed at 39 years old. She watched him die, with his head between the toilet and the sink. Her other sun blamed his brother's death on her. Sh...
Monday 23rd July 2012 7:58 am
Monday 18th June 2012 7:53 am
Fire is so beautiful in its own deadly way.
A diverse visual cacophony of colours
all thrown together, each a different
element back in its base gas. Chemical release.
Thick dense smoke curls upwards,
forming a choking cloud which glows
blood red from the wicked flames.
Sunday 6th May 2012 2:03 pm
Snapping wire whirling and curling in the airflow,
shot loose by enemy bullets. More punching holes
in varnished wooden wing struts, splintering
and shredding the very wood.
Thud, thud, thud as steel rain peppers
tight fabric fuselage, tearing
great holes and destroying the structure.
Big dragonfly wing, wing ribs visible
in the mor...
Sunday 11th September 2011 1:59 pm
She said that I looked Irish, as we sat and warmed our hands
Beating djembe herding us to sway and stamp and clap
I looked across and through the flames
That sighed and licked up over logs
Into her eyes, in all their eyes
The light: not fading, changed
Scarlet ribbons curling around
Stripes of orange a...
Thursday 14th July 2011 9:46 am