If it wasn’t

If it wasn’t for your touching me

I wouldn’t know what touch could be

If it wasn’t for your sweet embrace

I would never have looked into your face

If it wasn’t for your sparkling eyes

I wouldn’t have seen just where love lies

If it wasn’t for your soft  whispering

I wouldn’t know my heart could sing

If it wasn’t for your soft warm kiss

I would never have known what I missed

If it wasn’t for you warmth at night

I wouldn’t know what two just might

If it wasn’t for your body bare

I wouldn’t have loved you everywhere

If it wasn’t for your faith in me

I wouldn’t know how far to see

If it wasn’t for you my own true love

I wouldn’t know to rise above

I hold this all so close to me

I use it all to keep me free

So I’m the one I want to be

The one who loves. You eternally.

Birdlife

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Birds sit in the top of the trees

Planning attacks on insects and bees

They sit on their branches

Scanning insect sky dances

With shelter from leaves as their eaves

 

Birds on the end of a bough

Twitter loudly just to show how

They can talk to each other

Every sister and brother

In a way that says Hey, we know how!

 

Birds that forage on the ground

A set who are basically unsound

They defy law and order

Like lambs to the slaughter

Because predators are always around

 

Birds that drink from a dish

Do so in order to wish

For more handouts of bread

To keep them well fed

As their tails twitch and go swish

 

Birds that peck at a window

Are very much likely to forgo

Food on their plate

Appetite they may sate

Fighting themselves as a foe

 

Birds that fly in the sky

Look down and say my oh my

All the people down there

At whom we can stare

Choose to be grounded why oh why

 

Birds that float on the water

Think it’s the place where they oughta

Because the land is not safe

From trouble and strife

The water is a more secure quarter

 

Birds who love to eat worms

Queue to take it in turns

At freshly tossed compost

Of breaking down humus

Knowing a worm never learns

Two meals a day

Time for dinner

Well, we all knew what that meant

Time for the end of the day

Time to send friends on their way

Time to come in from outside

Time to come out from your room

Time to stop homework

Time to put down that book

Time to race to the bathroom

Time to tuck in that shirt

And brush your hair

Time to scrub those hands

Polish that face

Ready for inspection

 

Time to transform from

Rough and ready rascal

To be seen and not heard

 

Time to never be late

Time to take your designated

Place at the table quietly

With bowed head

Time to await your plate

Time to scan the newspaper

Standing tall in thick fingered hairy hands

At the other end of the table

Only the front and back pages ever viewed

While mum dutifully served

And offspring mutely ate

An unchallenged meal

Of meat and three veg

Tinned fruit

and milk for the weeds

 

She spoken to but never heard

They spoke at and ever erred

Sitting in silence always unnerved

 

Once fed desperate for dismissal

Before something went wrong

Before the security of bed

Where the anticipation of morning

And a new day unhindered

Would see a smiling chatty woman serve

And happily scold misdemeanours

In a bustling kitchen full of life

Breaking our bread

While the breadwinner toiled away

At that unhappy and mysterious place called work

Captivating and unexpected

Heading in opposite directions,

I saw her across the intersection.

The lights changed,

we both stepped into the street.

My eyes instantly locked onto her attractive pale oval face.

As she came closer our eyes met fleetingly.

She was captivating and unexpected.

After that first time I saw her

she became a recurring

dream.

 

And yet, we had not exchanged a word.

It was the light in her eyes that concentrated my attention.

They sparkled with mischief, fun, delight and  joy of life.

They were irresistible.

I intuitively knew they were telling it true.

Despite never knowing it before,

I knew Immediately I had been looking for those eyes forever,

looking for the person behind them all my life.

And there they were,

passing me on the road,

disappearing as fast as they appeared,

part of a human wave heading home from work,

also irresistible.

 

I have heard people say the first thing they fell in love with

were their partner’s eyes.

Well, these were those eyes.

They spoke to me directly, urgently.

of being together,

telling me there was more I must learn here,

all the things I needed to know for the right future

were behind those rich brown eyes

with the big dark pupils of evening.

Just those two deep pools of enticement alone were enough.

They called on me to throw caution to the wind,

to surrender myself to the yearning,

to give up everything for her

 

And I would have right there and then too

had not we been separated

at the very same instant we didn’t meet.

Moved by the pressed bodies of a dense compacted throng

going one way and the other,

as we passed I turned trying find her,

earnestly scanning the back of

as many sombre grey hats, coats and heads as I could,

engaged in a process of rapid fire elimination

until I caught my foot on the curb and stumbled.

I looked again.

She was gone.

 

Every following evening I waited at that corner.

Enveloped in my own dark winter proof cladding.

Examining the crowds.

Scrutinising every office worker heading home to dinner.

Muffled and reserved.

I sought that same light, that one bright spark, that point of difference

in the fast fading dusk of shortening days.

My own hope fading

as each short day felt longer and lonelier.

 

It was on the same day of the next week

she reappeared.

A Thursday.

How could no one else be alert to her quiet warm aura,

gently glowing against a background of gloomy evensong,

the trudging of homeward bound feet.

I fell for her.

I mean literally.

I was so preoccupied with not losing sight of her

I darted across traffic and was bowled over at her feet.

She almost fell over me.

She quickly sidestepped,

bent over,

put out her hand

and pulled me up.

All in one graceful movement.

She saved me from a trampling

and alternate futures

I didn’t want to contemplate

 

We stepped out of the human tide

into a shopfront vestibule.

She asked if I was alright?

I wasn’t. I was so embarrassed

I couldn’t speak but,

she just smiled

she straightened my coat, looked

me up and down,

said “That’s better” and asked would I like a cup of tea?

Three hours later we were still at that little table for two in the Block Arcade café.

 

Those eyes told no lies.

 

After I climbed the mountain

When I climbed the mountain

to stand at its summit

and declare

my love to the world

 

I had no idea

you were preparing

to leave

down there on the flat.

To turn away from my

rugged individualism

my heroics

my boyish raffishness

 

I had no

idea it was coming,

your going.

No insight you might even

have entertained

the idea or could be

thinking that way.

I didn’t know I was that way,

in your way

 

You never told me

what it was that got

your goat.

How was I to know I had to

change to keep you

or is that?

how was I to know I could

never keep you,

no matter how

much I tried or thought

I needed too

 

When I came home

from my victory

and declaration to

the world below. I was

still walking on air.

On the cloud of

the conquering and

the anticipation of you

 

You said there was

no evidence that

was the way

I felt

and there was never

likely to be.

That I was the only

one who knew

what was going on

in my head.

You said I was

my own best company,

that I should go

back to the mountain.

Where I belonged

The Way

The way a beloved dog rests a lazy head upon your knee

The way a wooing look invites you toward mutual intimacy

The way a cup of tea slows time and calms an over active mind

The way a good book immerses you in new realities that bind

The way a word becomes a story, a poem comes of rhyme

The way a voice becomes emotion, movement becomes a mime

The way a favourite song transports you back to that special place

The way a touch can speak of love as it brushes across your face

The way a first wildflower discovered announces coming spring

The way a view from a mountain can make your heart leap and sing

The way a beautiful landscape incites gratefulness, awe and joy

The way a true love will not  waste time with you by being coy

The way a walk in the forest restores hope, balance and well being

The way a look deep into the stars can change your way of seeing

The way a composted garden grows better in space and over time

The way a perception can be a knowing, a knowing can be a sign

The way a naked body is a beautiful body as long as there is beauty inside

The way a grievous loss becomes warm memory after someone special has died

The way a child’s innocence equates with unqualified trust

The way our lives play out

Live best you can

After it’s just

Dust

Recognise me? Recognise me!

Am I really

the one you see?

Or do you superimpose

someone else

over me?

 

Someone

I will never agree

to be

 

In your expectation

I will

dutifully

bend to your will

as a vassal

bends the knee

 

That’s not really me,

part of your hegemony.

 

Just now I need you

you see.

But, my duty to you

is not my duty to me.

As I strive for self determination

and security.

The Right Lateral

My left wrist between your breasts

My left hand upon your chest

My left forearm lies across your left ribs

My left elbow beside your abdomen

My left bicep hugs your flank

My left temple on your left shoulder blade

My chest against you back

Your buttocks cushion my groin

My quads align with the back of your thighs

The front of my knees inside the back of your knees

My tibia parallel your calves

Your soles rest softly on the dorsal aspects of my feet

Your soul binds my heart

Believe in me

Believe in me, believe in me, believe in me

Said each of the the guiltless emphatically

Ministers in the State Labor Party

Said each of the blameless emphatically

Ministers in the Federal Coalition Parties

We’ll create a safe and free society

Where rule of law and democracy

Are the state of play and how it should be

Trust in us, trust in us, trust in us

To build a world of justice without the fuss

Where all are equal and none are hushed

None are corrupted by power lust

Faith and hope, faith and hope, faith and hope

To save the civilised world, give us enough rope

See us tie it in knots and we’ll see how you cope

See us twist it and turn it, make it slippery with soap

Deceit and lies, deceit and lies, deceit and lies

We’re the cream at the top of reformist deniers

We laugh as the piss weak we hang out to dry

As our robodebts and branch stacking see due process die

Watch and despair, watch and despair, watch and despair

As we bring down noble institutions without a care

As we turn our society into one where no one will share

As we promote vested interests beyond repair

Calls to and from our small corner

Our connections to the world outside

Digital threads off the Tableland

Are brittle lines

That disappear into the ether

Whispers into the virtual world

Where they really go

I don’t know

I find an number, a url, an IP address

and click

To send or receive

My message goes out to somewhere

A response comes back from somewhere

So distant, is it real, this ethereal contact?

As real as a handshake, a hug or a kiss?

Y C U?

I wonder what it is I see you for

When all I crave is to see you more

There’s your smell I can’t resist

My melting heart after we’ve kissed

Your fingertip pressure upon my spine

Body electric your touch divine

The texture of your warm soft skin

The brush and rush of lovemaking

The way you walk and swing your hips

The way you talk with precious lips

Your voice a sound of sweetest measure

The sound of true love‘s spoken pleasure

The way you think and make me wonder

You shake my world, views torn asunder

And when you challenge it stirs in me

New hope and ways that I can see

 

Your hair holds aloft a thorny crown

You turn the wind right way around

Your shoulders strong they carry me

Arms embrace me meaningfully

Our limbs entwined our hearts on fire

Together, inspired, alight, desire

When your nose nuzzles my neck

I feel the comfort of a future set

The deep, dark pools behind your eyes

They drive me to resist good byes

I love to love you in every way

I need to see you every day

These are the reasons

Y I C U

Dreaming of Salt Water

Having just finished the complete series of inspirational Aubrey / Maturin historical novels I am left to reflect, had I read them as a boy I may well have run away to sea.

The sea the sea the rolling sea
Is all that I adore
Let me let me be upon the sea
Mother dear, I implore
Beside stern lantern’s fading light
I’ll wave to fading shore
To sail away year and day
And learn the ocean lore
A seaman right and able I’ll be
A landsman never more

“Whroo” by Vonnie Deering

Vonnie sent me this lovely poem after seeing my recent post about Whroo Historic Area. It has been a favourite site for her and husband Graham over the years. I can see why. I have Vonnie’s permission to reproduce it here.

This place is littered with broken brick,

discarded bits of crockery,

signs that once this was a home

to those who dug for gold.

They have been gone a long time now –

gone with the spoils of their sojourn –

leaving the bush, now done with,

to its thoughts.

 

Neglected fruit trees struggle to survive,

the wells are dry and mine shafts filled

with rubbish and with rubble;

peppercorns droop,

their pale pink seed pods dangle,

their spicy scent hangs in the warming morning;

tired pines lean into afternoon

with limbs like old bones, twisted.

 

Absence has brought wildflowers to

the graves within the little cemetery –

bindweed and finger flowers are bright

against the dusty ground;

the headstones slump and mutely spell out

lives in gaining spent.

 

The ironbarks have staked their claim;

the native cherry and the wattle stand

amongst the straggling Chinese scrub;

mounds of mullock have grassed over and

the hard earth, spread with scats,

is rich again with golden everlastings.

 

Choughs in dozens protest at approach;

loudly, harshly they insist

this place of strange abandoned beauty

is their territory.

Their hands

Their hands when they touch

Flow from rolling of wrists

Each touch is a signal

Each touch is a kiss

 

Their fingers are folding

On whispers and secrets

Cupped hands are holding

All ahead that will be

 

Their fingers trace circles

On their palms telling futures

Tender are the touches

Of their hands as their tutors

 

Their hands rest together

One on top of the other

Their hands mark their measure

Their harmonious hands

 

Their hands spread out

Open and true

Telling each story

Each soul on view

 

Hands hold each heart

Supporting each core

Their hands do the learning

Of what more to adore

 

The extension of hands

The parallel lines

Pads of sensitive fingers

Their dreaming defines

 

There are fists and shaking

There are dips and rise

There are quivering fingers

Before flickering eyes

 

When hands arc with arms

To gracious embrace

The lovers say nothing

As hands touch each face

 

Delicate lines are drawn

Across soft skinned cheeks

Then with touches to lips

Mouths start to seek

 

Two seeing hands

guide the blind

Sensuous and caressing they massage

Four hands synchronise

to breathe in kind

Entwined

in waves of love

The Smoke Filled Sky (a lament for my country)

Testament to our past misdeeds

Confirmation of future trends

For victims, my heart bleeds

No politics justify these ends

 

The smoke filled sky blocks light and hope

Destruction and death follow

How will our burning country cope?

What hope is there for tomorrow?

 

Immediate danger on fire grounds

A fire season now six months long

Environmental disaster all around

We need more than just “stay strong!”

 

Adopt the fire advice “watch and act”

For this escalating climate emergency

Because if a nation ablaze isn’t enough fact

Our destiny is to burn again too blind to see

 

 

The Gift

They met before the air, when the air was to be sky

An aged lifetime dreamer met a genuinely considerate guy

Who met an elderly woman, with a strong desire to fly

He gave up first class to her, she gave a pleased and grateful sigh

 

Violet, eighty-eight, could afford an economy ticket

Jack had first class for his whole family to wing it

Both were going London to New York in early December

She with no flight priors, this special first to remember

 

He knew this from chatting to her in the airport lounge

This was her first overseas flight, to her daughter bound

She told of her grief at the family departure and long absence

And her last chance to see their new American residence

 

Jack told his wife of Violet’s anticipation, joy and excitement

He wanted to add more to what this flight already meant

He gave up his seat berthed next to his own family

That she could travel verily to her family comfortably

 

And the stewards said it felt lovely, it was the sweetest thing

To take her photo up front while in first class she winged

An image for her daughter to see, who may not have believed

And for Jack as a memento of the pleasure given and received

 

For it wasn’t just the ticket, the seat or the price

It was the face of human kindness that was so wonderfully nice

Everyone who observed was touched by his gesture

Everyone was reminded what in a person should be measured

Seeking out what is good is the measure to be treasured

Good on you Jack

Rosella Highway

I love to sit by Rosella Highway

IMG_4329.jpgWhen a crimson flash drives my way

A dip, a rise, a lateral meander

Arcing right to pass our verandah

Cutting the corner, just by my head

Blurred red into blue the colours bled

A wind that brushes across my cheek

As the rushing parrots charge by to seek

Fields of grain, seed and fruit

Forests of buds and flowers to loot

 

Friends and family travel in flocks

Adults school juveniles in hard knocks

That clearly dictate the pecking order

While traversing landscapes without border

Their 3D byways criss cross the land

Enhanced and encumbered by rise of man

They flit up to perch on the highest limb

They dive deep to drop to waters brim

 

I watch with envy this life of pleasure

By which I set my life to measure

Views of the world I’ll never see

From high above and in canopy

 

Agile aerialist sky bourne of air

Fortunate bird without a care

Deodands and Pennies

Give deodands and pennies for eyes

Slake the thirst and feast who dies

Then turn to home, to humble pies

Beget, begone, say your goodbyes

 

In forgiveness, honour, deposit the dead

Who in pious mercy, give up their dread

As the vehicle of loss to heaven we send

That god receives to make amends

Falling in love

There were two of us

We were young

We didn’t really know each other

Just of each other

Through others

But somehow we knew we were for each other

At some point it became clear

And then it became necessary to test it

And then it became essential

And the knowing was certain

Intuitive

Two became one

 

It wasn’t part of any plan

To fall in love

I guess that is why it is called falling

You find yourself tumbling head over heels

an uncontrolled free-fall

Preoccupied, whimsical, looking forward to next time.

Wanting next time to never end

 

Smiling when you are alone

Smiling when together

Just smiling in general

I’m smiling now

On your bike (alternate title The Secret of Health and Happiness)

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I’m sitting on my bike feeling like an athlete

Pumping on the pedals pushing hard with two feet

Think I’m 21, not true but it would be so sweet

Trying to stretch my body to a 60+ life cheat

 

The wheels below me spin going nowhere above the concrete floor

The resistance trainer squeals getting hotter at its core

Parrots on the outside watch me through the open door

As I sweat and puff and grip to gain a minute more

 

I took the vow on January 1 a New Years resolution

To plan a longer fuller life a Seaniverse solution

Write a recipe to follow to my end of days  conclusion

For what it’s worth I thought I’d share it take or leave my proposition

 

Health and happiness can be elusive when ageing as I am

Failing mind and body are inevitable and then bam

You die a death one way or another no way to stop it man

So get there smart, sharing and active as best you can

 

You can’t be everything to everybody but you can share with a few

You can’t extend beyond your limits but there may be limits you never knew

You can be concerned about the future or plan for it ahead

It may not work the way you planned but that’s an opportunity instead

 

So here’s the recipe for trying it’s not really all that hard

It’s based on good and bad experience, read from lots of greeting cards

Exercise mind and body, I run walk ride read and write

Consciously enjoy the present, there’s no point worrying through the night

Appreciate the world around you mindfully it’s the only way that’s right

Action your ideas, you’ll feel sharp and crisp and bright

Socialise with others in ways appropriate for each

Permit allow enjoy, calm rest and sleep makes life a beach

 

A considered “Yes” is the right answer almost every time

Follow these simple rules to be secure and feeling fine

It’s EEAASSY

  • Exercise mind & body
  • Enjoy the present
  • Appreciate
  • Action your ideas
  • Socialise
  • Sleep
  • Yes – is the right answer most of the time

 

I do appreciate for some it is not so easy, health of mind and body are fragile things, security can be a fragile thing. My best wishes to you all. I hope, possibly, maybe something above can be of assistance somewhere, sometime.

The point of human living

The awareness that comes to us via consciousness and the tool of language suggests to many of us there is a point to our existence

However, there is no rational justification for this view

In a very complicated way

Human existence simply happened

It has no intrinsic need of purpose or explanation

It is our egos that ask for that

It is the same for all of us

Human existence manifests as human living

Neither has any point to it

No enduring purpose other than as a fact to be accepted,

Or, possibly as an exclusive point in its own right

As an optimist, I choose the second version of what is essentially the same thing

Although I am unsure what this implies regarding longevity

As it still suggests much is futile

Because the longer each of us lives the more we understand human nature

Consequent behaviours replay across history for better and worse

Same dreams, hopes, ambitions

Same responses, actions, strategies

Same reactionary outcomes that trend toward destruction

To the extent, we often ask why bother?

Well, I guess we might as well

So, “Does it matter?” becomes redundant

Even if meaning could be universally applied

Lack of comprehension regarding our beginning and knowledge of the inevitable end render meaning meaningless

There can be no result, no understanding to be gleaned, no purpose

So where is the point of human living?

In the scheme of things (that doesn’t exist) it doesn’t matter whether you live or not,

But at least you get to choose

You either might as well or not

I choose to live for the transient pleasure of it, the observation, the feeling of it, the moments of joy, the acknowledgement that consciousness came to be and will come to pass, the participation, the experience of love, for being here now – if you like that set of clichés

However, the future is a place of little significance to me other than to say I would hope for my family and coming generations to also have the necessary security to enable them to share the ephemeral opportunity to appreciate being

Such a curious legacy of hope begot from my love