Poetry from the Creek

18 October 2022

After A Day

After a day of atonement we’re freed of all guilt we’d

believe came to pass, tho we are refused seeing any

change - its as if it is meant that way; and yet today

suggests it asked the wrong question delayed in this

trance of penitence from whatever came to be truely

the view we’d have wanted to see while we pursued

that actuality which in our dream we’d believed was

the way of being which embraces all of this frugality

But here we are again - and dusk dims the scenery I

agree hasn’t distanced itself from where we were at,

and I know we are spared that form of reality; so let

it be really a vista we’ll accept as being where we’re

meant to express our dreams, and there I sleep well

in a freedom of truth we let be our material actuality

27 February 2019

Freed Such Poverty

We’re getting there again - almost November and our

Jacarandas are beginning to bloom; there’s already a

swoon of lilac tinge under the first tree, she’s an early

denizen - while th’ rest winge, hum and haw a bit but

evidence suggests they’ll attune to Guy Fawkes Day

It is a sign blessing th’ Seasonal Sway; we’ve moved

from jeopardy onto the highway to where we’ll cruise

comfortably ’til Christmas - bathing in the Lilac tones

under our trees, debating how we can live without th’

pleasure of being groomed in such comely opulence

How could one forget th’ carpet of purple shades we

need to remember those good old days, and without

which we’d grieve forever for events in a past tense -

there’s the promise again, as rich in sumptuousness

as the guarantees we’re freed forever such poverty

27 January 2017

New Blog - More Poetry From The Creek

I've begun a new Blog.

It is really just a continuation of this one, which, now that it contains 3,758 posts, is a bit of a problem to manage. So the new one is still of the same genre, just more recent...

'More Poetry From The Creek' is at:

https://igorevich02.blogspot.com.au

Good reading!

14 January 2017

That’s News?

Well, I never expected them to argy-bargee on again

in the morning - after the Bolt 6:30 pm Sky TV News

session last evening one could argue the ABC might

feel a need to defend itself, why being a question we

couldn’t debate without acerbic Bolt assertions being

thrown in with prejudice - but there we were, at 8 am,

listening to a hodge-podge of th’ same blarney about

whether this or that was the case, tho on ABC Radio

If it was supposed to make any more sense than the

views expressed by Bolt’s guests yesterday - it failed

notwithstanding better explanations that PM Malcolm

Turnbull has to wear a larger part of the blame; while

we’d agree it is a burden Heads of Government bear,

we’re still none the wiser why they think that’s news

13 January 2017

The Boys Way

The Boys Way is Heinz baked beans crushed

and rolled liberally within red quinoa wrap, it’s

nothing too over-refined, just a nice breakfast

that assimilates with the morning coffee - and

there’s no dishes to clean - debris disappears

magically with casual finger licking done in an

expression of gourmand’s heaven tamed to a

gustatory imagination’s now indecent release

What remains in the tin’s sealed carefully with

rubber-banded plastic wrapping & stored in th’

fridge - altho’ it could easily morph into lunch;

and so begins th’ day, no dishes to wash, just

a few empties stashed in th’ rubbish bin while

awaiting Her Eminence’s return later today …

12 January 2017

Tissue Issues

If you needed an incentive to rant - then the idea

of tissue paper speckled all over your underwear

should be th’ salutary departing point; so what in

Heavens name am I clambering onto a soapbox

stance about; - well, I suppose you recall tissues

you casually store in work-clothes pockets, back

when our runny-nose season was in full bloom?

It inferred readiness remaining in perpetuity - or

At least until the next wash; - well they’re back &

spread upon my dark underpants, reappearance

being advent of a prognosis we’d get back more

than put in storage - in a form subtending simple

fiats dramatically; it meant either I ignore what is

a moment’s worth of sagacity, or wear ‘em as is

11 January 2017

Sanctimony

Saying you’re sick of all th’ sanctimony barely gets

within cooee of where dour politicians really are at;

so what if we’re a proletariat & commoners to boot -

a man’s man isn’t an aristocrat, & nor’s a politician,

regardless whether senator or member’s penchant,

& yet, there is that air of commonality in their basic

reasoning they’re regally all squeaky clean - unlike

anyone provoking their ire, or providing opportune

Occasion t’ dander disparaging remarks savouring

the sauce of the gander, and stated with a morally

superior, tho’ sanctimoniously prissy, stance that’d

cause one to choke on his beer, as if he’d actually

paid for it; yet we are supposed to listen to all their

pronouncements as if they’re ‘nouveau patricians’

Of sound mind & noninfectious behaviour; beware,

we say, hearing loss is severely occasioned within

sanctimony of open air delivery - you can play ‘em

free for fancy fools anyway you like if agreeing y’ll

pay whatever compensation redresses that case;

oddly, all I’m hearing now is a resounding silence

10 January 2017

Live Sports TV

Kind of a crazy Saturday - one where the live Sports

TV diet dresses itself in excesses of better’n usual &

yet, with two Test matches to complete our agony, or

am I dreaming; well, I rechecked Foxtel’s guide & its

for real though a bit of channel navigation’s entailed;

but no worries, our MyStar box’s fully programmed &

will grab footage easy-peasy - all I’ll need is a comfy

chair, a beer and plenty of peace of mind to indulge

Yeah, I didn't infer which games are on - but you can

rest at ease, they are all Rugby happenings - free of

commercial advertising, that insanity which drives us

devoted sports fan to tears - read that as beers and

chips - but amply rewarded by us seeing Springboks

v All Blacks and Argentina’s Pumas v The Wallabies

09 January 2017

Perspicacity

Displaying that acumen on the back bench

won’t raise the bar - we’re here in the lime-

light already, or’ve I misread something th’

introduction indiscreetly mentioned - tho’ it

hardly matters and the evidence is there’s

contumaciously carved conspiracy lodged

in woodwork we’d admired moments ago,

a legacy, they said, we’d learn to live with

Having that hanging over your head won’t

be the only jeopardy, its in an endowment

where you prove you’re whom they trust t’

deliver their telling blow - the one of being

thrust into cognoscenti of notoriety: who’d

admire you now won’t know its the end

08 January 2017

Things That Amazed

Then it was time to look back on the things that

amazed - nothing too bizarre behoved itself - in

a sense it was routine of events you’d expect a

place in th’ rural scene to be entangled in; we’d

been afraid we could lose both our electricity &

telephone connection should a storm and flood

make mayhem where our lines crossed what is

known as Delaneys Creek - & it seemed they’d

Anticipated the probability - even thinking what

to do in the event, & agreeing to clear off vines

entwined on lines & restoring our property pole

to a vertical stance; altho authorisation took six

months to eventuate finally it didn’t frustrate as

it might’ve done were we seeking a solution in

retrospect - this was a newly unique occasion,

we waited patiently in only minor trepidation

Then on the appointed day three work parties

appeared with all the machinery & equipment

needed such that by late afternoon the deeds

were complete - & neatly done - and we could

admire scenes we’d guessed we’d be lucky to

see; while it doesn’t mean the problem’s been

removed completely, we have utility lines free

of vines between newly pruned trees, we see

Its wholly concreted sense of permanence in

th’ now vertical stance of our property pole &,

its evidence is based where it ought to be …

07 January 2017

Wisdom In Lieu

You could call it one of those days - no-one’s going

to object if they’re sitting on th’ patio after busy-bee

folding two weeks worth of washing: in effect, a job

with no priority unless you run out of undies; hasn’t

happened but th’ ratio of knickers to ‘em sez males

are less likely to get away with it, that is unless 3:1

is an indice with a safety margin extending beyond

th’ consideration to wear ‘em for a second day

But that wasn’t the real accomplishment - instance

this, this www.slave/ didn’t feel obliged to go catch

up with trends on th’ net; sure, email’s collected by

mobile phones these days, if you’ve the data alloc,

so you know who’s doing what to whom - although

you don’t need read ‘em t’ know there’s no truth in

That belief, it’s really a form of indemnity only, with

a clause suggesting if you’re not in, you don’t exist

altho’ proving that needs more internet speed than

you can get off of a satellite dish; thus after a short

black coffee and some deep reflection, we’re much

better prepared to wish for greater wisdom in lieu

06 January 2017

Heeded The Call

So I have to agree there’s more to it than I’d let myself

believe; the toss-away adage, like, it’s only a 24 hr ‘flu

bug - nothing to worry about, is still comfortably at bat,

come to think of it, for three weeks at least, and if I’ve

been ignoring the symptoms of varied complications it

manifests, I haven’t felt ‘em before’s my defence, with

a practical, common-sense notion of what that meant

likened to brass razoo concepts of the Economy

Well - today the beast played a different role in rearing

and baring incredible teeth it wasn’t supposed to wear;

within ten minutes of beginning a leisurely stroll up the

path I was panting and feeling dizziness of exhaustion.

It wasn’t faint-&-far-cry-removed from a real warning t’

take it easy - and it is thus that I’ve heeded the call…

05 January 2017

Mace for Midges

Not an afternoon you’ll remember with affection, the

midges sorely saw to that; they were giving, as only

they can - their love and commiseration - bit like an

overdose of rawly applied fan-club accolades which

abrade rather than trigger ego enhancements; what

we need’s effusive buzzing - not possessive caress

ending in rabid itching - or suggesting skin grafts to

go - but, OK, we’ll spray repellant, tho’ reluctantly

We don’t need reminding we’re the objects of your

dire passion - but just heed this - until today you’ve

only bothered me with your fey discrimination, why

are you indiscreetly plying my Lady who has never

complained before - she’s abandoned her Brazilian

Chair for a safer lounge seat where TV’s available

And a can of Mace for Midges is close at hand

04 January 2017

Serendipitously Greeted

You can call it magnificence - something great which

is fitting or seemly to the circumstance, but to me it’s

a raw chill from the opened door; yes - there’s some

expression grandiloquence; flinging open shutters &

greeting the day enthusiastically, and, all the while a

reflectively bed-reclining figure dining on toasted rye

bread liberally breakfast-avocado ‘buttered’ - winces

at a bravo encore he didn’t call for or imagine to be

somewhere in th’ circumstance’s breadth of reason;

hollering, hey - I’m happy to see it thru the windows

won’t be serendipitously greeted - or the more likely

rejoinder - your second cup of coffee’s probably too

cold to enjoy nicely, so why not get up and help me

hang out the washing before you turn into ice

03 January 2017

Query

And we enter the next compromised scene of an

idiocy that’s been too close to disgraced sanity; I

knew even before it became an explanation - the

crazy way this random equation ate data made it

the rationed complacency of a few gurus, whose

circumspect views couldn’t care less - we’re into

a new happening they say, you’d have to be in it

to expect the cerebral change will make sense

I’d have to query the relevance of such singular

perspective - either it can be proved without the

caveat you need be mad to finesse their view &

find it leaves you of the same mind as them - or

is that the tweeted trend necessary to be ‘sane’

when the rest of the World is already crackers

02 January 2017

Who Pays The Rent

And were I to say, it wasn’t my problem then I’d

be in breach of consensual intent which agrees

potential disaccord’s meant to be aired in any a

fashionably congenial, or cultivated bent before

the screaming starts; but ask yourself - why is it

unwise to endanger an outflow process, if that’s

what it is, or expose yourself as the target to an

incoming missile you’re actually already seeing

So woe’s me for exposing sensitivity which has

an indefensible need for keeping under wraps -

tho it won’t mean diddly-squat t’ th’ cat who got

th’ cream, & irony in that is lore behind legends

yet t’ be told tho never responsibly beholden to

allegedly reached ententes by in-vogue parties

I’d guess endemic silence’s penchant is either

a consent to contempt, or for more blasphemy,

actually neither clique agrees who pays rent

01 January 2017

Sky Muster

Our NBN Sky Muster satellite installation upgrade

came and went - and without any dramas evident

until time came to re-connect; it is about then that

primordial obsession with wifi hauntingly returned;

don’t get too excited was a caution stressed, as if

to dampen spirits impressed with its faster speed;

maybe a ‘single-user-only’ caveat still applies, but

let’s not Google ourselves into the corner just yet

Sky Muster data supplied in the preceding weeks

implied wireless routers were okay for networking,

but we took th’ tack of an expert IT intervention to

connect, set up & then launch the venture, and in

the event thus invested in much a smoother take-

off for a whole lot less duress on landing again