Poetry from the Creek

31 December 2016

Stella Ingrid

And so Stella Ingrid, enervated at prospect of

buying birthday presents for herself using her

own pre-paid credit card, then wisely stashes

said plastic where she knows it’ll be safe and

disremembers the exact location - it is saying

you’re a member of th’ same family where we

find ourselves detailed in predisposition - and

forget respondency to be the ‘moment’s fun’

So last-minute decisions run amok don’t they;

when you’re freed to think things thru on your

own at your frenetic pace, pressing of buttons

on key isn’t an harmonic you’d tune to; & tho’

you are still assured a role or chorus-part on-

stage - surely you’ll want to play it your way

30 December 2016

Not A Treat

You couldn’t see it a treat to be seated comfortably

in front of TV viewing the 2016 US Presidential poll

results as they came to air; well, not unless there’s

eugenic comfort seeing Mr Trump’s arrogance not

slapped in the face - but crikey wasn’t this race as

much a bizarre misère as to where he was always

destined to divorce reality - beholding nothing else

mattered but himself in The White House chair

In any event there’s more to representing a nation’s

people than defining them ‘beneficiaries’ - and from

a mission no less conceived in his aim’s egocentric

pursuit of achievement & greatest of glory - and it’s

there you’ll avail a fair reward, according to himself;

but in truth - only after vivisection of its gory detail

He can’t represent an honest integrity he hasn’t got,

that’s a dispossession which may well be lost on an

unsighted population - altho’ one which, for an age,

the Media’s been mercilessly manipulating..; so we

sit awaiting the verdict debated on whether United

States will be Democrat Blue or Republican Red -

Or on the presidential suitability of either candidate

29 December 2016

Survival Implied

Not only did we survive the carpentry section of

Bunnings Warehouse Morayfield, but did it on a

Saturday morning before midday; there’s kudos

implied where anarchic plans lead the way - yet

to find the right stuff quickly resolves all but that

question of who’s in charge; - decidedly not me

I’ll declare and pass in my cards without demur,

cavil or dissent - but I’m available for a rostered

Consideration as Carpenter’s assistant, starting

tomorrow. And wearing a contented smile, shall

now grab a wee forty winks t’ recover from near

exhaustion in being there - no pun intended nor

adventurously implied, although 3:17AM arising

isn’t a routine that I could hope to survive upon

And I must explain, that earliness wasn’t a plan,

design, or from any form of disagreement - its a
routine we’ve slowly grown accustomed to, and

product of a new broom called independence of

detachment - we are no-longer casualties of the
what, or whichever, it was we used to be …

28 December 2016

Leave It Be

There’d be room for improvement were I able to

see the effort it takes makes seminal sense; but

that is another way to justify being perched on a

fence between reason, pragmatic acceptance &

distant objectives fondly imagined; with all good

intent - as an ideal case, & we’re almost in total

agreement but for whose drop of the penny it is;

though unfortunately this time it can only be me

Thus rhyme hollowly beats on reason about the

innuendo-filled pie whose circumference has its

inference stymied by surrender palpable to that

of ballon-like emptiness; so, you’ll typically float

on high in a trance of misgivings before coming

back to deflate the Mickey within - tho’ we can

Agree - it’s my dilemma - so let’s leave it be

27 December 2016

Ross River Virus

Can you confess falling asleep at 9:30am suggests

there are difficulties you need accomodate; well - &

without prejudice ok, but let’s set th’ record straight

it was inchoate nodding off while doing crosswords

on my bed, precursor to normative activities which,

at that time of day, habitually include writing poetry

and you can see the latency did come to pass; this

is that sojourn’s eccentricity parsed into verse, tho’

in a word - potentially - thus we may have one writ

that is not to say any events preceding didn't need

investigation: didn’t awaken too early, 6:00am was

registered without a vague, precursor fuzziness of

clearly earlier yet random recollections - tho’ there

had been some uneasiness in drifting off after US

Presidential elections of the evening before, - & I

wouldn’t have been alone in that; who’d’ve wished

a more unsettling outcome - or farcical potential to

change future events into dire and utter Trumpery -

but we digress; why did a sleep-need progress to

the point where it thumped drums of discontent, &

are we to take it as portent of things ‘yet to come’ -

in my own defence there’s no prejudice expressed,

less that one concern caused by ‘influenza effects’

of Ross River Virus gripping me - my best take is

remaining on homeopathic prescribed medication

until its constituency ends; and hopefully that will

be well before the event of a next election …

26 December 2016

Supermoon

So far today its been a two-coffee intro to awakening

realities not evident yesterday; & Lorikeets inimitably

in a crowd-rousing debate expressed concerns as to

my responsibilities for spreading sunflower seeds at

places they habituate - and appropriately appending

squawking akin to profuse ‘colloquial’ abuse - just in

case my hearing aids weren’t in; so, having already

had to solve slow water-delivery problems to get the

washing machine functioning normally, I’m piqued in

a manner appropriate to the house-husbanding beat

of rhythms I am supposed to mythically understand -

even Magpie encroachment on Kookaburra territory,

the Hills Hoist clothesline - got a foot in the door; ok,

I agree, there’s a lot more learning and I’ll get into it

but first please give me a wee bit of peace; that 2nd

coffee has a characteristic buzz I’m remembering, if

not revelling in, from back a ways; yeah, olden days

when the pace wasn’t frenetic, and listening to ABC

morning news not a trial by ordeal; then there’s that

other weird explanation of an enlarged ‘supermoon'

being an upbeat to contend with this week …

25 December 2016

Festive Bloom

A day within and cooler air - there’s gratitude in

time and space that lets us rest at ease - & this

conveys our thanks in quietude like tiny finches

flicking thru th’ foliage a-feast on Xmas eve. It’s

here again, you’ve hardly seen th’ year rush by;

recent heat’s now blessed of rain, grey-clad sky

allays distress which shrewed as callouses into

absurdity we needed least for Christmas day

But now I see resplendent blooms; they’re ones

that we address as Jesus in the Cradle, or Belle

of the Night (from cactus pitahaya*), aka dragon

fruit - a night blooming Cereus - which has other

names such as Cinderella Plant - or Strawberry

Pear - and its there - resplendently in full view

We’ve been reassured whatever else claimed in

that xmas iconic imagery has eccentrically failed

to dent th’ magnificence of our pitahaya - & we’ll

bow with due ceremony to its short-lived - altho’

appropriately occasioned - festive bloom; which

taketh our place of pride come Christmas Day

*Hylocereus undatus

Merry Christmas to one & all ....

24 December 2016

Emissary Need

If you write every day without the need for emissary

words - you’re freed to express those inward trends

too gauche for the literati; as if you’re likely to share

‘em ordinarily - but there are jewels & gems - some

so rare polishing them blinds everyone equally -

It is like learning to hear the subtlety in a tune when

played by an ear too abstruse to be copy, original &

out where the icons are first birthed - like measures

the cognoscenti instantly recognise as unassailable

and blend incontrovertibly into the soothing scene

And then there’s the agenda team corresponding in

their factotum sense of what matters, by expression

and riposte, following an order digested as the best

use of words within a tier of sustainable interjection

where meanings and agreements are their rules

In my trade the tools are an inner ear unaffected by

hot air and raucous discontent - the rhythm is leant

upon originality freed of onomatopoeic contempt or

metric mutuality & there’s no ‘agenda’ I’m aware of

excepting the refreshingly fey freedom to be me

23 December 2016

Diminuendo

While trying to understand I’m encountering bits

which didn’t initially seem to be part of the plan -

they’re those cleverly disguised if, but & maybe

contingencies where all or every is rephrased in

subtly couched denials of liability; th’ sales pitch

claimed there’s no exception or qualification - &

came across loud and clear - but when we look

for the said Highway of Stairs to Heaven - well

It just isn’t there - at least not as they described

it; you remember the phraseology where words

were worth preserving as icons of our common

sense & sanity prevailed - huh - reread the text,

subtlety avails itself again of plausible alternate

meanings to what was a cast iron guarantee

22 December 2016

Never Bested

Wearing a fine merino sweater in bed doesn’t

stretch credibility does it, altho there’s implied

airs of raiment elegance clashing only with th’

‘bath-robe cum dressing-gown’ you wrap over

your pyjamas to effect an hour of comfortable

reading after our 4am cup of latte; well, you’d

have reminded me of my turn while snuggling

in duvet-deep but instead, dressed gracefully,

Braving a morning’s frostiness, & brewed our

espresso making any awakening meaningful -

a ritual worth remembering; so thus, as much

as the dressing-gown plays odds as an over-

powering statement, there’s no way its going

to bested be by a merino sweaters presence

21 December 2016

Only Your Neighbours

Our yokel gun-clubbers were at it again on Sunday;

it isn’t all that rare an event - out in the countryside

there’s space enough to accomodate a hoot or two,

but not for hours on end, and there was a previous

warmup afternoon; wishing they’d go elsewhere, &

preferably many kms away to blaze off ammo, is a
reaction lucid to yobbo largesse, especially when

that's lots of rapid-fire, double-tap shotgun blasts

Asking th’ local coppers whether there are grounds

to complain is compared with being un-neighbourly;

maybe, is their answer but if they’ve all appropriate

permits & licences - which is the logical proposition,

you’d need Council’s noise ban in place to enforce

what passes for a tranquil - and 'ordinary' Sunday

So we’ll have t’ weather th’ storm until their ammo’s

expended unless we’re of the kind who’d return fire,

which wouldn’t engender peace of mind. But if we’d

asked where exactly their rounds impact & whether

we’d be within range, an accurate answer has to be

probably, but with guarantees okayed by a permit’s

Assurance - after all, they’re only your neighbours

20 December 2016

Porting Practically

If it was patience and fond belief then I’ll take the

accolade - but you’d hardly say I suffered silently,

and any way you review it there’ll be sides you’d

likely disport or barrack for, simply because you

have the right; for an age, I thought I didn’t have

a leg either way but then today’s message came

and I’m in with my old mobile number to boot - a

blessing which Virgin Mobile finally delivered me

So I express my gratitude by not swearing aloud -

eight treks to the hilltop may have increased that

endurance index one brags about but my legs in

evidence state it was Hell and porting your old #

that way’s ridiculous, especially if a no reception

zone indice separates only wolves from lambs

But we’re there & I don’t need to advise contacts

of a new mobile number they’ll immediately lose,

although they’ll still remark, what’ve you gained -

I chose the status quo which is in knowing that it

was my choice exactly, & altho nothing changed,

we’ll still see the same future more practically …

19 December 2016

Paper Consensus

Well, whatever the 2016 Census fuss was about

it must have taken th’ cake - hackers seem to’ve

made serial effort to obtain access - and/or data -

or whatever, from that on-line website where you

could complete electronic forms and file returns if

you’re of that mind - & it forced authorities t’ shut

down the site; gee, what the *ell were they up to,

or after, if not th' data we're told was truly secure

Okay, we did it on paper, the old way, meeting all

their requirements easily within the time frame of

Tuesday evening & into the post box Wednesday

without hacker abuse; but it’s intriguing to view a

a kerfuffle where technology was bent out of all

credible shape to reduce, or excuse, paper use