The laughing kookaburra

Kookaburra - kookaburra
you scream my scream
why do I feel like
kookaburra kookaburra
laughing sadly at me
oddly stunted - stumped
kookaburra kookaburra
eating flushed flesh
my ambitious ambiguity
kookaburra kookaburra
vaguely discomforted
of prey slipping away
kookaburra kookaburra
yet the seminal clown
is cackling at myself
kookaburra - kookaburra

To Joel who once wrote a poem about Kookaburra

Vignette from a greenhouse

A tropical heat
sheltering
two specters
lost in time
in space
in themselves
the air outside
freezing
staring hotly
at a pool filled
with banal goldfish
instead of
morphing into
each other
because it
was not possible
yet his hand found
a phanthom thigh
her hand crept
hesitantly
into his
and just before
leaving this
insignificant
sanctuary
their eyes
ephemerally
intersected
for a flash
their ways
split as only
it was prescribed
in the visitor's book
of the greenhouse.

Man of yore

Oz-man of yore
we connected
talked

Oz-man of yore
I fathomed -
discerned

Oz-man of yore
you dreamed
devised

Oz-man of yore
we revised
shifted

Oz-man of yore
how could we
not change?

Oz-man of yore
how could I
not mutate?

Oz-man of yore
how could you
not alter?

Oz-man of yore
how could we
not transpose?

===

Oz-man of yore
a twist - a turn
a spin

three days there
five days where
one day here

letters - phrases
lits and bits
symbols

Oz-man of yore
a stint - a stretch
a trick

===

Oz-man of yore
I love your
friendship

Oz-man of yore
you once wanted
my person

Oz-man of yore
It was never
to be except

Oz-man of yore
in fantasies
and our poems

forevermore?

Summa summarum

Somniferous Sunday
somewhere
pondering pensively
about the past
mayhap the meaning
muddled
apparently appears
awesomely

A walk in friendship

In a preserve
the upshot of our friendship
continuing a thread
in one park
another ocean apart
in a wondrous woodland
palavering about
anything - everything
because we have done
the serious talking
soon we will peregrinate
scuttle around
embracing - silence

The change

Two years ago
I trundled the streets
of Melbourne waiting
today I again
revisit the familiar face
Melbourne State Library;
not much has changed
even the security guard
is familiar
the faces of the students
are what they are
somehow it does not faze me
because somewhere
out in the burbs
my focus are my grandsons
I - an urbanite - have changed.

To two friends

How lucky I am
to have friends
who accept me
not for what I was
but for who I am
strange I travel
all over the globe
and find them
in a faraway land
on a foreign coast
and yet so close.

Yarra Valley

Wineries all over
the Yarra Valley
look barren in winter
without prompt
transporting my mind
to somewhere else
dear to my heart
on the other side
of the earthy globe
those naked twigs
sticking right up
pointing to the sky
pleading with the winds
begging to carry on
millenias' burden
to bear fruit to
the joys of man
serious business
this fairly new
tradition in Aussie
ignited by an old world
needs and wants
and exceeding at it too
to Yarra Valley
I raise my glass
a symbol of Dionysos
in an odd context
so strange that I think
the Greek Pantheon
might have moved here
for this new millenium.

Chameleon

I am a chameleon
my coat has many colors
singing tunes in
various keys
major and minor
with different people
I am a changeling
of a special kind
each relationship
the me gives out
vibes of my persona
My hues expand with seasons
I am a chameleon


To Elincalime

Musical mnemotechnics

whenever you hear a song
with meaningful mnemotechnics
hitting your brain waves
you remember Proustian
Vinteuls compositions
memories set to musical scores
in mysterious ways
the discoveries Pythagorias
found can be within everyone
just not the logic behind the scores -
yet feelings light up in brain scans -
but as a romantic I like to think
the music is only feelings
not pure mathematics
and the songs' mnemotechnical hits
aids my mood and memories

The unknown Chispis

Of this poetry blog
Chispis approved
early in my endeavours
unknown friend - alas, I can read
so little of what you write -
and yet we are on the same page.
If it had not been for you
and your encouragement -
I would not have continued.
De mi corazón gracias!

Skype-Nestor

Skype modernity
avanced technology
convinced by need
for seeing a friend
too far away, yet
you were here today
and I could see you
but you couldn't me
humoring me -
lots of laughter
next time I'll look
at you again and
alas - you shall
watch me too!

Serendipity

Summer was waning softly of late
September days varied in humour
raining a little, sunshine gallore
and the warmth woolled over
the hay as it was harvested
all over the middle lands
of rolling hills and mild apple trees
not quite ready to be picked.
On the road beginning southwards
finding a finicky fork where
if one travels that road
you will have to decide - left or right!
Vigga the Völva and her herbalist Samuel
of Yoshua's tribe had heartily spent
a summer's worth of delight in the highlands
shielded by gentle elves and meerfolks
along the coast where they were visiting
needy people and where the herbs did well.
Now the tradesman's coffer was full,
but his stock empty, and the little
the Völva could add to his herbs
was not enough to keep them north forever.

They were standing at a crossroad
he was heading south towards the mainland,
his trades routes, and his faraway fables;
she was leaning towards the western worlds
where the old folks tall tales and spins
spun a telling thread of memories
of familiar foster of friendly faces,
yet with a dread of the castrated cad.
She missed her sister, the healing woman,
Yggdrasil, her brook, the elves, everything
known to her singular solid self.
Sebastian wanted her to tag along on his terms,
but being a seeress, a sibyl, a Völva Vigga
resolves sadly that her dilemma was not with him
it was within her, yes she had gotten
her freedom back, her seeing was stronger,
her herbalist has helped her whence forth,
she did not feel that necessary for him.
Her bosom had begun to swell again,
her moon flow had shortly stopped -
she needed not to be on the rocky road
to somewhere unknown - .

That night in her trader's arms
she dreamt of being under Yggdrasil
at Samhain. When she woke up
she said good bye to her healer
wandering off - her head up
waving to her herbalist whilst
the morning dew danced welcoming
her home to known lands with hope
for a new fate - the fairy tale -
spinning a future of freedom of choice.

I remember Ernst

Ernst, my father,
I hated him
as a teenager -
now I understand
and belatedly
admire him again,
arriving
from nothing
so much life
to live -
wanting everything
and getting it too -
charmed his way
through life
worked hard,
yet played even harder
started poor,
went to work at 14 -
drew beautifully -
but had to support
family -
drove cars, motorcycles,
raced, sold them too,
flew no 27 of
private certificates,
married, one kid,
divorced, married again,
founded his own company,
almost died from a sepsis,
had two kids
worked the company,
during WW2 carried
messages to the Allies,
aimed high,
got his fancy house,
fathered one more,
his unbelievable cars,
motor boats,
his wife had to tolerate
his womanizing,
his charm opened doors,
and yet in some strange way
moderate - his food -
very bland taste -
wine, cigars, pipes
artistic ability to photograph
to film, to woodwork,
in lieu of drawing -
always looking ahead -
spreading his wings -
his temper flew often
and, then, a thrombosis
one small, a couple of minutes,
but still attached to gold diggers
almost bankrupting his own creation-
another larger,
reduced to a very tiny
sad person incontinent
and incoherent
not sleeping at night
wife turned to nursing
the man-baby to exhaustion -
ended up in a nursing home
and died peacefully
with his wife holding his hands.

Instant of Insight

Privileged to an insight
without having any right
due to genuine gentleness
of friendship I hope
trustworthiness in scope -
laughter food, wine, unless
we will encounter chagrin,
now just "begin the beguine".

"On listening to Artie Shaw's
version of "Begin the Beguine"
by Cole Porter.

Aha moment

a day in ecosphere
- biodiversity -
a new snake stumped upon
in the Caribbean island
yet a type of monkey
spotted ten years ago
is on the verge of
extinction due to
logging and hunting
Darwinian principle
in full bloom showing
humanity's idiocy
so soon we need to
leave this planet
and take our grandeur
into space - at least
there will be enough
for everyone to have one
celestral home
by then the earth
can survive and breathe
again easily.

On reading "the World without us"
and two small entries in the dailies
today.

To life!

Deliberately sitting out
on life's adventure
turns you into
a criminal
you got a
a life
use't
or
l.....

Katzenjammer

Katzenjammer, a distorted melody
somewhere from my past,
when will it turn to dulcet harmony?
I have to face the music
and play the discord to discard
the jammin' refrain
hauling the howling
embracing the discord
the miaowing tuned in g-major.

Solar smoked eclipse

Eclipse - solar eclipse
Mother and old time technology
a piece of broken glass
held over a candle
smoking it black with care
glanced at the sun directly -
the eclipse of my childhood

Today I look at the internet
and see the full one
the awe is not as enticing
as the one from the smoked screen