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Wellness

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Better put down breakfast green
Chia swollen in my cheek
Sprouted spelt, kefir, scobie
Ferment mouldy – in one week!

Gather, feast on fruit, fowler
Pummel nuts, mix with seeds
Grind and blend, raw and cultured
Peck at shoots, forage weeds

Solar passive perch above
Cocky landlord’s heavy hand
Our beauty mask smother mud
Bury bodies in the sand

It ruffles feathers, talk above
Telling us to live our lives
Strictly watching whether we
Survive or if we thrive

Barely tolerable compare them to
That barking brute who’s tethered
With left wing broken, right wing spared
For escapades we’re de-feathered

We hobble round and round about
Without a speck of fleas
For now we’ll nest, one day we’ll dare
To spread wings, fancy-free

Communal Feast

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Today I wear a light grey merino top

It clashes with the rainbow scarf around my neck

But I wear it still as it is starting to match my hair

The people on my street don’t care much for matching

 

While the sun still shines the people browse along

Faces I meet they parade up street

Their past-times more familiar than names

Sitting beside the hearsay at the apple crate café

 

The brightly coloured relics of their hey-day

Brighten up the lives that brace against the passing grey

Away from the fray, yet near the river mouth

Just past forty three degrees south

 

Peering above my flat cup of white

The silage bales stew in the distant sun

Which competes with the wind for our small talk

Those endless competitors above watch us walk

 

People repeatedly robe and disrobe themselves

To much amusement of the elements

Refusing to be beaten in, they bask and burn

Under thin ozone and populate their skin

 

Little milk foam and chocolate smudged moustaches

Wander off on long leash with forget-me-nots and top knots

Blowing in the breeze, running, squatting, jumping

On mud-spot rainbow legs and boots like little bugs

 

Eating rocks and ripping leaves under the vacant gaze

Of tired eyes hiding under free-form hair

The wasps hover over mistaking my plate

For the garden from which it came

 

I make a side serving for them so they can sit

Humble company float before me incessantly

But much less obtrusively than

My own little bugs

My kind companions

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Comfortable and close they are
When we spend time together
Freely not thriftily, more familiar
With one another as we buy more time

Old friends they are who stick beside
My bedside in all weather
We gaze outside the window
Inspired yet silent

Then all at once our speechlessness
Pours forth in a flurry
A sounding board we speak aloud
In synergy and stereo

Cutting through the ringing silence
We meditate in all things said and unsaid
Wit and whim, in careless abandon
Combine with comebacks never delivered

Upon the page we gaze at one another
Contentment seeps in
So close we can embellish our flaws
Sitting patiently again with me…

My words, my kind companions

For the first time in forever

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For the first time in forever
The grey did fade to black
Surrendered with a wave of white
No feather, no turning back

The care slipped away quietly
Like the soft embrace of rest
The inhabitants played joyfully
The release of post-war jest

I wondered if the revelry
Would cause them all to turn
Into the breaks of natives
Inhabited by scorn

They crept about noisily
Absorbed in mindful dream
Their dictator downtrodden
Marked the end of the regime

The cheek of it extended
To the four-legged family
Howls and yowls of tired delight
Flaunting the reprieve

Not so, the older branch above
Nihilistic post-war bust
Still do tread in sick and age
In nought, do we trust

The strait divide does fare us well
To set our teeth off edge
Despite the toil, agony share
Our souls to Him we pledge

Ezekiel 18:2-3

When Two Worlds Collide

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The odds were a trillion to one
Far beyond the baffling beyond
A warm hue of mountains and seas
Fell out of orbit and flees
Cross the vastness and darkness to happen upon
A smaller sized orbit of one…

Impact was sudden, forests stripped bare
Sea life suspended mid-air
Architecture ablaze
Gaping void where cattle grazed
No people to protest or care

Relaxed into orbit, combining their moons
Aligning their tides and monsoons
Like a gyroscope surge
Two planets converge
The weather is urged to make room

Till one star dies and the other flies free
A cacophony of collected debris
magnetism of poles
By pure chance unfolds
Each began and ends with a tree

The habits of the hermit

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A lightly freckled fellow
Went wandering down the way
Chasing after floating things
That swirled around the bay

When a glint of sunlight
Caught his beady eye
Distracted by the glare
He clambered up to pry

Two fine abodes sat lightly
Upon the diamond sand
One was new and sturdy
The other was old and grand

Upon close perusal of
The bright lit corridors
Each had its own beauty
Buried deep with sandy floors

One as white smooth satin
Like a shop bought wedding gown
The other fine mother of pearl
Like a woman of tender renown

The freckled fellow reckoned
On that shifting sand he’d build
Between the two abodes
His of wood with golden guild

So they sat beside him through
Wind blow and constant tide
Each abode did echo to
The other on each side

Without even discourse
Their company they kept
Creeks and groans, sighs again
On his right and on his left

But neither did this company
Satisfy the fellow between
A secret each to each they were
Neither neighbour really keen

So up he went and lifted
The heavy shell upon his back
Drifted his abode downstream
Where no mothers or lovers lack

Where they crawl out of their finery
And bathe in the sunny bay
Despite their looks they’d tender hooks
Not becoming of a cray

Set Free

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I could never live my life
feeling tethered to a post
The kibble in the jaw
Blood-sucking insect host

Instead I’m free as I please
To tip toe through the grass
My head and eyes inclined toward
The twerps that flit right past

I’ll chase and pin them down
Put their noise to peace
I dash and climb to hiding spots
Abruptly but with ease

Until I find the dark has come
A great wide cavern between
Where I am and where once was
My bed, my comfort clean

All spent the night and then some
Pacing to and fro
Waiting for the light to come
Then waiting for it to go

Along the black and tarry patch
Between me and my rest
I hear them call, I start, then stop
Put their loyalty to the test

But twerps and grass and leaves
Do not bring me my fill
I dare the black and tarry patch
And a glimpse of my window sill

So I lay beside them, then
Get more than I deserve
I stretch and yawn, stomach intact
Curl once more and purr

Bitter brew

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Once swallowed and stewed digest
Brings health benefits to bones
Riches the blood and clears the chest
To the marrow, aches and groans

‘Tis a seasoned batch prepared
The choicest flour and oil of olive
With roasted meats the finest fare
Another death so I may live

But not of least this time a brew
This water mixed with chrysolite
Was not so choicest, fine or new
A vile deed done to judge the right

Born of man and brewed by spite
A jealous heart no one could tame
A caution and a crash each night
No salted drops to quench this flame

It scorched the house inside and out
Its inhabitants fled to far afield
Awaiting while her stomach pouts
Expectant under weight of yield

Bursting out with torrential storm
Sunflowers opened break of day
A fair one came at last was born
The spell of bitter brew gave way

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