Australian Native Yellow Wattle Tree Blooms start of July
OH, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirred And rustled by the scented breath of Spring; Oh, the dreary wistful longing! Oh, the faces that are thronging! Oh, the voices that are vaguely whispering!
Oh, tell me, father mine, ere the good ship crossed the brine, On the gangway one mute handgrip, we exchanged, Do you, past the grave, employ, for your stubborn reckless boy, Those petitions that in life were ne’er estranged?
Oh, tell me, sister dear—parting word and parting tear Never passed between us: let me bear the blame— Are you living, girl, or dead? bitter tears since then I’ve shed For the lips that lisped with mine a mother’s name.
Oh, tell me, ancient friend, ever ready to defend In our boyhood, at the base of life’s long hill, Are you waking yet or sleeping? Have you left this vale of weeping, Or do you, like your comrade, linger still?
Oh, whisper, buried love, is there rest and peace above?— There is little hope or comfort here below; On your sweet face lies the mould, and your bed is strait and cold— Near the harbour where the sea-tides ebb and flow.
All silent—they are dumb—and the breezes go and come With an apathy that mocks at man’s distress; Laugh, scoffer, while you may! I could bow me down and pray For an answer that might stay my bitterness.
Oh, harshly screams the bird, and the wattle-bloom is stirred; There’s a sullen weird-like whisper in the bough: ‘Aye, kneel and pray and weep, but HIS BELOVED SLEEP CAN NEVER BE DISTURBED BY SUCH AS THOU!’
~ Whispering in Wattle -Boughs – Adam Lindsay Gordon
“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows…” ― William Henry Davies
“COME TOGETHER!” a poem 6 February 2019 [Odin’s Day]
I’m just a little sissy girl; I want it ALL and how;
My wants are needs (and vice versa!) – just sat-is-fy me NOW!
Feed my cat; feed my dog; I “wanna have a cow!”
This-is the state of MY existence! Now-I -shall-take-a-bow,
And-expect that you-should-quite-applaud MY EFFORTS (perfect are)!
Be my chauffeur – and maid – and cook – fetch for ME that star,
And hand it over P. D. Q.* Do-NOT make me wait!
My patience! It is wearing thin! The KEY WORD: “Sat-i-ate!”
For-I’m-insatiable – in-the-extreme! I-want-me-THE BEST, whatever-I-mean!
COME TOGETHER, minions! “The-Union’s state is FINE,” say I.
{Choose one or many! or none at all:}
SO! (pause)
[1] Stop your whimp’ring; I haven’t time! It’s me who wants to cry!
[2] I hope eventually you’ll-SEE-IT-MY-WAY! Then-we’ll-see “eye to eye!”
[3] Be-NICE to Me [lania], I AM The Prez – And NEVER ask me why!
[4] I AM – “the best,” just say it proud! Declare it! It’s NO LIE!
[5] You’re here WITH ME; it is MY game! All-together-say: “Aye, Aye!”**
[6] As I WISH IT, I’ll-divide Our(?) “National-e – Pie!”
“THE MASTER?!” a poem The master-writer-thief-and-poet – – – Wonders why more folks don’t know-it! – – – Wonders why around the globe, – – – Folks don’t gyrate – to his “strobe!” – – – Why there isn’t – “a (big) book deal,” – – – or-audiences! – who laugh and reel, – – – with-adulation, for his clever – – – Humor, insight – and-charm-forever! – – – “Well, I declare,” he says out loud! – – – “And I am never very proud!” – – – So, I wait-for-the-hour, the hour when: – – – People’ll-know, I’m-“Master-of-The-Pen!!”
FREEDOM & Author
The master’s words are sharp and true, His pen a sword that slices through. With every stroke, he crafts a tale, That leaves the reader in assail.
But why is it that his name’s not known? Why hasn’t he a reaping sown? His work deserves more than just praise, It needs the world to be amazed.
The master writes with wit and skill, With every word, creating thrill. He weaves a world of fantasy, A place where readers long to be.
So why does he sit all alone, His work still undiscovered, unknown? Perhaps the world just hasn’t seen, The master’s talent yet to glean.
But one thing’s sure, one thing is clear, The world will soon bow to his sphere. For in his words, he holds the key, To unlock the world’s destiny.
FREEDOM AND EQUALITY
Unlocking the key to the world’s destiny is a captivating concept. While it may seem ambitious, it begs the question: do we possess the power to shape our collective future? It is a complex matter influenced by countless factors such as societal norms, technological advancements, and even natural events.
As individuals, we have the ability to make significant impacts through our actions, choices, and contributions. By promoting compassion, understanding, and equality, we can create a ripple effect that leads to positive change on a larger scale. However, it is essential to recognize that unlocking the key to the world’s destiny requires collective effort and collaboration.
Together, through collective action, innovation, and a shared vision for a better future, we can make great strides towards shaping the world’s destiny. It is a continuous journey that necessitates ongoing dedication and a belief in our ability to make a difference. So, while unlocking the key to the world’s destiny may be a lofty goal, it is up to us to persistently strive towards it and create a brighter tomorrow.
INSIDER INFORMATION!!!” a poem – in the series called: January 15, 2019 (Tuesday)INSIDER INFORMATION!!!” a poem – in the series called: “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!”
Outside! There is sun and wind; Inside! calm & dark, Outside-is: so-much-activity; inside – we-like-“to park!” And-be-so-WARM-and-safe-secure – from all the BUSY-ness, That-inflicts this-World-of-ours! Out-there-you HAVE-TO-GUESS, What comes next?! &-What-is-“right?” &-let’s-“Keep-up-with-The-Joneses,” But Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo – have put away their phoneses, AND “CUDDLE-POO” IS WHAT THEY’LL DO; INSIDE IS SWEET COMPOSURE! It’s tight &-right &-out-of-sight; they like the team called: HOOSIER,* —) For IUHoosiers-are-the-team of choice, for those who like to cuddle, —) And be “inside”-a-lot! Oh, yeah! A-splashing in “the puddle!” —) It’s warm inside, like outside too – but-it’s-not so-abrasive, Because it is so wet, so moist – and! it-can-be-“erasive!” For-INSIDE-erases-OUTSIDE-“ouch-ies,” when-you-get-a-bump-or-scratch, Your tender, little skin sometimes – upon some metal latch, Which-is-on-The-Door-that-separates – OUTside! from -the-IN! This-is-INSIDE-INFORMATION, and SHE-is-so-steeped in sin, And HE-is-oh-quite-naughty, but that’s OK – because, THEY RESIDE WITH JESUS! They’re TWO, but-then-there-was, Three or more, for love hath bore – GLAD-TIDING-for-here – there is NO war, INSIDE THESE WALLS! it’s-past-the-brush, and-spelunkers-dare – to-deep-explore, The beauties of The Cavern Walls! Yet, STILL – we hear all mating calls, And they’ll finally-emerge! to greet The Sun, Here-Mr.-&-Mrs.-Cuddly-Poo, on-green-sand-beaches-run, Where zephys, zebras-and-unicorns – greet us all in dreams, And rays of diamond-sun brush-wetness – And then, IT truly gleams! 🙂 – Breath-taking!
fin <3
a Hoosier is a native or inhabitant of Indiana, U. S. A. and is the name for the players of the Indiana University college football team! So, in essence, a hoosier – is an Indian, i.e.: someone from Indiana! How! Their “symbol” looks like a trident, or right-side-up horseshoe, pierced by a vertical shaft; it has some interesting connotations, I think! Don’t you think so
Oh Tumblr Censorial Representatives! O. M. G. No! Actually, you-know, EVERYTHING has potentially “notorious” and Community Standard violating connotations, depending upon what SPIN you put on whatever you are evaluating! Don’t you agree, Oh, Tumblr Censors?! If you are going to willy-nilly exclude some of my poetry and posts, why don’t you give some REAL REASONS for doing so? Mmmmm? Mmmmm? Comes on, now – BE FAIR, Tumblr! Be fair! 🙂
“TRULY INCESTUOUS, LICENTIOUS, IMMATURE AND INAPPROPRIATE!?!” a poem Tuesday: January 15, 2019 [with apologies and thanks to Edgar Allan Poe]
Once upon a psychic reading, Edgar CAYCE* uttered greeting – to-the-ones who-are-truly-“riled,” by-(what-some-call)- “inces-tuous-activity,” For-there-are-mothers, doing laundry – and cooking meals, while in-a-quandary – about-whether-“Junior” should be exiting, exiting! for all to see! “Here I am now, with my laundry – to-escape some destiny!? Yet, (I’m)-still-in-“the-nest,” (pause) quite happily!”**
CAYCE said: “Sometimes, we tarry, and sometimes-caring’s-necessary – when time-has established that most women – like-to-keep-children “on their knee.” So, sometimes THIS THING – is appropriate – and touch can be a potent opiate! I know it sounds a little strange – (pause) and-to-some: (pause) bizarre-ish-ly, BUT(also)-bizarre-to-judge-group-dynamic and-to-do-it with-such certainty – Especially-coming-from – a-non-mommy!
So, yes (I know) I’m often hearing: That mom’s got (my) laundry, but I’m NOT reeling – over-all the-inadequacies -that-this-situation-might- just- “hatch”-in-me, For-over all, there-are-ills prevailing? – preventing-some-ships-from-easy-sailing, BUT I-CAN’T imagine re-pri-manding Mom – for acting as Queen Bee!! For a matriarch – is sure to park – Herself ever-joyfully, When-she-find-eth-stove-or-washer – (pause) sitting by too casually!
What’s appropriate? Well, I don’t know! and! The longer that I “kinda” grow, I-am-convinced that moms-and-women – like to stand, quite silently, At The Door – and wait for Buddy, to depart, so they so bloody, “Breach the walls!” and head for laundry – to-deposit – lovingly!! A violation? Oh, maybe! (pause) But I will offer sparingly: A STAY! from any rude conviction – Judgment? I shall let-it-be!
And-I-think-that-women – going-to-Heaven, Carry with them – clothes and leaven, Hoping THERE, that-they-can-wash &-cook-&-sew-&-glow-with-glee, And CRITICISM? Probably NOT, for any times that Sonny brought, DIRTY LAUNDRY – in for mommy, so she-could spend-time “on-her-knee!” We all have “rolls” and some are frowned-on, such-as-“cin-namon!” maliciously! And some folks raise their eyebrows high and-critically-mutter: “Golly gee,
She spends such-time-in-the-laundry room, And in the kitchen – or at the loom, Doing housework ALL THE TIME (?) – yet SINGING! Oh, so merrily!” There’s criticism here we see, from wayward daughters, who spitefully – Content that MOM! should “give it up,” and-just-say:”Sonny-you’re-NOT-wee!” And, IF they don’t – is something wrong? Well, I guess, to-some – It-is-clear-ly, A-violation of-some-law! which SHOULD-BE-SET – in a-hurry!
But-perhaps-“incestuous”-belongs-with-HER, who-wants-to-“mommy”-her-chosen-“cur,” And wash his shirt with angel soap – because a smudge or two we see; Yeah! I-know! I’m quite a dope – and – without-mommy, I-can-not-cope, BUT! “mean” it seems to me it be, to-be-such-a-critic – of-mommy, When she has lived for many years – and, through those years, so steadfastly, She has-maintained-and-done-some-cleaning, helping-her-children, lovingly!
And now!-somewhat-older – and fairly-frail, and, in-her-“twilight,” her baby male, Wishes-comfort-for-her – for-her-soul and-mind – and bent bod-y, And-it’s-sometimes-hard, to-tell-how-to-love-her, And express (for her) a tender cover! Perhaps it’s weak- to-tenderly, maintain-such-an-attitude – endlessly, But years rush-on! I-am no wiser, but I-think things-go-by quite-swiftly, And most days now, with-mum-and-pop – I-consider-things – quite-gratefully!
fin. <3
* – a person who, in the 1900’s, acted as a “Channel” for health and spiritual information, which he supposedly received from “sources on The Other Side!”
** – some older children return to their homes, to assist their parents as they become older and might need some special assistance! It is called: “Care-taking!”
CREATIVITY glides; creativity flows; Creativity’s “a-loose-cannon” and really never knows, What’s coming next, but is OK with that, And DOES have structures, within-a-mobile-“flat!”
It recognizes schedules that others like to follow, But doesn’t (always) conform; it’s-a-bullet that is hollow,
& bounces around, skipping over hurdles, Wondering what’s next – and watching all the turtles,
Conform to rigid scheduling, for-the-sake of the mundane, & gets criticized a bit – for being a-little “insane!”
You don’t know where it comes from, so it is unexpected, But – within – its shadow – – – KINGDOMS ARE ERECTED,
And then destroyed – and it don’t care, And-it-is demonized, for being too bare, And a little too wild – and sorta rude, Although it doesn’t intend to be vile or crude!
Censors approach it, with torches en masse; They wanna break the castle walls – and kick it in the ass, And scream: “YOU CAN NOT DO THAT!” &-then-comes-its-reply:
“Have a wonderful day, y’all! Never ask me WHY!”
A little structure’s good, but-structures-are-like-The-Shabbat: When you totally conform to them, you lose your clever Hobbit, Who eats – food – when-he can – the kind that tastes so sweet, And GIGGLES with excitement, at things that seem so neat, But holds no nasty grudges and doesn’t wear a frown, And doesn’t care about results – for-he offers you his crown, ‘Cause He don’t wanna rule – and don’t like to keep tabs, And rather likes to walk around, rather-than-taking cabs,
But – easy does it – to-not burn out, and profiles are best kept LOW! Take care of yourselves, Good Friends – and don’t put on a show!*
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