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Oh sky,

a blue linen sheet
where no bed
will be.

Oh cloud,

fluff white,
and shook free.

Oh my love

the yellow flowers have opened,
the purple
gone to seed.

It rains
every second day,

and the third day
a bed is made

where no bed
will be.



by David (c) 2012

Pulling my jeans on
I left into the morning.
The sun was beautiful
on the hilltop,
and I wondered
at beautiful
like
sums.



by David (c) 2012

I was surprised to find that no new blogs had been created for 30 days... go here and click on newest...

http://www.bigblog.com.au/index.do?wid=2&type=topblogs

and so I had a look around and found this...


"BigBlog is no longer available for new or existing BigPond customers to activate a new blog from 21 November 2011. If you are an existing customer with a BigBlog and you delete an existing account/s you cannot register for a new account or reactivate the deleted account."


I found that statement here...


http://crowdsupport.telstra.com.au/t5/General-Internet/Bigblog-access-limited-how-to-access/td-p/15360



so, it's over...

I'd recommend Wordpress over Blogger... as Blogger is ran by Google, and Google is seen as the new evil with regards to privacy and tracking.

cheers.


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You are so beautiful,
look at the sky in your face.

I dangle my feet in water.
I am fishing with my feet.

A man has walked on water.
Could he dangle his feet in water?

You are beautiful as a sunset
on a hilltop of trees.



by David (c) 2011

the sun is hot

today the cusp leaves are crisp

Bi-Lo is selling 3 packs of Smith's Crisps for $5.00
I will only want the one

I will move to the refrigerator section
to cool off

I will read the ingredient table on a pack
of Steggles Tender Chicken Breasts

like a poem

the way I used to read the ingredient table
on a pack of cigarettes

like a poem

the way I read everything

like a poem

and I'll ogle the succulent thighs
of wives

the grey hairs of husbands

and I won't understand love, nor life,

nor the ingredient table
on a pack of Steggles Tender Chicken Breast
Fillets



by David (c) 2011

Leaves in the water float past like Egyptian
funeral barques
in the horrid sunlight.



by David (c) 2011

Don't Cha - The Pigs

Billy Jean By Honeywagon

Mazzy Star - Lay Myself Down, new song Oct. 2011
 
5 Poems by Gregory Corso

she says I've wasted time
and that pleases her

drinking her beer
late at night
while reading

my writing!

I know
I emphasise that

could we all be wise
as owl

watching at the
pale moon

the ripple
of water

where frog had croaked
boldly
before leaping

where no frog has been
before

onto the
pale moon?





by David (c) 2011



Bruce Springsteen Darkness On The Edge Of Town

Saving Grace Theme

21 October 2011


yr
take yr
pants off I
take the top off
a bottle of beer

yr bones creak
like floorboards

there is the beautiful blue
sky as always watching
over everything that is
creative

2011
& I re-sign up
for humanity
understanding
what it means not
knowing how to
receive it




by David (c) 2011

24 September 2011



how do u say it
when u open up

that u care for things
like this, and that

a dark skin child dying
in a desert that has
no oil

a bird that has not come back
to a tree

a tree that has not come back
from fire

how d yr say it

God's breeze sneeze lifts up
the dresses up ladies

god care a little
lazy

how d yr say it?




by David (c) 2011

9 September 2011


in my dark space
is solitude

an occasional thought
of murder

(a sharp axe
the floorboard join open
to captive blood
creak beneath weight
of blood-brows)

an oasis of love

where the I of me
exiled from the world by the
grave of dead loves
hunch over poetry
that somehow explain existence
more than an iTunes, an iPod
or any other form of i can do



by David (c) 2011

3 September 2011


You, who are loved, are happy, are blessed.
But that is all you have. I
who am unloved will one day have
the greatest love.

A cherry in a tree. The bright colour
of living. The sun shines on leaves even
in winter
grey blossom.


harshness is a blanket
too.


Silence, oh silence
tumbling & silent
and it was like the sun
and the sun is everywhere.

You, who are loved, are happy, are blessed.
But that is all you ever have. And I
who am unloved will one day have
the greatest love.



by David (c) 2011

31 August 2011



The leaf

drinking far too much

stumbled

fell from the branch

the ants found him

days later

slumped on the fence

brown as a horse

cusped
into eternity.


by David (c) 2011

27 August 2011


I drove to the bottle-shop, I said
give me, give me

a carton of Coopers Ale
and she did

looking down my
gun-barrel eyes

I left her there
counting my money

the way I left them all

counting my money



by David (c) 2011

20 August 2011


watching the vase
filled by water

waiting for a petal
to fall

autumn in a vase
is two steps past dying

two steps are a mile
when yr dead

and all the petals are picked
for you

and someone dresses you up
in your Sunday's finest pale
skin

and the iron-creased shirt is so

unlike you

I ruffle you up

yr collar just below
yr chin

cheers.



by David (c) 2011

19 August 2011


laid back
watching my feet

watching the sun creep across the floor
toward me

the way I watch grass

or a flower
sitting in sun

no action
but participant
in existing

a shallow brook
the tadpoles of light
everywhere

watching the world pass-by
counting their breasts

2, 4, 6, 8, 10, bouncing
breast, nugget breast, cusped

breast

two abreast

being aware

Vancouver riot The Lover\s kiss

a too, too, intimate
photo

her legs tight, her
black panties like
night

the mad world round them
passing by



by David (c) 2011



Vancouver riot The Lover\s kiss

10 August 2011


I  put hands in pockets.
The cold air hunts them.
I lean against a street-lamp
that is asleep,
waiting the guillotine of contacts
to ignite with electricity.
I pause for thoughts to give reason to move
from leaning.
London is riotous.
They are my kin. They are your kin.
It is a world of kinship.
I pause for thoughts to give reason to move
from leaning.
I move toward the moon of her
belly to the house by the garden
of jasmine to be in love
At The End Of The World.



by David (c) 2011

8 August 2011


Perhaps I should give my poems names
like a son: George, William

teach them to live morally, compassionately
to live in love as a mother does, or should have

to be a paper plane in wind
landing at the airport of another's
being

a 747 Boeing of a poet's scream, a silent
glider hushed

in the way of sunlight that edified
a leaf to thrive

I think I would like to walk with my sons
to the creek
watch the birds at the waters edge
while I teach my sons to speak



by David (c) 2011

5 August 2011


The leaf falling from the tree
observed carefully by other leaves
like humans dying everywhere
must had thought


all them things up there
Gods & leaves


and the dog
once who had barked up the wrong tree
pee'd on rhyming poe-eat-tree
running off to a silver bowl
filled with pastel colorings

while Claude the ginger haired cat
watched equally
carefully behind a fly-wire screen door
that no blow-fly yet had been able
to penetrate.


by David (c) 2011

15 July 2011


numb like streetlamps on winter boulevard

I take a beer from the fridge

it turns my fingers blue

like my blue heart

from cold love

from her eyes

from the eyes of others

who found her

when I could not




by David (c) 2011



~~~~~~~~~~

Everlast ft. Santana - Babylon Feeling

Everlast - Angel

13 July 2011



This is the poem about a flower,
and a beautiful lady in love.
Does he love me, or love me not?
He does not.
And you have killed the flower.

Petal, petal, on the ground
you were a charmer
when you were round the flower's heart,
and the sun was on the flower's face,


and bees, and men, and maids
will like
the way you looked on the sky
as if you saw God's eye.



by David (c) 2011

20 June 2011


the bird
landing on the fence

I see it

but it does not stay too long

a bird has other places
to be



by David (c) 2011

18 June 2011



the towel that hangs on the beige door
has been there for 2 weeks
and I am too lazy
to put it away

it was a happening

when the towel was wet, and a day
cold in winter

I draped it over the door
to dry

now it waits to wrap itself round
my wet body

in this reoccurring duty of care we weep
into lonely hands
the towel and I



by David (c) 2011

12 June 2011


a day of gloom where sunlight has
fallen into a shade of grey and the clouds
resemble a colour chart of the same inadequate colour
and the world is motionless
the wind no more than a sleeping breath
barely audible and unable to stir
the smallest of leaves upon the
dire branches of the trees and the shrubbery
and the flowers remain closed to the eyes which
seek the beauty in the splendid colouring
of a previous joy and there appear no bees
in a to and fro transportation
of the golden pollen
the hives must be silent
as if the living essence of things
had taken note of the day's despondency and sense something failed
in the natural flow of the gleaming cosmos
and you sense there will be no rain
though the clouds hold the prophecy
of a damp theatrics of lightning over
the rooftop and upon the far off mountain seem inevitable
it is as if nature had rolled on her side
and gone off to sleep
a day giving over to thought
reaffirming the bond of life
and environment



by David (c) 2011

10 June 2011


God it must be awful
not reading poetry
it must be like
not liking Coca-Cola
or a hot bath
with yr girlfriend's
girlfriend you can drink
a fridge dry of beer
but you won't drink
a poem dry
of anything
it's wet like sex
the good sex
that leaves you loving
for something
more


by David (c) 2011



~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~

Joan Jett - Do You Wanna Touch Me (1999) Palmdale, CA

2 June 2011


if i could open my mind
the way a raindrop
opens itself
onto ground

there is the boundless sky that a bird
finds itself in

there is the confine of a garden
when the bird is taken
by the cat

surrounded by beautiful flowers
the bird's death
is at the edge of the boundless sky


there are raindrops that fall on everything
that have no shelter



by David (c) 2011

27 May 2011



I would kill the devil inside me
to be with you
when you are smiling



by David (c) 2011



~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~

Eddie Vedder- The Wolf (into the wild)

Mazzy Star - Hair and Skin

Mazzy Star - Take Everything

PJ Harvey - Dress (Live)

Mazzy Star - Let That Be

~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~

5 Poems by James Wright

~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~

26 May 2011



wake to greyness like sunshine

the yard quiet
the grass shines like water

chillness sits on the fence
stagnate, it blows

its misty breath
onto cusp hands

I look for the bright mark on a cloud
the sun hidden

like you know which bedroom window your love
undresses behind

and the fondness of that



by David (c) 2011

21 May 2011


in my yard are the ghosts of wagtails
limbs sag beneath their small weight


some will say it is the wind


in winter's approach I anticipate
the joy of sunlight on the tree



by David (c) 2011


~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~


I look at you because
that is how I interpret
love to be
something beautiful

~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~

Mazzy Star - five string serenade

Charles Bukowski Charles Bukowski

~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~

the dog barking up the wrong tree
moved to the next tree
hoping it was the right tree


~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~


Modest Mouse - Jesus Christ Was An Only Child

Bukowski Reads Bukowski

Modest Mouse - Dukes Up

PJ Harvey - Written On the Forehead HD

13 May 2011



it is nothing now
there is nothing in morning
the sun is nothing

I have worn rain's grey coat
sodden & laden

night is aspirin
star's thin string grasped
above abyss

Neptune discards his orchestra
sea-shells emptied
like love discards
life

the fridge hums
its lyric
I do not discard
its cold warmth

by David (c) 2011



~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~

Hope Sandoval - Where Did You Run To

 

6 May 2011


when you kill a monster you sip
on a tea, or a coffee, and reflect
on things that are nice on a planet
that is dying

that the sky is still blue, and the sea
quite often green

that flowers are many colored

and the waves still run up the beach
and touch your toes

if you have put yourself in a position
for them to do so

when helicopters fly into wardrobes
and take out the monsters

you can reach inside and take out a clean garment
and look yourself in a mirror

naked, clothed in the universe
that you have worn so awkwardly

and can not understand




by David (c) 2011




~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~

Stevie Nicks - For What Its Worth

29 April 2011



I caught a mouse in a humane trap
and will release it

into the woods

now I am wondering why
people don't use them to capture
other people

instead of bashing them, or killing them
just release them

into the woods



by David (c) 2011



~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~


Everlast - Friend - Love, War, and the Ghost of Whitey Ford

Mazzy Star - Flowers in December

Mazzy Star - Ive Been Let Down

27 April 2011


sun is new day

I have waited for this
first step

*


night is ancient moon

I sit on the step looking up

a moth on a lantern

calling itself Armstrong

*


by David (c) 2011

when they leave you
give them flowers
gift of the
sorrow
round yr
heart



by David (c)2011



~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~

PJ Harvey - This Is Love

PJ Harvey- The Words That Maketh Murder

21 April 2011


in my toilet room
on the window sill
sits a red wooden tulip
that tricks the sun
into nurturing it
each day


by David (c) 2011

20 April 2011



the cat sits in the sun next to a bowl of fresh milk

the birds are all dead

I do not like much death nor the loneliness of it

the sun is for all but the cat keeps it to itself



by David (c) 2011

 

9 April 2011



poetry
like drunk beer

like old friends
gone to happiness

fill the spaces
left by Jesus

climbing down
from the cross

running off
to Jerusalem's tavern

drinking the red wine
of forgiveness

his mates
picking him up

3 days later
from stupor

dumping Mary
at the door

like Rimbaud
gone forever

into continents

into hearts



by David (c) 2011



~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~

Mazzy Star - Be My Angel

2 April 2011



I am sick with poetry.
It hurts my mind.

It is no wonder I drink.

My hands are sun-burnt from the light
inside the fridge. I wonder

at the Owl in ourselves. My love

is the drift of grass on a river
of rainwater. I hang my eyes

on a coat-hanger moon that itself hangs
over a field of streetlamp.




by David (c)2011

1 April 2011


The monstrous cats of my
monstrous neighbors have killed
the loving wagtails

and I am at a loss to love
again.



by David (c)2011

Paint
11 June 2010


go to the fridge
take what is in it

everywhere
is winter

make a noose
paint it

in Spring

when everything
renews

smile at it
too



by David (c) 2011

Contest

If in my heart I contest you
my love no more

earthly as these sunken bones recline
aged upon winter's vine

old senility and I may meet
too sullen for the day to keep

amid the withered pine
a merry rose I'll find

for love had honor soar

I could not have loved you
the more.


by David (c) 2011



~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~


Daisy the cow could not believe her ears.

The big bull Jed stood on the the gentle slope of the meadows, his hooves sunk in the moist ground... his eyes like darkness looked on the unsuspecting herd, then Jed spoke: "moove."  Daisy could not believe her ears for she knew what it meant...for centuries the cows had been trying to pronounce the word move, but could never get passed moo. The syllabus seemed out of reach. Now they had the vocabulary to escape The Abattoirs, and The Dairy Farms.... the sun shimmered on Daisy's flanks, and Daisy's teats bounced wildly as she hooved it up on the meadow, in the green grass, on the long paddock.

18 March 2011



I have turned the mobile phone off
all week.

I am hiding in my darkness.

Grey cloud, and a slow rain is falling.
Water zig-zags on the window pane.

For 2 days a cockroach has been dying
on the tile floor.

I am awful to watch it.

This is what God knows of me
I listen to the rain.



by David (c) 2011


~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~

Everlast - White Trash Beautiful

Colin James - Far Away Like A Radio

Bruce Springsteen - You can look (but you better not touch)

~!~!~!~~~~~~!




"they don't belong to the planet." the whale spoke gruffly.

"Where did they come from then?" asked one small fish, quizzled.

The whale moved its great bulk away from a shining pair of glasses
that had drifted free of the Toyota.

"They don't know themselves," the whale responded:
"they pray to the sky, not the sea."

The whale moved further away from the glasses.

The whale was afraid the glasses were watching him.
That the glasses could read his nature
the way they could read a book...

his great soft heart

swam into the peaceful sea.

17 March 2011

 

The dark creature appeared on the brim
of the wave, lifted its sign:

"Build rocket ships, and scoot. ASAP." the sign
shouted!

The whale flipped backward
into the grumbled sea.

Used its great bulk
to push the sunken houses
into rows,

sodden cars
into garage spaces.

"We must build a museum
so we don't forget their crime."

mused the whale.



by David (c) 2011




The fish lean into the comfortable seat
in the back of the Toyota:

"one day we will have hands to turn the steering wheel"
said one fish.

"and minds to fathom the engine, and ignition"
said another

in thoughtful presence.

15 March 2011


what God is

you hold your hand out
in an empty room



by David (c) 2011

14 March 2011


water is the new enemy

the land likes
to shake
& roll

we must dance
until the water waves us
into loving arms

where the fish are
we will learn of gills
and rusting cars

and when we swim
without breath
we will know all there is


by David (c) 2011

3 March 2011


I buried the cicada under the low boards
of the house

it was my first burial

a song cut into childhood
awkward under narrow beams

two days later I crawled back
into the dark opening
looked on the dirt that now appeared
undisturbed

I did not understand

could not realise
it is grief that brings us back
to graveyards


by David (c) 2011

1 March 2011


If a man has a flower in his heart
he may have a gun in his hand.

A thing so beautiful needs
protecting.

Every man knows if the flower
is seen
it will die.



by David (c) 2011

 
~!~!~!~~~~~~!~~!~

when Jesus was nailed to the cross
he could see the eyes of his mother
in the crowd

when the rock was rolled from the tomb Jesus rose up
saying "tell Dad, I am here."

when Jesus vanished off the face of the earth
and a sparrow had built its nest in the rocks
and the sun had risen and was followed by the apostle moon
they all went looking for Jesus

they are still looking for Jesus
they make toys of the cross and of Jesus nailed to the cross
but they don't make toys of his mother's eyes in the crowd
because everyone knows what transpires when a mother's eyes meet
her child's

28 February 2011


Lord

protect me from your servants
who over emphasise you
they have done no good
to the marvel of you

might I tell them to
zip it up a little
bit

while the good servants
smile up to you
from the wardrobe
of their prayer

like Job
in anguish
& despair

still in love with you



by David (c) 2011