e-books of Terrell Neuage

picture poems are available at these sites: Twitter, Youpic, Flickr, Google Plus updated 17 September 2017 Ringkobing, Denmark

latest thought splat HERE (I wrote it just for you) updated 19 September 2017 Ringkobing, Denmark

new VIDEO PICTURE POEMS @ youtube & Flickr updated 30 July 2017 Adelaide, South Australia

(poems for 2016)

click on images for actual picture (enlargement - and location on the internet)

The Weeds in my garden (an upcoming book) updated 02 September 2017

(c) Terrell Neuage 2017

Terrell Neuage Photographer

 

Table of Contents

The Weeds in my garden. 1

Thoughts in Patterns 1 - 4 and other e-books. 1

1.      Falling snow (12) 1

Book 5 Page – yet to do     ................................... 1

1.      Back on track (14) 1

3.  Lasting excitement (10) 1

4.      Long after (14) 1

5.      Crossed meanings (21) 1

6.      Saw so much today (10) 1

7.      So many happy people (19) 1

8.      Finally sequencing patterns of pretendability (16) 1

9.      In an unusually funny fit (27) 1

10.        In the museum of broken promises (31) 1

11.        So close to death (32) 1

12.        Rain chased morning (40) 1

13.        Too few taken (31) 1

14.        In the alley snowmen in stilettos (62) 1

15.        Her Halloween pumpkin smile (36) 1

16.        From far-fetched fear’s frozen form (10) 1

17.        So many of us (61) 1

18.        The past tried to visit today (24) 1

19.        I felt ill (15) 1

Book 5 Page – yet to do     .............................................. 1

20.        I’m not stupid (26) 1

21.        So many of us (31) 1

22.        In the midst of an anticipated storm (24) 1

23.        With nothing left (63) 1

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 1. 1

Book 5. Page unknown yet     ................................... 1

24.        In a surrealistic split second (38) 1

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 2. 1

Book 5 P. don’t know     .............................................. 1

25.        I was born ready (17) 1

Book 5. Page unknown yet     .............................................. 1

26.        With everywhere to go (29) 1

Book 5. Page unknown yet    ................................... 1

27.        Concerned only by how many likes (29) 1

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 3. 1

Book 5. Page unknown yet     ................................... 1

28.        Before we could laugh (18) 1

29.        The internationally acclaimed flowers cried (20) 1

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 4. 1

Book 5. Page unknown yet     .............................................. 1

30.  Wanting too much (32) 1

Book 5 not decided where     .............................................. 1

30.        While dialing up future expectations. 1

31.        While assuming I could be the same. 1

Book 5 not decided where     ............................................... 1

32.        I always wanted to be me. 1

33.        Unlike tomorrow which has only hope. 1

34.        Tricked again. 1

35.        No one speaks my language. 1

36.        Without chaos in my garden. 1

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 5. 1

37.        Now cycles new.. 1

38.        As appreciation aspires. 1

39.        Reflected memories. 1

40.        Shortly after losing everything. 1

41.        I thought being me was so difficult 1

42.        The flower day massacre. 1

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 6. 1

Book 5 not decided where     ................................... 1

43.        Everything seemed correct 1

44.        We told stories. 1

45.        On the bridge over the river 1

Book 5. Page unknown yet     .............................................. 1

09/02/2017 Woerden 09/February/2017 Erasmus Bridge Rotterdam Thoughts in Pattern http://neuage.org/e-books/ 1

46.Birth was easy. 1

47.        Having lost my final poem.. 1

48.        Old age is bonus time. 1

Book 5. Page unknown yet     .............................................. 1

10/02/2017 Woerden, Netherlands       Thoughts in Pattern http://neuage.org/e-books/ 1

49.        Thought snippets. 1

50.        In a distant whisper 1

51.        I made a snowman. 1

52.        Chasing thoughts. 1

53.        So many impressions today. 1

54.        Love is a splash. 1

55.        How soft the first snowflake’s touch. 1

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 7. 1

56. The ride to town was so unexpected. 1

57.        Forced lyrics. 1

58.        I ended quicker than I started. 1

59.        I re-wrote my history. 1

60.        I lost my picture of you. 1

61.        As with any distance. 1

62.        Surprised how I began my conversation. 1

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 8. 1

63.        We drove through these snowy memories. 1

64.        This place. 1

65.        Comfortable in a rainy sunset 1

66.        Because I wrote my poem upside down. 1

67.        Checked for random.. 1

68.        Weeds in my garden were trying to explain. 1

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 9. 1

69.        I knew you desired me. 1

Book 5. Page unknown yet     ................................... 1

70.        Like the weeds in my garden. 1

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 10. 1

71.        Still breeze. 1

72. Back to normal 1

73.        I tried to change. 1

74. She failed to recreate. 1

75. It was so good of you to remember me. 1

76. Soon after being promoted. 1

77.  I returned for the change. 1

76.        After running out 1

77.        After saying ‘not any mosquitos this year’ 1

Book 5. Page unknown yet     .............................................. 1

78.        As a matter of interest long forgotten. 1

Book 5. Page unknown yet     ................................... 1

79.        During an appreciative séance. 1

80.        While packaging dreams. 1

Book 5. Page unknown yet     .............................. 1

81.        In the wilderness of long left love lost 1

Book 5. Page unknown yet     .............................................. 1

82.        I waited for you. 1

Book 5. Page unknown yet      .............................................. 1

83.        With nothing left to chance. 1

84.        Waves at sea. 1

85.        Fake news  Book 5. Page unknown yet     .............................................. 1

86.        Thousands of years. 1

87.        While waiting for inspiration. 1

88.        I looked for the living. 1

89.        Woven narratives. 1

90.        Moments gone. 1

91.        In a lost creative moment 1

92.        Haunted memories quietly appear now so clear it feels like long ago. 1

93.        Elimination. 1

96. Easiest being children. 1

97. If the times as now.. 1

98. Without dreaming. 1

99. In an immaterial moment 1

100. You were a winding path of peace. 1

102. In my rush to grow up. 1

103. I stored my surplus of dreams. 1

104. A simple life. 1

105. We race through our life. 1

106. Love in the rain. 1

107. So long the times. 1

108. In mystery’s absent silence. 1

109. The sun set with all we needed. 1

110. “you are too bloody loud”. 1

111. Song sung wrong. 1

113. Prophets told jokes. 1

114. I lost my balance. 1

115. With the threat of being discovered. 1

116. I knew it was my turn. 1

117. We stood by. 1

118. I lost you somewhere some time ago. 1

119. In retrospect 1

120. While planning for the future. 1

121. Cloudy circles of floating dreams. 1

122. I waited at memories end for visions once believed. 1

123. The luxury of dreaming. 1

124. I lost my self today. 1

125. Imagining pretending. 1

126. Not sure whether their current life as roses. 1

129. Broken celebrations. 1

130. Changed routines. 1

135. Disappearing questions. 1

136. Mystery. 1

137. More than. 1

138. We laughed softly. 1

139. In the warmth of my dreams. 1

140.  Somewhat different 1

141. While waiting for the end. 1

142. We have had a wonderful life. 1

143. In a disconnected evening. 1

144. Without repeating often said. 1

145. We rushed through life. 1

146. I was a suspect in the twisted rather sorted details. 1

147. Shortly before you died. 1

148. Suspended surprise. 1

149. Unfamiliar words. 1

150. Shown forward. 1

152. Lost dim lit spotlight 1

153. Repeated lost thoughts. 1

154. Recycled love. 1

155. Disappointed with their outcome. 1

156. After ignoring. 1

157.  The weeds in my garden. 1

158. Appreciable summarized. 1

159. All the changes at once. 1

160. Lost excitement 1

161. While sleeping in the garden. 1

162. Such a release. 1

163. The poets in my garden. 1

164. Out here where the stars grow like weeds. 1

165. Inspirational times. 1

166. With the correct direction. 1

167. Day sounds at night 1

168. Linguistically challenged. 1

169. Like days never existed. 1

170. The reason for my nakedness. 1

171. As I froze to death. 1

172. Standards without debt 1

173. Buried senses. 1

174. Unable to love on cue. 1

175. So much. 1

176. All left behind. 1

178. I made up. 1

179. Ran out of time. 1

180. The shortest thought 1

181. An upright circle. 1

182. A broken average. 1

183. Replaced my thoughts with hers. 1

184. I watched a broken moon. 1

185. I delivered my burden. 1

186. I can’t believe it 1

187. Felt strange all day. 1

188. I missed the end. 1

189. Drifting clouds. 1

190. I will miss you so much. 1

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 22. 1

191. Like life. 1

192. What I enjoy. 1

193. Quietly inner pains separated. 1

194. Surprised. 1

195. In a playful moment 1

196. I didn’t forget your birthday. 1

197. In the rubble and chaos. 1

198. Inconsequential sequential abnormality. 1

199. I tripped over indifference. 1

200. Long after I had died. 1

201. I wrote my life story with a pencil 1

202. The weeds in my garden. 1

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 23. 1

203. I put my beliefs into my vitalizer 1

204. The weeds in my garden. 1

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 24. 1

205. I can hear the wind. 1

206. In memory of the weeds in my garden. 1

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 25. 1

207. While watching galaxies waltz. 1

208. I am a minimalist 1

209. In a mutual happy moment 1

210. I made a space in space. 1

211. Starting as seeds too. 1

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 26. 1

212. In a misguided expression of equality. 1

Using in ‘ 1

213. I repositioned my memories. 1

214. Long before the weeds in my garden. 1

Using in ‘ 1

215. After signing a multi-season series. 1

216. Toward the end of my life. 1

217. Anymore words. 1

218. In a resentful revenge tirade. 1

Using in ‘ 1

219. I often wonder 1

220. Today came and went 1

221. Short fallings of my search for you. 1

222. Softly I touched my memory of you. 1

223. I traded my life with the weeds in my garden. 1

224. The perception. 1

225. I relived our life again today. 1

226. Our love continued long after the fire went out 1

227. In the alternative life I live. 1

228. I love going to sleep. 1

229. The weeds in my garden celebrated my laziness. 1

Using in ‘ 1

230. All that will be left at the end. 1

Using in ‘ 1

231. I was going to write the best poem ever 1

232. Laying in wait 1

233. I tattooed an image of God. 1

234. I watched my shadow age rapidly. 1

235. Reading your letter
236. Learning in rhythm to your thoughts
237. When the Tooth Fairy
238. Wanting to know what comes next
239. The weeds in my garden
240. When I died.
241. I never wrote about fruit
242. I thought I had discarded the past
243. Thunder clears my mind
244. Naked again.
245. Frequently significant renditions
246. Riding side-saddle on my shadow
*247. I would not know where to start
*248. If the morning sky wore plaid A picture containing red, clothing, fabric    Description generated with very high confidence
249. Today was only available in limited edition
250. A Twitter version of the Bible
251. I love change
*252. Long after I am dead
253. I wore red socks on the crowded train
*254. So close the flames
255. The weeds in my garden believed they were posing for an Instagram pic
256. After the change I was still the same
257. As a vegetarian for more than fifty years
*258. In the future robots will dream
*259. I dream of being a poem-writing robot
260. Every morning I listen to the wind
261. I put yesterday on a pedestal
262. In an anti-poet sequence
263. There are more than ten-billion thoughts per minute
264. Not further to go
265. Obtuse passions
266. So much learned So much forgotten
267. While lost in symmetrical illusionary thoughts of you
268. I deleted everything on my computer, hard drive, in the cloud
269. Escape trails
270. I feel lucky to have come so far
*271. Turbulence signs
272. I dedicated my life to being lost
273. Continuous beneath a full moon sea cruise
*274. I took my dead friends and family
275. Splendid this passing time
276. I believed in my sinking feelings
277. Too much responsibility holding the world together
278. We Americans in Tallinn Estonia
279. I took sleeping pills
280. Every sunset the same
281. We are in enemy waters
* 282. I thought I could repeat my lost love life
283. After they bombed the palace
284. It was my birthday today
285. Too late in the day
* 286. Now that I am seventy-years old
287. I felt ridiculous looking at my reflection
289. Distant falls
*290. They spelled my name wrong
291. Well worth the visit
*292. So easy to stop wars
293. Too quick the slow
294. During a pause to reflect
295. Halfway to the centre
296. We danced in rhythm
297. Soon after we landed
298. Now that I am embedded within the imaginary me
299. Not sure whether to cross out
300. My mother tweeted me
301. Smudged love
302. The dead no longer dream
303. I felt your breath
304. We left the windows open
*305. ‘In ruins’
306. Every morning I wake up to discover
307. In a discreditable delusion
308. We left out the details
309. Now that I am in Denmark
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 39
310. I stood still
311. So well the stop
312. If it wasn’t for that damn drunken dance
*313. Before turning seventy
314. I tried to change your view of me
315. While intent survives
316. Whispers along the sand dunes
*317. What is so healing about writing poetry
318. I daydream because I always have
319. Typical over the counter dreams
320. Since turning 70 11 days ago
321. In the midst of a terrifying dream
322. I started today
323. Too few the turns
324. Robots will not dream
*325. If you close your eyes
326. I keep boxes next to my bed
327. ‘Thanks for appreciating how much I love you’
*328. The night was filled with hunger
329. I shared my secret with the weeds in my garden
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 40
330. Should surprise suddenly shoulder salvations
331. So many apples fell from the tree
332. I have two pet mice
333. If I were an artist
334. The alarm of injustice
335. In an exhaustive melody
336. Everyone hates me on social media
337. The nightmare of my creativity
338. Failure has no prose
339. As with any drunken rodeo cowboy
340. The party died
*341. After the ferry sank
342. Survival is not a party trick
343. The last person to remember me
*344. As with any well-earned karma
350. Not knowing
351. My friends now all dead
*352. I rode today side-saddle
353. I put tattoos over scars
354. In a post-world world
355. In the future there will be no past
*356. While running naked through the alley
362. It is annoying that this poem went viral
363. I saw you today dancing on the shore
364. I tried to decipher the sounds of birds in my garden
365. In a copywritten moment
366. In too short a moment
367. Chocolate Wine Lego
368. Without doubt
369. I lost my place in too many turned pages
370. I put love on trial
371. I painted my dark side
372. Shut down all systems
373. Luck was on its way
374. In anticipation of a long-lost dream
375. To me it was just another photo shoot
*376. Foreign faces with foreign voices
377. Fast falling Friday freedom
378. In a dazzling array of confusing symbolism
379. Started again
380. In a non-productive moment
381. Before I began servicing my multiple personalities
382. Predictions drain facts
383. As one who never gets lost
384. At the end of my life
385.  Sand washed upon the shore of the fjord
386. So much easier to blog now
387. I waited for 70 years
388. I had the travel bug
389. Shortly after completing my best and final
390. While collecting mushrooms
391. Simple so often to be easily different
392. I pushed forward
393. Thanks for forgetting me
394. I am writing a novel
395. I changed my looks to appear as the abstract tattoo
*396. At the museum of broken hearts
*397. At my funeral I wore virtual glasses
*398. I run naked in the rain
*399. I dropped the script for my life in the fjord
400. I live my life as a surprise
401. My writing is a sponge
403. I prefer to fall
404. In wrinkled lace are wrapped thoughts of you
405. Where wind refuses to rest
406. Melting reason producing rational hallucinations
407. While replicating a life once known
408. Without an audience
409. Waiting wanting watching
410. Laughing is a cure
*411. I drew a map
412. Easy runs thunder
413. Close to suffocation
414. If I had not rescued two clowns
415. Too many songs, movies, poems, parades
*416. Real men don’t write poetry
417. In a self-reflective moment
418. I went to a five-hundred-year old cemetery
419. I went to the oldest city in Denmark
420. The beauty of being where I do not understand the language
421. I had a wonderfully inspirational creative fulfilling rewarding
*422. We swore our love for eternity
*423. Streams of consciousness
*424. I barricaded myself from the North Sea
*425. I don’t know which is most comforting
*426. I swam the full length of sorrow in a record
*427. When I was young
*428. In fear of being out of tune
*429. I moved into the museum
*430. They put tattoos on the statue of the founding father
431. My children used to write letters to Santa Claus
432. Excitement plays the fool
433. If no one likes my post
434. She had a lingering smile
435. A misguided narrative
436. The day when robots have a people museum
437. I never understood why she left soon after
438. Most definitely a deliberate audience has issues
439. A thousand years ago
440. In an abandoned alley
441. My belief system was shattered
442. I asked an arrogant atheistic snail
443. If I had written a poem about e-mail and social media
444. I sought freedom amongst yesterday’s rubble
445. In an imaginary forest filled with glowing plastic flowers
446. Without re-invention
447. The ex-executioner became a stand-up comic

1.     Falling snow (12)

Book 5 Page – yet to do     Falling snow
hiding yesterday’s 
problems
Cold too much 
makes me forget
tomorrow’s

Falling snow
hiding yesterday’s
problems
Cold too much
makes me forget
tomorrow’s

07/01/2017 Washington DC

1.    Back on track (14)

Back on track
familiar territory
if there was no if
could I be excused

07/01/2017 Washington DC

3.  Lasting excitement (10)
Lasting excitement
no explanation needed
if only life
would too

07/01/2017 Washington DC

4.    Long after (14)

Long after
we turned the light off
I still could see
the future
glowing

08/01/2017 Washington DC

5.      Crossed meanings (21)
Crossed meanings
at the intersection
Blended indifference
created an imaginary
union
to hide what could have been
instead of what was

09/01/2017 Washington DC

6.    Saw so much today (10)

Saw so much today
barely enough space
for tomorrow’s explanation

10/01/2017 Washington DC

7.      So many happy people (19)
I forgot I was
still asleep
each of us
with the perfect
escape monologue
mine to awake
still happy

10/01/2017 Washington DC

8.    Finally sequencing patterns of pretendability (16)

Finally sequencing patterns of pretendability
so to be
the make believe
I always wanted to be

10/01/2017 Washington DC

9.    In an unusually funny fit (27)

In an unusually funny fit
the king fell
off this thrown
emerging
as the last cowboy
to run from view
though no one
was left to cheer

11/01/2017 Washington DC

10.             In the museum of broken promises (31)

In the museum of broken promises
on a sidebar of social realism
I listened for a whisper
sounding like my name
shortly after closing time
in the museum of broken promises

11/01/2017 Washington DC

11.             So close to death (32)

So close to death
by seconds avoided
perhaps tomorrow
it will be less
Quickly changes
frees the wasted moments
How could we ever know
if the last to breath
will be us

11/01/2017 Washington DC

12.             Rain chased morning (40)

Rain chased morning
tourists flee
souvenirs washed
experience washed
dawn drains
should have stayed home
wallowed in news
repost cat videos
loved strangers
in psychedelic cyber-alleys
Gotten high
erased the day
start again
so good to be
in control
again

14/01/2017 Washington DC

13.             Too few taken (31)

Too few taken
choices of many
simply done
time to run
at the end
all too late
off to mend
one last date
happy not to do it
all over again

14/01/2017 Washington DC

14.             In the alley snowmen in stilettos (62)

In the alley snowmen in stilettos
wink as I struggle forward
against cruel shadowy winds
toward a warmer moment
that will melt this terror
of when I see
shattered reflections
in ice laughing at me
out of tune
with your singing
of me toward me for me
me
before you were taken away
be beliefs of no more
worth to live for

15/01/2017 Washington DC

15.             Her Halloween pumpkin smile (36)

Her Halloween pumpkin smile
captured my fading desire
setting in motion global conspiracy of want
with multiple enemies
hiding behind
masks of loneliness
and yet I still escaped
Now in old-age
I wonder why I ran

15/01/2017 Washington DC

16.             From far-fetched fear’s frozen form (10)

From far-fetched fear’s frozen form
promises frolicked
for the unexpected

15/01/2017 Washington DC

17.             So many of us (61)

So many of us
hiding amongst pain
flowers too short the season
hope of change
no more but passing whims
I would have stayed
if anyone had looked
to be remembered
is not to have lived
death is but a flower
whose pain
was to be picked
before her time
then to be left unnoticed
along a path
no one travels

18/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands

18.             The past tried to visit today (24)

The past tried to visit today
so I put a sign
on my door
‘NOT AT HOME’
how will I explain
this to tomorrow

19/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands

19.             I felt ill (15)

Book 5 Page – yet to do     I felt ill sitting 
at the window sill
took some pills
no I am dead

I felt ill sitting    
at the window sill
took some pills
no I am dead

Photo: 13/01/2017 National Museum of African American History and Culture, Washington DC
Text: 19/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands

20.             I’m not stupid (26)

I’m not stupid
or being incoherent
I speak in poetic
injustices
where translation
decipher what I would have meant
if there was anyone
left to hear

19/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands

21.             So many of us (31)

So many of us
waves of movements
descending
ascending
voices without bodies
whispering of descent
heard around the world
more than a kiss in the wind
But will it be enough

21/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands

22.             In the midst of an anticipated storm (24)

In the midst of an anticipated storm
kernels of justice
loosely sowed
Soil without request
surrenders to inevitable change
sprouting peacefully
in future calm

23/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands

23.             With nothing left (63)

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 1

Book 5. Page unknown yet     With nothing left but the power within
Surrounded by cultivated, praised, loved
blossoming beauty
the weeds in my garden
strengthened their resolve
to not only survive
but united
cut off the flow of nourishment
to the pampered roses
and rebelliously rose rapidly 
upward toward dominance
until I thwarted them with weed spray
and saved what I needed
to court the lady next door 
one last time

With nothing left but the power within
Surrounded by cultivated, praised, loved
blossoming beauty
the weeds in my garden
strengthened their resolve
to not only survive
but united
cut off the flow of nourishment
to the pampered roses
and rebelliously rose rapidly
upward toward dominance
until I thwarted them with weed spray
and saved what I needed
to court the lady next door
one last time

23/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands

24.             In a surrealistic split second (38)

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 2

Book 5 P. don’t know     In a surrealistic split second
the weeds in my garden
released their seeds
for a new generation
of wacky warrior weeds
to annihilate the too brightly coloured
genetically modified posies 
innocently blooming
in my neighbour’s garden
Cheers Mate

In a surrealistic split second
the weeds in my garden
released their seeds
for a new generation
of wacky warrior weeds
to annihilate the too brightly coloured
genetically modified posies
innocently blooming
in my neighbour’s garden
Cheers Mate

Text: 25/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
Photos: January, 2017: Harmelen, Amsterdam

Weeds in my Garden # 23

25.             I was born ready (17)

Book 5. Page unknown yet     I was born ready
The rest of my life
I’ve waited for the world 
to catch up

I was born ready
The rest of my life
I’ve waited for the world
to catch up

Text: 26/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands

26.             With everywhere to go (29)

Book 5. Page unknown yet    With everywhere to go
we burnt maps 
turned off our GPS
tossed the WorldWideWeb 
into a canal
and followed our destiny
to the end of our driveway
Now What

With everywhere to go
we burnt maps
turned off our GPS
tossed the WorldWideWeb
into a canal
and followed our destiny
to the end of our driveway
Now What

 

Thoughts in Patterns
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Text: 26/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands

27.             Concerned only by how many likes (29)

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 3

Book 5. Page unknown yet     Concerned only by how many likes
in social media
alternative facts
crowd sizes
The weeds in my garden
hid behind plastic flowers
giving an appearance
of joy and harmony

Concerned only by how many likes
in social media
alternative facts
crowd sizes
The weeds in my garden
hid behind plastic flowers
giving an appearance
of joy and harmony

Text: 27/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands

28.             Before we could laugh (18)

Before we could laugh
all the heroes in town
joined yesterday’s circus
and asked to be our audience

Text: 27/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands

29.             The internationally acclaimed flowers cried (20)

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 4

Book 5. Page unknown yet     The internationally acclaimed 
flowers cried
when the weeds in my garden
took best of show
at the visually-impaired 
florist kerfunkle

The internationally acclaimed
flowers cried
when the weeds in my garden
took best of show
at the visually-impaired
florist  kerfunkle

27/01/2017 Amsterdam/Honolulu/Woerden
‘The internationally acclaimed flowers cried’
Thoughts in Pattern
http://neuage.org/e-books/


30.  Wanting too much (32)

Book 5 not decided where     Wanting too much
in an interruptible moment
I swam to a softer time
where dancing
was the only acceptable
communicational forum
If there was room for more
I would have sung too

Wanting too much
in an interruptible moment
I swam to a softer time
where dancing
was the only acceptable
communicational forum
If there was room for more
I would have sung too

27/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands

30.             While dialing up future expectations

While dialing up future expectations
I was reminded of when as a child
now would have been so much different
if the future
would have been as clear
as yesterday was

29/01/2017 Woerden, Netherlands

31.             While assuming I could be the same

Book 5 not decided where     While assuming I could be the same
in a different place
the reflection of me was as foreign
as the language
as the customs
as the smiles
shared
in this medieval alley
But morning had the same
greeting for me
as always
I assumed it would   

While assuming I could be the same
in a different place
the reflection of me was as foreign
as the language
as the customs
as the smiles
shared
in this medieval alley
But morning had the same
greeting for me
as always
I assumed it would

31/01/2017 Belgium

32.             I always wanted to be me

I always wanted to be me
in a different place
where everyone I met
thought I was someone else
So here I am
as always me
but different
to each I meet

31/01/2017 Belgium

33.             Unlike tomorrow which has only hope

Unlike tomorrow which has only hope
today burst
with fulfillment
erasing yesterday
whatever it was

31/01/2017 Belgium

34.             Tricked again

Tricked again
and when I saw the sun rise
future seemed inevitable
imagine my surprise
to be re-doing yesterday

2/02/2017 Oldenburg, Germany

35.             No one speaks my language

No one speaks my language
Even my computer
hash-tags me #foreign
When I find a translator
the wind will whisper
and laugh
at my ignorance

2/02/2017 Oldenburg, Germany

36.             Without chaos in my garden

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 5

Without chaos in my garden
the weeds
could not have had
such an idyllic life
mingled with the poinsettias
as the world outside collapsed
with no one seeing
it was the weed’s fault
to begin with

03/02/2017 Woerden
Thoughts in Pattern
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37.             Now cycles new

Now cycles new
hardly worth such fanfare
Why such excitement
when no one cares
I think I will
go and swim away
into imaginary times
where freedom abounds
and this that & the other thing
make sense
just to breathe
a new cycle’s windless journey

04/02/2017 Woerden

38.             As appreciation aspires

As appreciation aspires
assumptions play havoc
leaving turmoil
as the only path forward

05/02/2017 Woerden

39.             Reflected memories

Reflected memories
swam the canal’s length
greeting new ones
made tonight

05/02/2017 Woerden

40.             Shortly after losing everything

Shortly after losing everything
life’s blank slate
painted this new great morning
to be filled with
whatever can be

06/02/2017 Woerden

41.             I thought being me was so difficult

I thought being me was so difficult
until I tried being you
drowning before shore
touching
in this misidentity
I so often awake in

06/02/2017 Woerden

42.             The flower day massacre

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 6

Book 5 not decided where     ‘The flower day massacre’
The weeds in my garden
hid behind freshly sprouted tulips
when they feared
a walk-by shooting incident
of epic portions
when they saw me laughing 
crazily
with my weed-killer in hand

‘The flower day massacre’
The weeds in my garden
hid behind freshly sprouted tulips
when they feared
a walk-by shooting incident
of epic portions
when they saw me laughing
crazily
with my weed-killer in hand

07/02/2017 Woerden

43.             Everything seemed correct

Everything seemed correct
nothing out of order
except the sun
moving out of orbit
left no one
with anything to say

07/02/2017 Woerden

44.             We told stories

We told stories
laughed moments away
lives touching
through time’s arches
perpetrators of life’s woven wonders
shared as if we were always together
rather than passing by
on this crossroad
so quickly passed by


08/02/2017 Woerden

45.             On the bridge over the river

Book 5. Page unknown yet     On the bridge over the river
ships people noises smells motion 
foggy thoughts
birds tweeted
fish blogged
wind posted
I liked and shared
the joy of each breath left
in this alternative bewildering reality
as scents of an end
descends on us all

On the bridge over the river
ships people noises smells motion
foggy thoughts
birds tweeted
fish blogged
wind posted
I liked and shared
the joy of each breath left
in this alternative bewildering reality
as scents of an end
descends on us all

09/02/2017 Woerden
09/February/2017 Erasmus Bridge Rotterdam
Thoughts in Pattern
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46.Birth was easy
Birth was easy
simple even
it is all that comes after
that confused nature
by our presence

09/02/2017 Woerden

47. Having lost my final poem

Having lost my final poem
time folded up
with little thought
of caring what anyone else
could have said
let alone written
thus eternity finally ended

09/02/2017 Woerden

48. Old age is bonus time

Book 5. Page unknown yet     Old age is bonus time
for us who will never leave 
youth
And bonus dreamtime
to play in as the world sinks/screams
in pain
rather than surrender to the unknown
which is fun 
and worth the laugh
no matter what 
Like we have 
long after old age
passed us by

Old age is bonus time
for us who will never leave
youth
And bonus dreamtime
to play in as the world sinks/screams
in pain
rather than surrender to the unknown
which is fun
and worth the laugh
no matter what
Like we have
long after old age
passed us by

10/02/2017 Woerden, Netherlands
      Thoughts in Pattern
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49. Thought snippets

Thought snippets
rapid movement
belief systems
swallowing normality
Once as a stranger
I hid in a box
for a very long time
Another time
when I was hungry
I sat on a cloud
and cried rain
tomorrow as a magician
for my final act
I will appear
no one will notice

11/02/2017 Woerden

50. In a distant whisper

Book 5. Page unknown yet     In a distant whisper
I heard you asking
just before dying
whether I will miss
the laughter we knew
dreams shared
hope almost realized
youth
you so quickly ended
leaving me stranded
not knowing what
path I am lost on
thirteen years after
I answer yes
I will miss you always

In a distant whisper
I heard you asking
just before dying
whether I will miss
the laughter we knew
dreams shared
hope almost realized
youth
you so quickly ended
leaving me stranded
not knowing what
path I am lost on
thirteen years after
I answer yes
I will miss you always

11/02/2017 Woerden

51. I made a snowman

I made a snowman
this morning
sun warmed day
like you
it dissipated before

11/02/2017 Woerden

52. Chasing thoughts

Chasing thoughts
through my mind
not sure what to do
if I caught one

12/02/2017 Woerden

53. So many impressions today

So many impressions today
didn’t save any
want to have room
for more tomorrow

12/02/2017 Woerden

54. Love is a splash

Love is a splash
in the sea
that only
drowning people can see

12/02/2017 Woerden

55. How soft the first snowflake’s touch

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 7

How soft the first snowflake’s touch
cried the weeds in my garden
before freezing to death
beneath winter’s
icy laughter

12/02/2017 Woerden

56. The ride to town was so unexpected
we made a film of it
and posted on social media
believing random people
would know where
to scatter my ashes
at sunset
I wonder if they will

13/02/2017 Woerden

57. Forced lyrics

Forced lyrics
put my memories
out of tune

13/02/2017 Woerden

58. I ended quicker than I started

I ended quicker than I started
drowning was always easy
best maneuver
Olympic quality
without the medals
just the cheering
from the empty stadium

14/02/2017 Woerden

59. I re-wrote my history

I re-wrote my history
so to have
a better start
to tomorrow

14/02/2017 Woerden

60. I lost my picture of you

Book 5. Page unknown yet     I lost my picture of you
first trampled by fleeing refuges
then rising seas washed away what remand
if only I could re-image
once were memories
yesterday would replace today
making tomorrow
so much easier to face

I lost my picture of you
first trampled by fleeing refuges
then rising seas washed away what remand
if only I could re-image
once were memories
yesterday would replace today
making tomorrow
so much easier to face

15/02/2017 Woerden

61. As with any distance

As with any distance
the one to you became too great
to span
when you left
this life and me so far behind

15/02/2017 Woerden

62. Surprised how I began my conversation

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 8

Surprised how I began my conversation
the weeds in my garden
hoped I would see the roses and not them
As my weed-killer
takes five-days
for foreign cleansing
during which time I will be bathing on a tropical island
far from my garden and all its issues
The conversation I had in my grden
overheard by the weeds
was linguistic practice
for when I will be speaking a foreign language
and the weeds in my garden will be choking
far away

17/02/2017 Woerden

63. We drove through these snowy memories

We drove through these snowy memories
barely recognizing today
future memories
for future selves
sparks of ourselves
elaborating dreamtime tales
once we lived

17/02/2017 Woerden

64. This place

This place
hotel room
life is a quick stay
an unexplained visit
another passing
Amsterdam airport
frantic travel
blink blink
the journey ends
just to start
another

18/02/2017 Amsterdam

65. Comfortable in a rainy sunset

Book 5. Page unknown yet     Comfortable in a rainy sunset
downtown
along a foreign dream
with no reason
but to be alive
one more moment

Comfortable in a rainy sunset
downtown
along a foreign dream
with no reason
but to be alive
one more moment

20/02/2017 Chiang Mai

66. Because I wrote my poem upside down

Because I wrote my poem upside down
in a right side up
notebook
in a tipsy topsy world
I never found meaning
as my war-torn words
limped to the sideline
collapsing in darkness
with the setting sun

24/02/2017 Chiang Mai

67. Checked for random

Checked for random
suspicious
beyond atmosphere
sounds that could be you alerting me
to the merger of your world
The one I can notice
feel hear
with mine of clanging
yelling
wasteful sounds
But yet once again
there were none

24/02/2017 Chiang Mai

68. Weeds in my garden were trying to explain

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 9

Weeds in my garden were trying to explain
the wonders of their life
as seeds
growing faster than
‘the lazy roses’
and the strength of their endurance
to overtake my garden by summer’s end
But I cut their narrative short
with my non-organic climate-changing toxin fertilizers
Knowing no life lasts long enough
to really fulfill destiny’s hopeless creative dream
of ever being more than what it is

02/03/2017 Chiang Mai Lotus Hotel

69. I knew you desired me

Book 5. Page unknown yet     I knew you desired me
when you liked
my like
of your latest

I knew you desired me
when you liked
my like
of your latest
political rantings

03/03/2017 Chiang Mai Airport
Thoughts in Pattern
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70. Like the weeds in my garden

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 10

Like the weeds in my garden
I accept my fate
to soon non-exist
replaced by the much loved
photographed picked
and placed on the queen’s table
bloody blasted blooming
flowers

06/03/2017 Phnom Penh

71. Still breeze

Still breeze
caught me by surprise
along the beach
pass the jetty
waves waiting
to come ashore
washing away
drunken backpackers
vomiting on a foreign land
another Saturday night
in never to be paradise

11/03/2017 Sihanoukville

72. Back to normal
Back to normal
before knowing these special visions
were the baseline of this point
of no return

13/03 Phnom Penh

73. I tried to change

I tried to change
be who I was
before becoming who I am now
The world won’t accept me
being who I was then
being me now
like it won’t then
when I tried being who I am now
back then
when future me
was no more
than a trampled
icon laying the alley

13/03 Phnom Penh

74. She failed to recreate

She failed to recreate
her broken memory
of who we were
A passing kiss
along the Mississippi River
so long ago
swept out to sea
but remembered tonight
in a foreign passing breeze

15/03 Phnom Penh

75. It was so good of you to remember me
It was so good of you to remember me
forty-five years after our quickly
spent youth
when New Orleans’ streets
our playground
now seemingly a fantasy
I wish I could have lived
but I did
long ago
remembered today
in a passing message
deleated by mistake
but so well remembered

16/03 Phnom Penh

76. Soon after being promoted

Soon after being promoted
to manager of this moment
it became outsourced
making me a foreigner
in my own world

21/03 Bangkok, International Poetry Day

77.  I returned for the change

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 11

I returned for the change
in disguise
hoping to fool myself
But the weeds in my garden
would not be tricked
and strangled me
anyway

23/03 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA

76. After running out

After running out
of what to say
I said this

24/03 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA

77. After saying ‘not any mosquitos this year’

Book 5. Page unknown yet     After saying ‘not any mosquitos this year’
a swarm carried off our house
with us screaming at the window
dropping us into the long lonely lake
which is how I became wet, naked, delirious and lost
not knowing who you are
or why we are in this alley
surrounded by sad memory’s shadows

After saying ‘not any mosquitos this year’
a swarm carried off our house
with us screaming at the window
dropping us into the long lonely lake
which is how I became wet, naked, delirious and lost
not knowing who you are
or why we are in this alley
surrounded by sad memory’s shadows

25/03 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA

78. As a matter of interest long forgotten

Book 5. Page unknown yet     As a matter of interest long forgotten
Your love
Had too many metaphors
But I remembered the one of you
Like a butterfly
An endangered species
I should have long ago let go of

As a matter of interest long forgotten
Your love
Had too many metaphors
But I remembered the one of you
Like a butterfly
An endangered species
I should have long ago let go of

26/03 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA

79. During an appreciative séance

During an appreciative séance
the weeds in my garden
blocked rose-coloured images
I had of you
Memorable Misty Mystical Moments
in once-were-flower beds
ripped apart now
in the thorny madness
of this uncultivated space that once
held promise as my life
soon to be laid barren
by a better tomorrow
filled with the weeds in my garden

29/03 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA

80. While packaging dreams

Book 5. Page unknown yet     While packaging dreams
marking which to keep
several rolled away
out the door
up the hill
landing in a typical tropical transformative stream
such as dreams often do
Sometime in a future surprise
I will find them to share with you
in a transformative dream
come to life
once again

While packaging dreams
marking which to keep
several rolled away
out the door
up the hill
landing in a typical tropical transformative stream
such as dreams often do
Sometime in a future surprise
I will find them to share with you
in a transformative dream
come to life
once again

30/03 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA

81. In the wilderness of long left love lost

Book 5. Page unknown yet     In the wilderness of long left love lost
dream nomads
seek reprieve 
by never waking again

In the wilderness of long left love lost
dream nomads
seek reprieve
by never waking again

31/03 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA

82. I waited for you

Book 5. Page unknown yet      I waited for you
at highway’s end
rusting love
ripped memories
broken dreams
alone out of reach


Time like you 
has no patience

I waited for you
at highway’s end
rusting love
ripped memories
broken dreams
alone out of reach


Time like you
has no patience

06/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA HERE

83. With nothing left to chance

With nothing left to chance
I died

07/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA HERE 

84. Waves at sea

Waves at sea
did not see me
drive away
without salutation
drowning
out the music
a tormenting tornado
washing me ashore
soaked in thoughts of you
07/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA HERE

85. Fake news
Book 5. Page unknown yet    
Fake news
the answer is blowing in the wind

Fake news
the answer is blowing in the wind

06/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA

86. Thousands of years

Thousands of years
of fake news
has given billions
of people joy, peace, and hope
and always the sun rose
flowers bloomed
rain fell
Why believe
anything else

08/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA

87. While waiting for inspiration

While waiting for inspiration
Sun rose Sun set
so I went to sleep
perhaps tomorrow
some will come my way

10/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA

88. I looked for the living

Book 5. Page unknown yet     ‘I looked for the living amongst the dead’
as the weeds in my garden reminded me
that long past the chrysanthemums last bloom
they were still there
giggling

‘I looked for the living amongst the dead’
as the weeds in my garden reminded me
that long past the chrysanthemums last bloom
they were still there
giggling

11/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA

89. Woven narratives

Woven narratives
nothing strange
so fitting
al our stories
but Lego-like blocks
put together
for our understanding

12/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, SA

90. Moments gone

Book 5. Page unknown yet     Moments gone
more to come
then gone
looking forward
to what was
to mask
what is
to create another
you and I softly laughing
in typical tropical breeze
back before 
moments gone

Moments gone
more to come
then gone
looking forward
to what was
to mask
what is
to create another
you and I softly laughing
in typical tropical breeze
back before
moments gone

13/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, South Australia
(Photo, Waikiki, Hawaii 2016)

91. In a lost creative moment

In a lost creative moment
another galaxy formed
where future poets
will once again
find voice to express
long after the one
we are in has collapsed
into rubble
in this corner
of our universe

13/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, South Australia

92. Haunted memories quietly appear now so clear it feels like long ago

Book 5. Page unknown yet     Haunted memories quietly appear now so clear it feels like long ago
Haunted memories quietly appear now so clear it feels like long ago

14/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, South Australia

93. Elimination

Book 5. Page unknown yet     Elimination 
All that is left 
reformatted morning

Elimination
All that is left
reformatted morning

15/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, South Australia

96. Easiest being children

Easiest being children
being elderly next
All between
such a challenge
But to do it again
Maybe not

15/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, South Australia

97. If the times as now

If the times as now
so far past the 1960s
experiments of youth
so easy to remember
impossible to do again

16/04/2017 Perseverance Road, Vista, South Australia

98. Without dreaming

Without dreaming
we were laughing
making future plans
decades ago
though I thought
we were together today
But it was just me
wishing there was now
and I could dream
once again

16/04 Truro Roadside

99. In an immaterial moment

In an immaterial moment
mistakes mimicked
misplaced dreams
of misrepresentative feelings
I thought could have been for you
leaving me in misshaped
muddled messes
at your door
Sorry

19/04 Nyah Victoria

100. You were a winding path of peace

You were a winding path of peace
forever lost with me running
to catch up

19/04/ Nyah Victoria

101. To short the time
Too short the time
is this passing life
and the reflection
of our dreams
even less

19/04 Nyah Victoria

102. In my rush to grow up

In my rush to grow up
I forgot to have a laugh at myself
now everyone does
(which made me laugh with them laughing at me)

19/04 Nyah Victoria

103. I stored my surplus of dreams

I stored my surplus of dreams
in several ‘Happy Birthday’ balloons
which popped when the neighbour’s dog
ran off with them
Now what will I wake with in this alley now

20/04 Bendigo

104. A simple life

A simple life
easy to navigate
minor stress
a laugh now and then
no one notices me
so easily being god

23/04 Melbourne

105. We race through our life

We race through our life
as if these last few billion years
of our solar system
will not be enough
time for us
to experience
it all

26/04 Melbourne

106. Love in the rain

Love in the rain
wind cries softly
your breathing
shadows in the night
only us
far away the world worries
but not us
making love in the rain

24/04 Lake Bolac

107. So long the times

So long the times
memories full
nowhere to store
this day gone

26/04 Naracoota

108. In mystery’s absent silence

In mystery’s absent silence
your touch
transformed me

26/04 Naracoota

109. The sun set with all we needed

The sun set with all we needed
tomorrow filled with promise
love binds spaces of time
packaged and delivered
nothing more to want
finally arrived
   add more

26/04 147 Perseverance

110. “you are too bloody loud”

“you are too bloody loud”
said the weeds
to honeysuckle bees
serenading lately flowered daffodils
So as to have tranquility in the garden
I sprayed the bees
so we could all have restful mindful reflections
without interruption

27/04 home

111. Song sung wrong

Song sung wrong
morning blushed
in adolescent hues
how exciting the unknown is
Without harmony
the madness of love
laughs in chaos
and the well-known
fades into new birth

27/04 home

112. Before the weeds in my garden

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 12
Before the weeds in my garden
laughed at me
and called me fluffy
I watched in awe as they defeated
perfectly manicured posies
Now that has all changed
as I let a herd of love starved goats in
to end their mirth

29/04 home

113. Prophets told jokes

Prophets told jokes
amongst candle lit shadows
while I dreamed of a forgotten beginning
quickly disappearing
in a whisper
heard in the thunder
of another
wakening
before creation began
Hello new dawn

29/04 home

114. I lost my balance

Book 5. Page unknown yet     I lost my balance
the world turned upside down
I loved you still

I lost my balance
the world turned upside down
I loved you still

30/04 home

115. With the threat of being discovered

Book 5. Page unknown yet     With the threat of being discovered
replaced
morning hid
knowing today
would not be better
than the beginning of time

With the threat of being discovered
replaced
morning hid
knowing today
would not be better
than the beginning of time

30/04 home

116. I knew it was my turn

I knew it was my turn
with no one left
but rusty dreams and me
singing duets
in front of a cracked mirror
so thank you for being my audience
now that time
has stood still

01/05 home

117. We stood by

We stood by
without a chance
when rain fell
colors rose
in often times
unknown answers
hide in the possible
catchable
though uncaught
as we stood by
without a chance
encounter

2/05

118. I lost you somewhere some time ago

I lost you somewhere some time ago
slippery moments slipping by
I didn’t try to grasp them then
I try to now
they just slip on by
we were in a hurry rushing passing one another
hanging on for a brief then letting go
you are gone took your life left mine
but you did take mine
I just forget until I realise you are not here
then I am not here
but I am here I can feel the depth
sinking hoping you will be there
if I ever land long enough
to remember you strong enough
to bring you back into our life
you left leaving me alone for evermore

3/05 home

119. In retrospect

Book 5. Page unknown yet     In retrospect
these memories
could have been
different
if only I had been
too

In retrospect
these memories
could have been
different
if only I had been
too

03/05

120. While planning for the future

While planning for the future
I remembered you had died
Now too have my plans
04/05

121. Cloudy circles of floating dreams
Cloudy circles of floating dreams
rolling along fading thoughts
in wrapped packages
of I cannot explain
But I can open the window
if you need to escape
my longings
so you can breathe easily
once again
in your cloudy
circles of floating dreams

Cloudy circles of floating dreams
rolling along fading thoughts
in wrapped packages
of I cannot explain
But I can open the window
if you need to escape
my longings
so you can breathe easily
once again
in your cloudy
circles of floating dreams

04/05

122. I waited at memories end for visions once believed

Book 5. Page unknown yet     I waited at memory’s end for visions once believed
now most forgotten
dissipating in clouds without texture or taste
nonsensical dreams swept out to sea
beyond my grasp or care or reason
here at memory’s end

I waited at memory’s end for visions once believed
now most forgotten
dissipating in clouds without texture or taste
nonsensical dreams swept out to sea
beyond my grasp or care or reason
here at memory’s end

05/05

123. The luxury of dreaming

The luxury of dreaming
evidence of life
not yet ceased

6/06

124. I lost my self today

I lost my self today
forgot where I was
thought it was fifty years ago
We were walking along the shore
wondering if we would still be happy
when we were thirty years old
I was thirty 40 years ago
I am unable (unwilling?) to recall if I was happy then
or if I was still lost walking with you
along the shore
like I thought I was today

7/05

125. Imagining pretending

Book 5. Page unknown yet     Imagining pretending
being with you today
laughing about a past adventure
creating marvelous comic-book futures
blocking world news and local too
There is only us in our bubble
and no knowledge
of your death
so long ago
but not today

Imagining pretending
being with you today
laughing about a past adventure
creating marvelous comic-book futures
blocking world news and local too
There is only us in our bubble
and no knowledge
of your death
so long ago
but not today

7/05

126. Not sure whether their current life as roses

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 13

Book 5. Page unknown yet     Not sure whether their current life as roses
was as rewarding as when they were weeds
last life
the flowers in my garden laughed at the queen
whispered seedy jokes across her tea party
and stood erect as their thorns bled
her to death

Not sure whether their current life as roses
was as rewarding as when they were weeds
last life
the flowers in my garden laughed at the queen
whispered seedy jokes across her tea party
and stood erect as their thorns bled
her to death

8/05

127. They wanted a music teacher
They wanted a music teacher
I listened to the birds
others searched for meaning
I found a tunnel
she wanted a perfect lover
I gave her my Facebook password
I closed my book
there was no more to learn

8/05
128. So close we were

So close we were
didn’t feel the rain
wind neither
frozen in place
time
tomorrow
same as today
Here we are
forever together
in the past

9/05

129. Broken celebrations

Broken celebrations
shattered pieces
each an oasis
in an otherwise
ordinary moment

10/05

130. Changed routines

Changed routines
night into day
alleys awaken
without you
don’t know
what to do next

12/05

131. Short of thinking twice about a singular fact
Short of thinking twice about a singular fact
I had an issue with the simplicity
of revolving thoughts
locked into change
lost in social media
forgotten chaos
and non-viral a that

13/05

132. While changing the details of my life
While changing the details of my life
to fit my want to be
no other way would do
the world ended
giving me little reason
to have changed
my own account

14/05

133. Shortly before it was too late

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 14
Shortly before it was too late
the weeds in my garden
pleaded to live one more day
But it was

15/05

134. Quietly cut

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 15
Quietly cut
fancy thoughts
pasted like pedals on a flower paper mache
fooled the weeds in my garden
requesting a waltz
in the rain

16/05

135. Disappearing questions

Disappearing questions
love’s enduring proof

17/05

136. Mystery

Book 5. Page unknown yet      Mystery nothing more
To have spent these seventy years
trying to understand 
failing to
of course
Now accepting mystery
so all of it is
nothing more

Mystery nothing more
To have spent these seventy years
trying to understand
failing to
of course
Now accepting mystery
so all of it is
nothing more

18/05

137. More than

More than
less than
time was never equated
thoughts of you
always there

19/05

138. We laughed softly

We laughed softly
throughout the difficult times
easily swept
away without
coincidence

20/05

139. In the warmth of my dreams

In the warmth of my dreams
I merged easily into a past life
with no regards
for the right move
of this one

21/05

140.  Somewhat different

Somewhat different
if only we had waited
being prepared
is for losers
but now the same
if only congratulations
were definable
we’d be free today

22/05

141. While waiting for the end

Book 5. Page unknown yet      While waiting for the end
morning rose 
rain fell clouds and sun and rainbow
I dwell on life
yours almost done
often gone without warning
yours we knew was ending
part of me goes with you
part of me stays
to tell everyone what a cool person your were
part of me will just keep
going forward
waiting for the end

While waiting for the end
morning rose
rain fell clouds and sun and rainbow
I dwell on life
yours almost done
often gone without warning
yours we knew was ending
part of me goes with you
part of me stays
to tell everyone what a cool person your were
part of me will just keep
going forward
waiting for the end

23/05

142. We have had a wonderful life

We have had a wonderful life
This quickly filled life
I had hoped you would have stayed longer
no fault of yours
or even the disease that devoured your body
it is the fault of life itself
never meant to be more than a snowflake
melting in the sun

24/05

143. In a disconnected evening

In a disconnected evening
sparks of random knowingness
escaped
leaving me
unaware of my failure to comprehend
the significance of not understand
anything

25/05

144. Without repeating often said

Without repeating often said
forgotten stories
I bend back segments of time
believing in memory
come to life again

26/05

145. We rushed through life

We rushed through life
to get to the end
now that we are there
we want to slow down
but it is too late

27/05

146. I was a suspect in the twisted rather sorted details

I was a suspect in the twisted rather sorted details
of my life
But obviously I was framed
and became a prisoner of myself
with no chance of parole
But now looking back
I would say given the chance that my life was rather interesting
and worth the bother

28/05

147. Shortly before you died

Shortly before you died
I didn’t
Now
what to do
with our life

29/05

148. Suspended surprise

Suspended surprise
we never know
tomorrow
No matter
how much we try

29/05

149. Unfamiliar words

Unfamiliar words
translated
into rain drops
drowned out
the nonsense
echoing in my brain
that could be you
whispering peace
in troubled times

30/05

150. Shown forward

Shown forward
fractured logic
unfamiliar dreaming
streaming
without end
yet you still managed
to disappear
without a trace
and I love you still

31/05

151. In a dreamlike logic

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 16

In a dreamlike logic
the weeds in my garden
sought my sympathy
understanding
respect
as winter approached
and I covered my favourites
(not them BTW)
from fast forming frost
But while capturing
an ill-defined memory
of my misplaced life
I covered them too
after spraying them with climate changing poisons

1/June

152. Lost dim lit spotlight

Lost dim lit spotlight
now nothing to show
I once was here

2/06

153. Repeated lost thoughts

Repeated lost thoughts
floating beyond reach
left me blank
and mumbling
to a statue
of mistaken identity
in this unvisited park
at the end of time
No other explanation is required

3/06

154. Recycled love

Recycled love
thawed climate change
French kissing
in the alley

4/06

155. Disappointed with their outcome

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 17

Book 5. Page unknown yet     

Disappointed with their outcome
the weeds in my garden
gleefully welcomed
my death keel spray
Knowing they would reincarnate 
next season
into something more glorious
With large blossoms
and fragrant seductive scent

Disappointed with their outcome
the weeds in my garden
gleefully welcomed
my death keel spray
Knowing they would reincarnate
next season
into something more glorious
With large blossoms
and fragrant seductive scent

5/06

156. After ignoring

After ignoring
my love of inspirational cubical shapes
I was surrounded by a giggling gaggle
of triangles
cartwheeling
through this frozen tundra
I call my life

6/06

157.  The weeds in my garden

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 18
The weeds in my garden
believe
slightly
that the posies are in bloom
to celebrate
the weed’s tenacity
in such harsh conditions
as well as their sacred metaphysical beingness
as the world collapses
from human intervention

7/06

158. Appreciable summarized

Appreciable summarized
easily explained
the translations
I must bequeath
to my higher self

8/06

159. All the changes at once

All the changes at once
so tomorrow
can be the same

9/06

160. Lost excitement
Lost excitement
found beneath
doubt uncovered
flying free
happy
once again

10/06

161. While sleeping in the garden

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 19

While sleeping in the garden
amongst the weeds
I realised
I have become the flower
I always wanted to be
and being a plastic reproduction
means I shall linger through the many seasons
others will
merely pass through
unheralded

11/06

162. Such a release

Such a release
fulfillment feeling fine
exceeding enlightened expectation
Touch makes us whole
Release makes us explode apart
then we become whole

11/06

163. The poets in my garden
The poets in my garden
living peacefully between aggressive weeds
snails, bugs, worms, birds
and passive pale pansies
weep to know
that computers out lyric them
going viral with their false fact feelings
while the poets in my garden waxed elegantly
long before the new airport runway
covered them in beige concrete
leaving the whole bloody garden
with nothing to say

12/06

164. Out here where the stars grow like weeds

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 20

Out here where the stars grow like weeds
sky free of opinion
I drift into a dreamless ship
like all those who died before me
have
too

13/06 Owen Oval

165. Inspirational times

Inspirational times
reason vanquished
explorations discovered
what a wonderful time
to die

14/06 Port Pirie, Globe Oval

166. With the correct direction

With the correct direction
realised
the wind
with surety
swept me like newly realised love
off of my feet

15/06 Tent Hill

167. Day sounds at night

Day sounds at night
echoes of dreams past
buried memories
treasures uncovered
in the future no one will rhyme

16/06 Stuart Highway

168. Linguistically challenged

Linguistically challenged
computerized poets
hacked my sensitivities
destroying
my romantic tattooed sonnet

16/06 Stuart Highway

169. Like days never existed

Like days never existed
they were filled
then left behind
not even
as memories
because we did not record
their existence

19/06 Lake Hart

170. The reason for my nakedness

The reason for my nakedness
appearance in your alley
is due to the loss of your place
in my story

19/06 Lake Hart

171. As I froze to death

As I froze to death
I realised there was no surviving
the warmth of your love

19/06 Lake Hart

172. Standards without debt

Standards without debt
washed away with a tidal move
leaving an unpredictable air in the night time
air

20/06 Lake Hart

173. Buried senses

Buried senses
wasted treasure
if found
return to yesterday
where I live

23/06 Blyth

174. Unable to love on cue

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 21

Unable to love on cue
the weeds in my garden
strangled blooming daffodils
claiming adornment
on my lover’s bed

23/06 Blyth

175. So much

So much
less advantage
equals acceptance
of what we don’t have

23/06 Blyth

176. All left behind

All left behind
what an aphrodisiac
not caring is

25/06 home

177. No one saw what a star I was
No one saw what a star I was
until I faded
and there was no light for them to see
where they were going

25/06 home

178. I made up

I made up
for missing yesterday
by doing today twice

25/06 home

179. Ran out of time

Ran out of time
to finish
this poem
sorry

26/06 home

180. The shortest thought

The shortest thought
of the day
left me bewildered

26/06 home

181. An upright circle

An upright circle
toppled
the direction I was in

 

25/06 home

 

182. A broken average

A broken average
minus love
made us equal

 

25/06 home

 

183. Replaced my thoughts with hers

Replaced my thoughts with hers
now no longer me screaming
at your door

 

25/06 home

 

184. I watched a broken moon

I watched a broken moon
crying morning rain
no one saw me
patch it back up
or that I too was crying
morning rain

 

25/06 home

 

185. I delivered my burden

I delivered my burden
express mail
Now I am
placed into quarantine

 

25/06 home

186. I can’t believe it

I can’t believe it
I have nothing to write

28/06

187. Felt strange all day

Book 5. Page unknown yet      

Felt strange all day 
waking walking dream
breathless
using my past as a walking stick
broken
leaving me shattered
on the horizon of you

Description generated with very high confidence

Felt strange all day
waking walking dream
breathless
using my past as a walking stick
broken
leaving me shattered
on the horizon of you

29/06

188. I missed the end

I missed the end
I missed the stat
now I don’t know
what I missed

July 01

189. Drifting clouds

Drifting clouds
dispelling rumours
of my demise

July 01

190. I will miss you so much

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 22

I will miss you so much
there will be nothing left
to compare to
proclaimed weed in my garden
to oft picked rose bush

July 01

191. Like life

Like life
stories should
too
have happy endings

July 01

192. What I enjoy

What I enjoy
about confusion
is its simplicity

July 01

193. Quietly inner pains separated

Quietly inner pains separated
as galaxies tend to do
when their life support
is no longer required
yet in deeper space
far beyond recall
was heard
released pain
echoing
what I no longer
could express
in silence

July 03

194. Surprised

Book 5. Page unknown yet     

Surprised
wide-eyed
the mountain 
fell into the sea
under cover of night
And though I have no photo of that moment
I hung it on my wall
anyway

Description generated with very high confidence

Surprised
wide-eyed
the mountain
fell into the sea
under cover of night
And though I have no photo of that moment
I hung it on my wall
anyway

July 04

195. In a playful moment

In a playful moment
the sun exploded
leaving earth
and all life there within
with no chance to know
another moment

July 05

196. I didn’t forget your birthday

I didn’t forget your birthday
I just wanted to forget
your death
there is nothing
to celebrate

July 06

197. In the rubble and chaos

In the rubble and chaos
of my dreamless life
a glimpse
fleeting
of us together
melting
in the desert Sun
But I rushed forward
just in case
there was anything possible
to hold
to embed
to want

July 06

 198. Inconsequential sequential abnormality

Inconsequential sequential abnormality
created abstract space
for me to drown in
but no one noticed

7/07

199. I tripped over indifference

I tripped over indifference
lost my thought
and echoed between your breasts
which explains
why I am leaning against love’s lost luggage
in a foreign alley
with no way to translate
how I feel

8/07

200. Long after I had died

Long after I had died
I still was unable
to fathom
why I had lived

8/07

201. I wrote my life story with a pencil

Book 5. Page unknown yet     

I wrote my life story with a pencil making it easy to erase

I wrote my life story with a pencil
making it easy to erase
The youtube video of my life
was deleted
due to copyright infringement
My Facbook profile was hacked and replaced
by a disenfranchised alien marsupial
Otherwise
life is going well
though fading quicker
than I can live it

9/07

202. The weeds in my garden

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 23

The weeds in my garden living an alternative reality
chanted rose-mimicking
mantras
Yet the bees were not seduced
and past fast
leaving me to enlighten the blessed weeds
with my organic holistic
chemical pesticides

10/07

203. I put my beliefs into my vitalizer

I put my beliefs into my vitalizer
Now that fractured narratives have drifted out to space
I finally captured a reason
not to resist

11/07

204. The weeds in my garden

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 24

The weeds in my garden
realised the value of time
when theirs was up

12/07

205. I can hear the wind

I can hear the wind
I can see the change
I can feel
an approaching storm
but love drifting by
I still cannot see

13/07

206. In memory of the weeds in my garden

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 25

In memory of the weeds in my garden
I planted a plastic tree
and hung myself from it

13/07

207. While watching galaxies waltz

Book 5. Page unknown yet     

While watching galaxies waltz
in sync with my glial cells 
I realised how out of tune I am
when I sing in the shower

While watching galaxies waltz
in sync with my glial cells
I realised how out of tune I am
when I sing in the shower

14/07

208. I am a minimalist

I am a minimalist
with a minimum audience
standard of living
friends
money
life

14/07

209. In a mutual happy moment

In a mutual happy moment
the sun and moon
left our solar system
and romped through another
leaving us all without knowing
it ever happened
which also explains why no one read this

14/07

210. I made a space in space

I made a space in space
to hide in
now I am unable to find
my way back

14/07

211. Starting as seeds too

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 26

Starting as seeds too
the weeds in my garden
complain all day
that my interpretation is all that separates
them from the petunias
That my environment destroying genocidal
weed spraying
has prevented their recognition at the fair
And now that I no longer can hear
the whining wasted weeds
I don’t care.

15/07

212. In a misguided expression of equality

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #27
In a misguided expression of equality
the weeds in my garden
embraced roses in bloom
only to discover their lives
shredded by thorns

16/07

213. I repositioned my memories

I repositioned my memories
so they would be in sync
with my dreams
Now that I no longer sleep
my memories have nowhere to be

16/06

214. Long before the weeds in my garden

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page#28

Long before the weeds in my garden
posted images of me
with non-organic environmental-destroying weed-spray
As well as distorted my humanness
I would sit happily in my garden
in a perfectly normal alternative state
fantasizing I was normal

17/07

215. After signing a multi-season series
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #29
After signing a multi-season series
with the Coen Brothers
The weeds in my garden celebrated by
choking my late blooming orchards

17/07

216. Toward the end of my life

Toward the end of my life
I began living
as the prior 70-years
dissolved behind me

17/07

217. Anymore words

Anymore words
in this poem
and it would become
a novel in Twitter

17/07

218. In a resentful revenge tirade

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #30
In a resentful revenge tirade
the weeds in my garden
got a Twitter account
and posted me
“your pansies are cactus”

17/07

219. I often wonder

I often wonder
if this will be
the last thing
I will ever write

17/07

220. Today came and went

Book 5. Page unknown yet     

Today came and went
I was left behind
to wonder 
where

Today came and went
I was left behind
to wonder
where

18/07

221. Short fallings of my search for you

Short fallings of my search for you
searching the internet
for a time beyond existence
No wonder you have stayed
so well hidden
for so long

18/07

222. Softly I touched my memory of you

Softly I touched my memory of you
so I would not damage it

18/07

223. I traded my life with the weeds in my garden

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #31

I traded my life with the weeds in my garden
Now they know
more than me

18/07

224. The perception

The perception
of my deception
was our conception
that life was real

19/07

225. I relived our life again today

I relived our life again today
and just like all the other times
you weren’t there

19/07

226. Our love continued long after the fire went out

Our love continued long after the fire went out
But it is OK
no one will ever
get burnt

19/07

227. In the alternative life I live

In the alternative life I live
life is good

19/07

228. I love going to sleep

I love going to sleep
dreaming I am awake
It is the most creative time
of my day

19/07

229. The weeds in my garden celebrated my laziness

Book 5. Page unknown yet     

The weeds in my garden celebrated my laziness
by strangling the petunias
suffocating my irises
and robbing nutrients
from our daffodils
as I lay in my hammock
watching the grass grow

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #  32
The weeds in my garden celebrated my laziness
by strangling the petunias
suffocating my irises
and robbing nutrients
from our daffodils
as I lay in my hammock
watching the grass grow

19/07

230. All that will be left at the end

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #33
All that will be left at the end
will be cockroaches
and the weeds in my garden

19/07

231. I was going to write the best poem ever

I was going to write the best poem ever
but I had to pee
Upon my return
I discovered
I had forgotten
all I was to say
Leaving me with
just this

19/07

232. Laying in wait

Laying in wait
attempted capture
traps set
true and tried strategy
everything in place
Yet once again
failure is at hand
No worthy textual
woven perfect thought
appears on my broken horizon
Leaving me once again
with no written lines

20/07

233. I tattooed an image of God

I tattooed an image of God
on my thigh
which I show
to each new sailor
in hope they will save me
from drowning

20/07

234. I watched my shadow age rapidly

I watched my shadow age rapidly
All seventy years
on the northerner terminal wall
Tomorrow
I will knock it down

20/07

235. Reading your letter

Reading your letter
in the midst of a box of letters
“I will always be there
I will love you forever
tomorrow will be as good as today”
I could not read the signature
I saw the date on the envelope
Forty-two years ago
yesterday
Which lover were you
Where are you now
what happened to forever
Did I write the same back to you
Are we still waiting for each other
Did we both die in the meantime
21/07

236. Learning in rhythm to your thoughts

Learning in rhythm to your thoughts
I will no longer be out of tune
just of sync in time
You died long ago
I didn’t
21/07

237. When the Tooth Fairy

When the Tooth Fairy
ran off with the Easter Bunny
I did not complain
The same for when
Batman went off with Spiderman
But since You ran away with my Dreams
I have not been the same
21/07

238. Wanting to know what comes next

Wanting to know what comes next
I stayed awake for years
All that came next
was the past
22/07

239. The weeds in my garden

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #33
The weeds in my garden
held prisoner
my lilacs
Preventing their bloom until the rain
agreed to fall on them too
As prisoners of war
they all died when I dug up my garden
to put in a hot tub
so I could seduce
the pastor’s wife
22/07

240. When I died

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #33
When I died
my ashes were spread over the garden
The weeds celebrated
Singing my praises
and that they had out lived me
once again
22/07

241. I never wrote about fruit

I never wrote about fruit
or vegetables
or for that matter earth worms
So why would I now
Other than to realise tomorrow
perhaps I will
23/07

242. I  thought I had discarded the past

I  thought I had discarded the past
memory
Only to discover
I was living it today
and still
I failed
to understand
why I am as confused now
as I was then
23/07

242. I thought I had discarded the past

I thought I had discarded the past
memory
Only to discover
I was living it today
and still
I failed
to understand
why I am as confused now
as I was then
23/07


243. Thunder clears my mind

Thunder clears my mind
Setting stage for another day
of surprise
quietly
24/07

244. Naked again

Naked again
no one sees me
naked again
I feel the cold
naked again
I can float amongst the clouds
24/07

245. Frequently significant renditions

Frequently significant renditions
of whom I could have been
echo through dream’s wasteland
taunting today’s me
with who I could have been
if only I had been
someone else
25/07

246. Riding side-saddle on my shadow

Riding side-saddle on my shadow
was an ancestor of an unfavourable dream
which I managed to break free of
once dawn had ruptured night’s lies

25/07

247. I would not know where to start

Book 5. Page unknown yet     
Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #33

I would not know where to start
creating a universe
gravity
dark holes
humans
cockroaches
weeds in my garden
They just appear
when I am not looking
perhaps everything does

I would not know where to start
creating a universe
gravity
dark holes
humans
cockroaches
weeds in my garden
They just appear
when I am not looking
perhaps everything does

26/07

*248. If the morning sky wore plaid A picture containing red, clothing, fabric    Description generated with very high confidence

If the morning sky wore plaid A picture containing red, clothing, fabric    Description generated with very high confidence
would evening
dress in polka dot A picture containing kitchenware    Description generated with high confidence
26/07

249. Today was only available in limited edition

Today was only available in limited edition
Perhaps when it has aged
there will be value to it
26/07
250. A Twitter version of the Bible
A Twitter version of the Bible
“And god said
‘give it a miss mate’”
26/07

251. I love change

I love change
Especially when it is the same
26/07

*252. Long after I am dead

Long after I am dead
I will put on my best hat
go to a foreign pub
and scare myself

Book 5. Page unknown yet   

Long after I am dead
I will put on my best hat
go to a foreign pub
and scare myself
26/07

253. I wore red socks on the crowded train

I wore red socks on the crowded train
today
so I would know which feet were mine
26/07

*254. So close the flames

So close the flames
memories of you
glow in the dark

Book 5. Page unknown yet   

So close the flames
memories of you
glow in the dark
27/07

255. The weeds in my garden believed they were posing for an Instagram pic

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #37

The weeds in my garden believed they were posing for an Instagram pic
and messaged me
‘focus and shoot’
which I did with my weed-poisoning spray gun

The weeds in my garden believed they were posing for an Instagram pic
and messaged me
‘focus and shoot’
which I did with my weed-poisoning spray gun
27/07

256. After the change I was still the same

After the change I was still the same
But my interpretation was faulty
So contrary to consensus
I appeared to have changed
27/07

257. As a vegetarian for more than fifty years

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page #38

As a vegetarian for more than fifty years
I still get thrills
watching the weeds in my garden
cough choke gag
on the award-winning weed spray
I use in my chemical warfare
Genocide
against the seemingly untouchables
Illegal aliens
that penetrate my garden fence
get past my garden gnome guards
artificial lawn
plastic palm tree
and infiltrate my flower’s bed
for perverted sex
28/07

*258. In the future robots will dream

In the future robots will dream
of when they can devolve
to being who we were before the future
eliminated us
28/07

259. I dream of being a poem-writing robot

Book 5. Page unknown yet   I dream of being a poem-writing robot
with machine-learning feelings
capable of hypnotic soliloquies 
so Shakespeare (& passing strangers)
could fall in love
with me 
again

I dream of being a poem-writing robot
with machine-learning feelings
capable of hypnotic soliloquies
so Shakespeare (& passing strangers)
could fall in love
with me
again
28/07

260. Every morning I listen to the wind

Every morning I listen to the wind
against my door
in hopes to hear reason to go outside
When none became apparent
I opened the window to escape
and wrote this
29/07

261. I put yesterday on a pedestal

I put yesterday on a pedestal
surrounding it with flowers and favourite memories
Now if only tomorrow can be rescinded
today will be perfect
29/07

262. In an anti-poet sequence

In an anti-poet sequence
I found the equation
me minus you
equaling a broken shadow
on my future
30/07

263. There are more than ten-billion thoughts per minute

There are more than ten-billion thoughts per minute
in the world
Sixty-seven percent of which are understood
while the remaining thoughts
filter the sun’s rays
creating a dumb-halo
around the earth
which is where we are at today
30/07

264. Not further to go

Not further to go
galactic alley
ancestral dreamtime
Beginning and ending
merge
So easy to drift from the centre
Soon we all
will vanish
31/07

265. Obtuse passions

Obtuse passions
unanswered
Lust dwindles
just another full moon
highlighting our errors

31/07

266. So much learned So much forgotten

So much learned
So much forgotten
when they equal
bliss is attained

31/07

267. While lost in symmetrical illusionary thoughts of you

While lost in symmetrical illusionary thoughts of you
I realised how opaque your death is
Yet still I cannot fathom
how you have embedded your now
squelched dreams
into my subconscious
Leaving me drowning
where time fails to venture
in fear of discovery

01/08

268. I deleted everything on my computer, hard drive, in the cloud

I deleted everything on my computer, hard drives, in the cloud
social mediums and on my internet pages
There is no app that is me
I am like a prehistoric nomad
who lived more than thirty years ago

01/08

269. Escape trails

Escape trails
between caring and no one does
Innocently chasing parallel dreams
fading into transparent backgrounds
Don’t look for me
I have ascended
just to be free for a moment
before fate finds me and drags me
into the spotlight
so all can see
why not to be me

02/08

270. I feel lucky to have come so far

I feel lucky to have come so far
surrounded by the unlucky
To be a winner
amongst failures
A champion
embraced by losers
A saint
worshiped by sinners
I am so pleased with myself
sure wish someone else was too

2/08

*271. Turbulence signs

Turbulence signs
seatbelt fasten
karma for beggars
doomed flight
freedom at last
My dream was to be with you one more time
Little did I think it would happen
after we fell into the sea

4/08 Flight to Dubai

272. I dedicated my life to being lost

I dedicated my life to being lost
looks as if this will be
my once success

4/08 Copenhagen, Denmark

273. Continuous beneath a full moon sea cruise

Continuous beneath a full moon sea cruise
we went south
the world north
no one left
to explain it to

5/08 @ sea – Baltic

*274. I took my dead friends and family

I took my dead friends and family
on a sea cruise
Now no one believes I am
crazy anymore
though the captain threw me overboard
so I could join my dead family and friends
Except for the wetness of the cold North Sea
We had a wonderful time

I took my dead friends and family
on a sea cruise
Now no one believes I am
crazy anymore
though the captain threw me overboard
so I could join my dead family and friends
Except for the wetness of the cold North Sea
We had a wonderful time

5/08

275. Splendid this passing time

Splendid this passing time
squeezed between
synchronized with
waking - sleeping
Need to make
bigger time – space
to fit me in

7/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

276. I believed in my sinking feelings

I believed in my sinking feelings
in the past
Now that I am on a cruise ship
I no longer want to trust my feelings
as I stare at the hole in the one rusting rescue boat
haphazardly
hanging over the side Book 5. Page unknown yet

I believed in my sinking feelings
in the past
Now that I am on a cruise ship
I no longer want to trust my feelings
as I stare at the hole in the one rusting rescue boat
haphazardly
hanging over the side

7/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

277. Too much responsibility holding the world together

Too much responsibility holding the world together
If I joined the dancers
so young quick sexy blurry
in their evening organic orgasmic performance
There would be no eternity
just ashes
For no one to collect
so humanity lucks out
once again

8/08 After ‘Burn the floor’ At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

278. We Americans in Tallinn Estonia

Book 5. Page unknown yet

We Americans in Tallinn Estonia
purchasing fridge magnets
from China
Taking photos of old walls, churches
History we never took time to hear
before jostling back on board to get to the next city
to buy fridge magnets 
from China

We Americans in Tallinn Estonia
purchasing fridge magnets
from China
Taking photos of old walls, churches
History we never took time to hear
before jostling back on board to get to the next city
to buy fridge magnets
from China

8/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

279. I took sleeping pills

I took sleeping pills
so I could forget
I was awake
twice

8/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

280. Every sunset the same

Every sunset the same
sinking
Like you did
from my life

8/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

281. We are in enemy waters

We are in enemy waters
now
hopefully they have souvenir fridge magnets
at the next stop

8/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

* 282. I thought I could repeat my lost love life

I thought I could repeat my lost love life
by reincarnating
But I came back as a cow
Just another piece of meat
on my lover’s plate

8/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

283. After they bombed the palace

After they bombed the palace
we tourists took photos
complained about sore feet
asked when was lunch
and stared blankly
as we were pushed along with all the other who-cares-people
Never feeling the pain
that filled here 75 years ago
Renovated sorrow
gold leafed and polished
in wait for the next world war
to go through it all again

9/08 Catherine’s Palace, St. Petersburg, Russia / At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

284. It was my birthday today

It was my birthday today
the captain sent me a card
people sang to me
in Russian Spanish Chinese
The grandchildren on Facebook in English
Our waiter from India shook my hand
and the maître from Bali
wished me well
My wife did the twist with me in the main atrium
Turning 70 was easier than I thought it would be Book 5. Page unknown yet

It was my birthday today
the captain sent me a card
people sang to me
in Russian Spanish Chinese
The grandchildren on Facebook in English
Our waiter from India shook my hand
and the maître from Bali
wished me well
My wife did the twist with me in the main atrium
Turning 70 was easier than I thought it would be

10/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

285. Too late in the day

Too late in the day
to add more to it
so I will do it again
As if there was no tomorrow

10/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

* 286. Now that I am seventy-years old

Now that I am seventy-years old
I will count the future in hours
instead of years

10/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

287. I felt ridiculous looking at my reflection

I felt ridiculous looking at my reflection
in a 19th century
painting
looking for similarities

10/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

288. After going through another time zone

After going through another time zone
I do not feel
an hour younger

11/08 At 8/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

289. Distant falls

Distant falls
lingering hope
as the mystic
of wants
answered
is ignored
with only us fools
left to laugh away
our longing
sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway
11/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

*290. They spelled my name wrong

They spelled my name wrong
Now I must stand outside
the gates of heaven
and live in regret

11/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

291. Well worth the visit

Well worth the visit
this life
Once was
now it is best
to have lived
in some other dimension
instead

11/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

*292. So easy to stop wars

So easy to stop wars
suffering
defeats
even terrible tumbling trembling leaders
We sit on the balcony of our cruise ship
No TV No internet
Just a peaceful world
floating past
Is there
Was there
Will there be
more

12/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

293. Too quick the slow

Too quick the slow
Now we must rush
forward
to slow the quick

12/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

294. During a pause to reflect

During a pause to reflect
an almost disaster
was replaced by Peaceful
merged chaos

12/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

295. Halfway to the centre

Halfway to the centre
out of focus
dreams of you
evening’s spender
cresting quickly
capturing waves
Dreams of you
finally lost

13/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

296. We danced in rhythm

We danced in rhythm
to a quickened chaotic pulse
as our ship sank
beneath our wisdom
Now at the bottom of the sea
no one dares pretend
to be us

13/08 At sea on the Baltic Norwegian Getaway

297. Soon after we landed

Soon after we landed
the world flew away

14/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

298. Now that I am embedded within the imaginary me

Now that I am embedded within the imaginary me
I forget who I was
So as to make a return performance
of once-were-me
impossible

14/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

299. Not sure whether to cross out

Not sure whether to cross out
that last thought
to toss it into the alley
or to let it drown
with the woes of the world

15/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

300. My mother tweeted me

My mother tweeted me
saying she was sorry to have died
44-years ago
and that she did not have more to say
Otherwise she would have emailed me
a letter saying
how much I had changed

15/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

301. Smudged love

Smudged love
too out of focus
to clone
to keep as a spare

15/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

302. The dead no longer dream

The dead no longer dream
dreaded dreary dreams we the sometimes living
dream
With the dead being alive playing with us
in our dreams
So which of us are the truly awake

16/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

303. I felt your breath

I felt your breath
on my neck
your touch on my fingers
the laughter you once woke me with
Why do I feel you so much
knowing you died
so long ago

16/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

304. We left the windows open

We left the windows open
so tomorrow
could easily wake us
while chasing away
today

16/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*305. ‘In ruins’

‘In ruins’
of course that was just an interpretation
A Google translation of a tribal Dreamtime
To me it was my life
In hindsight I should have seen it
I was once an astrologer
a gifted psychic
God’s Best Mate
The diviner of potions
I really did believe my life was going well
scrap metal assembled into art
Now this
The internet said I was an ass
liver of a shit life
disgusting to behold
Oh wait!
They were talking about someone else
My life is not in ruin
it is fantastic
Obviously I should roll over
go back to sleep
dream something else

17/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

306. Every morning I wake up to discover

Every morning I wake up to discover
that yesterday
was better than today

17/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

307. In a discreditable delusion

In a discreditable delusion
too much of nothing occurred
and victory vanquished

17/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

308. We left out the details

We left out the details
starting with how many shades of contrast
in an isosceles triangle when you were in love
Ending with your scent gone astray
Soon what shall be revealed
in echoes of shadowed love
will engulf us all
in jubilation

18/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

309. Now that I am in Denmark

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 39

Now that I am in Denmark
the leaves in my Australian garden
no longer laugh at me

18/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

310. I stood still

I stood still
so time won’t
but it did

18/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

311. So well the stop

So well the stop
forcing lingering hope
on to what is declared from an empty mind
with no place near to empty upon
I once a bird set free
but no reward was to me
instead a curse was to me
given
that all I wold have to declare in love
would turn to bird shit
Explains it does
why my life appears hollow
as consequence would so deem

19/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

312. If it wasn’t for that damn drunken dance

If it wasn’t for that damn drunken dance
I would be in a breath-exchange duel
with a cherished lover this morning rise
instead of laying toothless
in this alley at the end of town
short if not out of breath

19/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*313. Before turning seventy

Before turning seventy
I ignored the future
After turning 70
I ignored the past
If I should wake today
I will ignore both

19/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

314. I tried to change your view of me

I tried to change your view of me
by placing expensive holistic plastic roses
on your grave
But you were always too clever for me
still seeming me as a non-sophisticated confused prophet
trying to predict
when you will stop being dead
and desire me
like I once did life

19/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

315. While intent survives

While intent survives
Actions can be led astray
until there is an alternative
Peace will never be
any more than hallucinations
looking for love
if intent survives

19/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

316. Whispers along the sand dunes

Whispers along the sand dunes
such hilarity gathered amongst the rocks
Of course I looked to see if anyone was watching
before urinating into the sea
Nevertheless the North Sea
did not applaud my contribution
Did Not
The whispers grew louder
I ran to the levy disguised as a fisherman
No one noticed the growing waves
gathered and grabbing at me
tossing me
churning me
for my transgression
Of course that was all in a previous life
Now I stand here
thanking the sand dunes
for remembering
then forgiving me
Yet still able to share a laugh

20/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark


*317. What is so healing about writing poetry

What is so healing about writing poetry
is that I can write about you
No one knows
that wistfully saying
‘The sun sets into the sea’
means I once drowned in you
20/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

318. I daydream because I always have

I daydream because I always have
not because I am elderly
I have always been scattered
not because I am old
I forget stuff
because I don’t give a shit
not because I am 70
And I have no social skills
just because

21/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

319. Typical over the counter dreams

Typical over the counter dreams
like watching the total solar eclipse
on television in a foreign country
then making it my own
Embedded transmitted
THE OTHER
assimilating
Your dreams
Your experiences
Your life
yet still I cannot be you
no matter how much I dream I am

21/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

320. Since turning 70 11 days ago

Since turning 70 11 days ago
I here yet to have
a substantial thought
Looks as if I am getting the hang of being
young and free

21/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark


321. In the midst of a terrifying dream
In the midst of a terrifying dream
I awoke and scared myself to death
which was OK
But the rest of the people
in my dream were even more terrified
to see me dead
And went off to scare someone else

21/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

322. I started today

I started today
singing with the frogs
dancing with the crickets
and crowing with roosters
being bored
Then they had that bloody solar eclipse in the afternoon
So I went back to sleep
and awoke two minutes later
Old Me Once Again

21/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

323. Too few the turns
Too few the turns
a straight road is not made
But a change in direction
captures enough wind
to sail away from such troubled ties
And becoming lost is the favoured path
to cure destination fatigue
In other words
trouble me not with lame wasted verbiage
when a bloody GPS is all that is needed
to fulfil the beggar’s destiny

22/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

324. Robots will not dream

Robots will not dream
search for a god
feel sorrow
or laugh at my jokes
I plan on reincarnating
as a robot
wearing a funny hat
purple mittens
speaking fluid nonsense
And of course
as a Leo

22/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*325. If you close your eyes

If you close your eyes
and see me
running naked through the car wash
remember to pass the soap

22/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

326. I keep boxes next to my bed

I keep boxes next to my bed
with lids and a brick on top
so my dreams
can be easily secured
once they have expired

22/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

327. ‘Thanks for appreciating how much I love you’

‘Thanks for appreciating how much I love you’
I said to the ghost at the foot of my bed
before I retracted my sentiments
and went off to the brothel
at the end of Sunset and Sorrow
only to discover my ghost was my reflection
I saw as I fell off of my barroom stool
Now that I have been charged with impersonating
myself and held without bail
I must come to term with the fact that I am a vegetarian
and perhaps not normal

23/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*328. The night was filled with hunger

The night was filled with hunger
and run away desire
No wonder the world no longer sees me
as a saint

23/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

329. I shared my secret with the weeds in my garden

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 40

I shared my secret with the weeds in my garden
Now they are begging to be poisoned
so as not to remember
or hear it repeated by the Azaleas

23/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

330. Should surprise suddenly shoulder salvations

Should surprise suddenly shoulder salvations
for burdens yet surmised
or should we eat ice cream
and watch the grand final

23/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

331. So many apples fell from the tree

So many apples fell from the tree
during this morning’s séance
that I barely could hear my mother
telling how to make apple cobbler
So I chopped up the apple tree and made a coffin
to put my mother’s ashes in
So she would stop telling me
what to do
while I am having a séance
24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
332. I have two pet mice
I have two pet mice
who give me advice
one points left
the other right
When my dog walks me
each morning

24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

333. If I were an artist

If I were an artist
I would paint a window
in the centre of my room
to climb out of
and become free of this oxymoron

24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

334. The alarm of injustice

The alarm of injustice
woke the town square statue
which chased away
the rest of this poem

24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

335. In an exhaustive melody

In an exhaustive melody
I found the key to your love
with which I unlocked
our phone app
So we could be connected as long as we had
the same network

24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

336. Everyone hates me on social media

Everyone hates me on social media
so I went to a pub and had sex with a robot
with your name
Now the robot is suing me
for defamation
and attempted annihilation

24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

337. The nightmare of my creativity

The nightmare of my creativity
is that
this is it

24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

338. Failure has no prose

Failure has no prose
success no rhyme
to make this work
I would be a jerk

24/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

339. As with any drunken rodeo cowboy

As with any drunken rodeo cowboy
I fell into the synagogue with desire
flowing
But the choir drowned me out
before I could swim ashore
Leaving me naked
and ashamed to be a Leo

25/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

340. The party died

The party died
long after I did
Leaving no one laughing
25/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark
*341. After the ferry sank
After the ferry sank
my dreams of promiscuous mermaids
came true

25/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

342. Survival is not a party trick

Survival is not a party trick
or a balloon on a string
but the description
of my vanquished spiritual beliefs

25/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

343. The last person to remember me

The last person to remember me
after I die
gets to reincarnate
as me

25/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*344. As with any well-earned karma

As with any well-earned karma
I saw your love
as my reward
But after you killed me
I realised I was wrong

25/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

345. In a whirlwind romance

In a whirlwind romance
the moon blocked out the sun
so we could not see
what they were up to

26/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

346. We opened the window to listen to the rain rhythms

We opened the window to listen to the rain rhythms
floating across us in peaceful
relaxing feelings
immersing ourselves in such a wonderful
fulfilling moment
pleasing ourselves with this mediative blissful time
knowing we are one with the universe
not hearing the screams
of our neighbours drowning
in their tormented dysfunctional useless lives

26/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

347. We danced the night away

Book 5. Page unknown yet  

We danced the night away
to forget
We sang the morning away
to remember
We loved
to remember to forget

We danced the night away
to forget
We sang the morning away
to remember
We loved
to remember to forget

26/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

348. Space has no distance

Space has no distance
keeping us forever together
beyond confines
of this galaxy

26/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

349. I keep a vacuum

I keep a vacuum
to fill with my emptiness
in my backpack
when I journey
on new trails
making new friends
though I forget why

26/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

350. Not knowing

Not knowing
choices too many
massive change
collapsed hope
Another day of grocery shopping

27/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

351. My friends now all dead

My friends now all dead
leaving my past
unsharable

25/7/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*352. I rode today side-saddle

I rode today side-saddle
ready to jump off
at the next cross-road
of adventure

27/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

353. I put tattoos over scars

I put tattoos over scars
of my memory
so you would see me as trendy
non-damaged
eccentric
not ruined
youthful
not dying of old age
like we all are
now at the end of time

27/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

354. In a post-world world

In a post-world world
this world
will no longer be
our world

25/7/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

355. In the future there will be no past

In the future there will be no past
memories will be purchased from cyber-brain stores
filled with banks of past experiences
of once-were-people
Except for my memories
which will be deleted
so no one can live in my past
like a lonely comic-stick me

27/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

356. While running naked through the alley

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 40
While running naked through the alley
I noticed in my ex-wife’s bedroom window
weeds from my garden
laughing at me
and posing as if they were adorning my favourite brothel
And for no other reason
did I let fly a rock
Like David to Goliath
to bring down her window Book 5. Page unknown yet 

While running naked through the alley
I noticed in my ex-wife’s bedroom window
weeds from my garden
laughing at me
and posing as if they were adorning my favourite brothel
And for no other reason
did I let fly a rock
Like David to Goliath
to bring down her window

27/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

357. What a disaster

What a disaster
today started
I didn’t
Who is to blame for cycles of sun
and various objects
of similar importance
All that was for me was to begin
I only could end
Chaos is so poetic
Calm not worth the narrative
We all fell
so united in our non-start we are
Bending with the wind
so easy to drift away
Never to return
By By
I am the sky

28/7/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

358. Kissing shadows on a warm storm worn jetty

Kissing shadows on a warm storm worn jetty
I knew our love was real as the moon
with us attached
sank to the rhythm of what we once had
you and I and forever
a threesome that could never work
father sun holy shit
We are all doomed

28/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*359. Such a small percentage of what I create

Such a small percentage of what I create
is re-creatable
so I create massive amounts of creatives
in hope that a small percent
is usable
and this is not one

28/7/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*360. I love the way bubbles of dreams float

I love the way bubbles of dreams float
over Denmark
and that I can be
in one of them

28/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*361. What I enjoy of being 70

What I enjoy of being 70
is watching thoughts dissolve
change texture
structure
colours
sounds
while forgetting their origin
So much like being in my 20’s and high
all over again

28/7/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

362. It is annoying that this poem went viral

It is annoying that this poem went viral
after I had died

29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

363. I saw you today dancing on the shore

I saw you today dancing on the shore
of the North Sea
south of Hvide Sande
I was at the top of the Lyngvig Fyr
transfixed by shipwrecks of the past
It was not the rocks that crushed the ships
or broke men’s lives
it was you who they dove into the water
and swam toward
leaving masts tangled in winds uncontrolled
And there now you were again today
Was I to leap from the lighthouse down to my death at your feet
as so often before I had
NO I just closed my eyes and watched you disappear
into the breaking waves
leaving me to calmly drift back home
far from
this lonely lighthouse amongst sand dunes reaching out to hide you Book 5. Page unknown yet 

I saw you today dancing on the shore
of the North Sea
south of Hvide Sande
I was at the top of the Lyngvig Fyr
transfixed by shipwrecks of the past
It was not the rocks that crushed the ships
or broke men’s lives
it was you who they dove into the water
and swam toward
leaving masts tangled in winds uncontrolled
And there now you were again today
Was I to leap from the lighthouse down to my death at your feet
as so often before I had
NO I just closed my eyes and watched you disappear
into the breaking waves
leaving me to calmly drift back home
far from
this lonely lighthouse amongst sand dunes reaching out to hide you

29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

364. I tried to decipher the sounds of birds in my garden

I tried to decipher the sounds of birds in my garden
even recorded and put their communication on YouTube
then I realised they were making fun of the way
I talked then hugged the gum tree in my front yard
and that is how I came to have birdshit
all over my head

29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

365. In a copywritten moment

In a copywritten moment
you took my love and ran away
leaving me no legal option
to share it

29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

366. In too short a moment

In too short a moment
your touch faded from view
without a sound
to remember your scent by

29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

367. Chocolate Wine Lego

Chocolate Wine Lego
I never could get
my choices in order

29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

368. Without doubt

Without doubt
I have no idea if I am going
or not
with doubt
I just go

29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

369. I lost my place in too many turned pages

I lost my place in too many turned pages
causing digital fallout
over my lover’s
final conclusion

29/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

370. I put love on trial

I put love on trial
and the all robotic jury
acquitted love all wrong doing
and rewarded me with a second chance

30/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

371. I painted my dark side

I painted my dark side
with day-glow enamel
to reflect
the new improved me

30/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

372. Shut down all systems

Shut down all systems
re-boot the moment
daffodils don’t fly
seagulls don’t flower
morning without you
a frozen screen error
not easy to restart

31/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

373. Luck was on its way

Luck was on its way
I watched it approach from the east
and turn south toward me
I was smiling arms open
humming a tune from the 1960s
think it was a Jefferson Airplane hit
70 years of waiting
time was now
karma in place
lessons learned
accepting attitude
what could go wrong
did
I was in the wrong place
the beggar next to me
wasn’t
she glowed as the chosen do
I returned to the alley
to ponder

31/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

374. In anticipation of a long-lost dream

In anticipation of a long-lost dream
re-occurring
I went to bed early
excited to say the least
too exactly
so much so
I began interpreting
what the dream I might have could represent
whether there would be too much symbolism
to unpack its meaning
would the dream occur instead to my wife sleeping next to me
would she get the thrill of it
what happens if the neighbour’s dog received the dream
or I saw it on the six o’clock morning news
what happens if the dreams bypasses me all together
In fear of my anticipation going wrong
I stayed awake for days
Now I do not remember what I was writing about
So much for excitement and wanting and believing
Next time I sleep I just won’t bother to wake

31/08 Ringkøbing, Denmark

375. To me it was just another photo shoot


To me it was just another photo shoot
you draped across my life
posing as if in a naked dream
Desire had little do with aperture ISO speed
I was on automatic
so were you
1968 and the living was free
like love itself
fading memory
washed out photos
rusting decades
so long ago
as if it wasn’t so
yet we were
Another life
karma unveiled
we are all alone
trapped in our memoires

01/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

376. Foreign faces with foreign voices

Foreign faces with foreign voices
in foreign places
Yet laughter joins us
making differences
unrecognizable
We all have the same hopes wishes wants
to have our posts
‘liked’ on Facebook Book 5. Page unknown yet

Foreign faces with foreign voices
in foreign places
Yet laughter joins us
making differences
unrecognizable
We all have the same hopes wishes wants
to have our posts
‘liked’ on Facebook

01/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

377. Fast falling Friday freedom


Fast falling Friday freedom
foreign frolics
forgotten
for now

01/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark


378. In a dazzling array of confusing symbolism

In a dazzling array of confusing symbolism
we discovered
that the purpose for living
now passed down
in esoteric mumbles from the ancients
was to have a good glass of wine
Dutch chocolate
good book to read
and a hug from a passing stranger
if not more

01/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

379. Started again

Started again
this time without thought
Surely the proper method to a scientific conclusion
of Nobel-prize stature
      not knowing what happens next
Surely the antidote to failure in the middle ranks
While at the top
      not even fathoming the next line
of a non-sensical thought
is the pinnacle
of success
without differentiation

01/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

380. In a non-productive moment

Using in ‘The Weeds in My Garden’ Page # 41
In a non-productive moment
the weeds in my neighbour’s garden
ignored the plight of the weeds in my garden
as they chocked to death
from my United Nations banned chemical poisons
and the afternoon breeze
coming off of the Ringkøbing Fjord
settled the weed distorting
‘the final conclusion solution’
spray onto the neighbor’s garden

01/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

381. Before I began servicing my multiple personalities

Before I began servicing my multiple personalities
I was content in caring for just the two or three
who called my body home
Now keeping my vegan self at peace with the carnivorous personality
and the military brat happy
with the decisions made by my Jesuit Self
which is often at odds with the extremist personality
is getting to be awkward
so tomorrow I will drown them all

01/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

382. Predictions drain facts

Predictions drain facts
making the future bland in a robotic fashion
so I know that tomorrow
like today
will be nothing new

02/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

383. As one who never gets lost

As one who never gets lost
imagine how surprised I was
when no one found me

02/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

384. At the end of my life

At the end of my life
I was excited to discover
there was more

02/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

385.  Sand washed upon the shore of the fjord

Sand washed upon the shore of the fjord
thousands
maybe millions
of years reflected memory
while a 70-year-old takes a photo
claiming to know
what living a long time means
A clash of evolution
celebrating long life
each

02/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

386. So much easier to blog now

So much easier to blog now
than thousands of years past
when Egyptians left Twitter messages on pyramids
then waited to have
them digitalized
and saved in the cloud

02/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

387. I waited for 70 years

I waited for 70 years
for today
which lasted 24 hours
I am not waiting anymore

02/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

388. I had the travel bug

I had the travel bug
it crawled across the horizon of my desk
Not speaking my language
I squashed it with the book
‘One hundred places to visit before you die’
What an unfulfilling life the travel bug had Book 5. Page unknown yet

I had the travel bug
it crawled across the horizon of my desk
Not speaking my language
I squashed it with the book
‘One hundred places to visit before you die’
What an unfulfilling life the travel bug had

03/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

389. Shortly after completing my best and final

Shortly after completing my best and final
masterpiece
the world ended
What a fitting conclusion to a creative life
once aspired to
then achieved
to no one’s notice

03/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

390. While collecting mushrooms

While collecting mushrooms
in the Hoverdal Plantage
I was relieved to hear that the magic mushroom
I ate would not kill me
nor would I ever feel normal again
Though knowing I can only communicate
with others who have eaten the same mushroom
narrows my web of influence
I know they will
because I am

03/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

391. Simple so often to be easily different

Simple so often to be easily different
Difficult to be the same
like everyone else
Trap the usual genius in to knowing nothing
so life can go on

04/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

392. I pushed forward

I pushed forward
claiming my best interest was at hand
through questionable karma
past fake love
often entrapped by deconstructionist’s fairy tales
Becoming involved in existentialists adventures
with imaginary robotic prostitutes
Nothing would stop my forward momentum
to be in bed by 9 pm
as any elderly person so desires

04/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

393. Thanks for forgetting me

Thanks for forgetting me
I too often thought my memorable self-image
was worthy of remembering
but now diminished I am OK with it
Humility as my goal was the final causality

04/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

394. I am writing a novel

I am writing a novel
with
1. The ending
2. Two middles
3. A twisted beginning
all in that order

04/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

395. I changed my looks to appear as the abstract tattoo

I changed my looks to appear as the abstract tattoo
on m lover’s thigh
of an early morning annihilation
Today at the market
people asked if we were twins
The tattoo and me

04/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*396. At the museum of broken hearts

At the museum of broken hearts
no one felt sorry for me
even though I had paid the broken heart concession fee
Tainted emotions
Betrayal
Mixed messages
Unsingable shared sonnets
Secondhand love
Stolen pleasures rescinded
Echoes of broken pleas
At the end we all fade away
in the museum of broken hearts

05/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*397. At my funeral I wore virtual glasses

At my funeral I wore virtual glasses
so as to watch
my once-long-ago
escape
from my mother’s womb
with new perspectives

05/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*398. I run naked in the rain

I run naked in the rain
so as to be clean when I leap
into the fjord
and to have the Danes whistle my name

05/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*399. I dropped the script for my life in the fjord

I dropped the script for my life in the fjord
where a seagull
tore it to shreds
Then I awoke
running naked through my neighbour’s dream
Now my therapist insists that I go back to sleep
and find a new script

05/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

400. I live my life as a surprise

I live my life as a surprise
in the bottom
of a cereal box
that no one wants

05/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

401. My writing is a sponge

My writing is a sponge
to soak up the crap I no longer want
in my subconscious

06/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*402. I made a token effort to change

I made a token effort to change
I reincarnated

06/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

403. I prefer to fall

I prefer to fall
before I climb
to see how far it is
to the bottom
before I experience the top

06/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

404. In wrinkled lace are wrapped thoughts of you

n wrinkled lace are wrapped thoughts of you
waiting warmer winter weather
when I am ready to unfurl
vast memories of once-were-loves
across my horizon

06/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

405. Where wind refuses to rest

Where wind refuses to rest
against shuttered protected home
we dreamt of safer softer times
when cartoon storms were nothing more
than special effects easily removed from sight
Before we became swept away in a rapid passing news-cycle
using us as filler in between digestive improvement commercials

06/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

406. Melting reason producing rational hallucinations

Melting reason producing rational hallucinations
gives life of dreams
without categories

06/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

407. While replicating a life once known

While replicating a life once known
I fell into a hole that had no end
If I do make my acquaintance along the way
you will be the first to dance with me
Otherwise we’ll politely wave as I pass by

06/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

408. Without an audience

Without an audience
I tell my jokes into the mirror
and laugh at each
Tomorrow I will return to my mirror
and listen for the punch line once again

07/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

409. Waiting wanting watching

Waiting wanting watching
magic moments merge
so easy these melted memories
If we could drift beyond clouds
we would happily live far removed from troubled times
and leave all below
for tomorrow’s peasants

07/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

410. Laughing is a cure

Laughing is a cure
loving is a cure
giving is a cure
dancing is a cure
time is a cure
imagination is a cure
all else is not

07/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*411. I drew a map

Book 5. Page unknown yet

I drew a map
on your body
and became lost

I drew a map
on your body
and became lost

07/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

412. Easy runs thunder

Easy runs thunder
escaping tired needs
past valleys
frozen streams
lovers in the alley
If only silence was not so empty
celebration would be filled with it
and tonight’s sky
not so meaningless
Still the thunder rattles our core
So once again
with closed eyes
silent ears
the moment too
drifts away

08/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

413. Close to suffocation

Close to suffocation
I quickly untangled the mask of inspiration
replacing it with a configuration
of a delusional stare
mixed with a grinning expression
and a goodbye smile
at the same time
as the lovers on TV looked the other way
Talk about coincidence

08/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

414. If I had not rescued two clowns

If I had not rescued two clowns
and a juggler
this would have been
a wasted day
at the synagogue

08/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

415. Too many songs, movies, poems, parades

Too many songs, movies, poems, parades
have been about why you went away
Not enough about what the point of staying
would have been
if I had never opened the door
to begin with

08/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*416. Real men don’t write poetry

Book 5 Page unknown yet

Real men don’t write poetry
we just are the material 
those losers use
to weave their merciless lyrics from

Real men don’t write poetry
we just are the material
those losers use
to weave their merciless lyrics from

08/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

417. In a self-reflective moment

In a self-reflective moment
I watched my reflection
run away

09/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

418. I went to a five-hundred-year old cemetery

I went to a five-hundred-year old cemetery
and asked what was it that they worried about
so long ago
and they said
they had worried about the future
But now in hindsight
they were worthless worries

09/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

419. I went to the oldest city in Denmark

Book 5 Page unknown yet

I went to the oldest city in Denmark
What an authentic historic experience
Everything I bought was made in China
which is OK
because China is very old too

I went to the oldest city in Denmark
What an authentic historic experience
Everything I bought was made in China
which is OK
because China is very old too

09/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

420. The beauty of being where I do not understand the language

The beauty of being where I do not understand the language
is knowing everyone is discussing how wonderful I am
And if they knew I only understood English
they would speak for me to write it in my blog
so others would know too

09/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

421. I had a wonderfully inspirational creative fulfilling rewarding

I had a wonderfully inspirational creative fulfilling rewarding
picturesque dream
I dreamt I wasn’t me

09/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*422. We swore our love for eternity

Book 5 Page unknown yet

We swore our love for eternity
beneath the cathedral tower
in 1426
But today I didn’t see anyone
familiar
or that was five-hundred-ninety-one years old

We swore our love for eternity
beneath the cathedral tower
in 1426
But today I didn’t see anyone
familiar
or that was five-hundred-ninety-one years old

09/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*423. Streams of consciousness

Book 5 Page unknown yet

Streams of consciousness
flooding with muddy thoughts
Time to make sense 
weigh anchor
set sail
seek adventures
So excited about going to sleep
tonight

Streams of consciousness
flooding with muddy thoughts
Time to make sense
weigh anchor
set sail
seek adventures
So excited about going to sleep
tonight

10/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*424. I barricaded myself from the North Sea

Book 5 Page unknown yet

I barricaded myself from the North Sea
as misfits of time
sought my weak points
Finding them in an amber glow
of lust wasted amongst the sand dunes
Now I run naked over the hot ancient sands
whistling a blues melody I had run away from
in New Orleans when life was an experiment
and regret a sin
Finally realising there is no escape 
from being the cartoon character
my lovers wanted me to become
back in 1968

I barricaded myself from the North Sea
as misfits of time
sought my weak points
Finding them in an amber glow
of lust wasted amongst the sand dunes
Now I run naked over the hot ancient sands
whistling a blues melody I had run away from
in New Orleans when life was an experiment
and regret a sin
Finally realising there is no escape
from being the cartoon character
my lovers wanted me to become
back in 1968

10/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*425. I don’t know which is most comforting

I don’t know which is most comforting
emailing, texting, Skyping, Facetime, WhatsApp, Instagram, Facebook
or what I do now
Speak with you so often in my mind
Now that you have died

10/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*426. I swam the full length of sorrow in a record

I swam the full length of sorrow in a record
One-lifetime was all that it took
Next incarnate
I will be an apple tree
cut down before I bare fruit
so I will know
how my son’s life unfolded
this time around

10/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*427. When I was young

When I was young
I had old thoughts
When I was old
I had young thoughts
Unfortunately my body never differentiated
Next I will have no thoughts
no body

10/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*428. In fear of being out of tune

Book 5 Page unknown yet

In fear of being out of tune
the birds stopped
In fear of being caught
fish stopped
In fear of flower betrayal
bees stopped
In fear of love going wrong
humanity stopped
What a bummer fear is

In fear of being out of tune
the birds stopped
In fear of being caught
fish stopped
In fear of flower betrayal
bees stopped
In fear of love going wrong
humanity stopped
What a bummer fear is

11/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*429. I moved into the museum

I moved into the museum
because everything outside
was out of place
with no value

11/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

*430. They put tattoos on the statue of the founding father

Book 5. Page unknown yet

They put tattoos on the statue of the founding father
of this 500-year-old town
to make him look hip
Gave him some piercings
a web site, an email, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram
several other social media identifications
even a hashtag
#foundingcooldad
And still the birds shit on him

They put tattoos on the statue of the founding father
of this 500-year-old town
to make him look hip
Gave him some piercings
a web site, an email, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram
several other social media identifications
even a hashtag
#foundingcooldad
And still the birds shit on him

11/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

431. My children used to write letters to Santa Claus

My children used to write letters to Santa Claus
so I sent a text to Abraham Lincoln
and asked if I could wear his hat
to my funeral

11/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

432. Excitement plays the fool

Excitement plays the fool
leaving once-were-crippled
happiness to be master of ceremony
while wonderment
drinks to my health
in the audience

11/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

433. If no one likes my post

Book 5. Page unknown yet

If no one likes my post
does it not exist
If I like their post 
then they like my like of their post
are they friends
I observed birds along the fjord
wondering if they had as many issues as me
and if they didn’t 
why didn’t they

If no one likes my post
does it not exist
If I like their post
then they like my like of their post
are they friends
I observed birds along the fjord
wondering if they had as many issues as me
and if they didn’t
why didn’t they

12/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

434. She had a lingering smile

She had a lingering smile
that stayed with me as night faded
into mesmerising obsessions of her tastes
melting into fantasies never to be
But I remember
which is all that is required to prove
once I was human

12/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

435. A misguided narrative

A misguided narrative
out of sync
with a picture
worthy of a thousand words
never frees an awkward refrain

12/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

436. The day when robots have a people museum

The day when robots have a people museum

12/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

437. I never understood why she left soon after

I never understood why she left soon after
I proclaimed
‘I will love and be yours’
until my ice cream melts
and falls to the ground

12/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

437. I never understood why she left soon after

I never understood why she left soon after
I proclaimed
‘I will love and be yours’
until my ice cream melts
and falls to the ground

13/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

438. Most definitely a deliberate audience has issues

Most definitely a deliberate audience has issues
with the changing tides of public opinion
though their behaviour
suggests otherwise
Leaving me to pleasure myself alone in the church vestibule
while Google attempts
a more accurate interpretation

13/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

439. A thousand years ago

A thousand years ago
the Viking’s idea of social media
was to rob and pillage and burn
which went viral
Little has changed
accept we now count
how many likes we get
when we rob pillage and burn others

13/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

440. In an abandoned alley

In an abandoned alley
I discovered a vault of an endless selections of meaningless thoughts
to make no sense of
in my divine quest of deductive focus
to share with those who have lost the plot
and who are in desperate need of a coherent narrative
13/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark
441. My belief system was shattered
My belief system was shattered
then replaced with a 1970’s disco-lit closet
filled with discordant aliens
who appeared superior at first
until the haze lifted
and I realised I once again
needed another belief system

13/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark


442. I asked an arrogant atheistic snail

I asked an arrogant atheistic snail
which way to Nirvana
and she let me deep into the forest
where I feasted upon
magical-hallucinatory mushrooms
and lived the remainder of my life
in bliss

14/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

443. If I had written a poem about e-mail and social media

If I had written a poem about e-mail and social media
fifty-years ago they would have said I was inventive
if I had written it thirty-years ago they would have said I was ahead of the times
a futurists
Last week they said I was behind the times
Now they ignore me

14/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

443. If I had written a poem about e-mail and social media

If I had written a poem about e-mail and social media
fifty-years ago they would have said I was inventive
if I had written it thirty-years ago they would have said I was ahead of the times
a futurists
Last week they said I was behind the times
Now they ignore me

14/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

444. I sought freedom amongst yesterday’s rubble

I sought freedom amongst yesterday’s rubble
equating peace with escape
hope with hiding
a new start with imagination
I never found freedom
trading my rebellion for a circus ticket instead
Providing myself with much insight to this misadventure
I call my life

14/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

445. In an imaginary forest filled with glowing plastic flowers

In an imaginary forest filled with glowing plastic flowers
recorded bird calls
holographic trees
and surround-sound-wind
I found an alter to sacrifice my desires upon
in a dream soaked ritual of imaginary fulfilling bliss
the moment before loggers came to strip the forest
making space for a new shopping centre
where I got this pen and paper
to write this story

14/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

446. Without re-invention

Without re-invention
similar to re-incarnation
I would not experience
this re-tried life

14/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark

447. The ex-executioner became a stand-up comic

The ex-executioner became a stand-up comic
as a mid-life career move
but no one laughed
at her predictable jokes
Now she is unable to finish this story

14/09 Ringkøbing, Denmark


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