#HumblePoeticCranes

hello there
new poem
who dis?
just me
being me
whatever
that means
enjoying my
favourite
time of day
with my
sneezles &
wheezles
but no
cheezles

#HumblePoeticCranes

the rain’s
pitter patter
was pleasant to
fall asleep to
last night
even the noisy
mating calls
from all the
local fauna
softened to
silence in the
moist rhythms
of the rain

#HumblePoeticCranes

in the hullaballoo
of time the radio
is often tuned
to Classics FM
& what an
awesome
surprise it wasn’t
all just stuffy
classicals but
the breadth of music
is soothing
mostly
except for opera
hour which just
ain’t my cup
of lapsang souchong
peaty whisky

#HumblePoeticCranes

on a day of
mixed emotions
when the feels
feel as vast as
the oceans
time to enjoy
the silence
away from the
bedbugs &
ballyhoo
to bask in the rays
of the whole
of the moon

#HumblePoeticCranes

we often have
video calls from
the niblings
random wandering
calls but seeing
them live is best
even when
with glee they
sidle up to you
& whisper
I just farted

#HumblePoeticCranes

the plovers are
back & it seems
they are night
owls like me
their screeching
around the
suburb at 4am
reminds us
that their call
like life
is akin to screaming
I love you in
German
absurd &
terrifying

#HumblePoeticCranes

the quality of light
as the tail edge
of the storm
revealed the dusk
light over the
escarpment
sent me into a
modified reverie
as my focus
maintained on
the cars
in front of me

#HumblePoeticCranes

during the empire
of phlegm
sleeping in bed
was simply &
utterly chest
burblingly
impossible
the simple joy
of the last
two nights of
bed bound slumber
was simply &
utterly mood
improvingly
manageable

#HumblePoeticCranes

the Neolithic standing
stones witnessed
our kiss & the wind
intoned its approval
to this small
human act of
communion
one of many
over millennia

#RingOfBrodgar

#HumblePoeticCranes

the tyromancy
in my bowels
foretells that
alas no more
cow’s cheese for me
goat’s fromage
is the choice of curds
for the digestive
calm I desire

#HumblePoeticCranes

many years ago
& not day less
I started
Project Lazarus
to get myself
as fit & healthy
as I could be
the project continues
like all projects should
I mean
Lazarus ain’t a
destination
it’s a process
of rising
just not as
stinky
I hope

#HumblePoeticCranes

so qashqai
means horse with
white forehead
& mustang is
US for feral horse
& bronco is
a half tamed horse
of course
& there’s pinto
& colt
& even a brumby
& absurdly
a carmague
to name just a few
of the cars named
after equines
what else would
you do
name them after
camels or whales
or weasels
oh my

#HumblePoeticCranes

the adventurous
grain of rice
spelunking into
my wind pipe
probably didn’t
reckon on its
volcanic expulsion
into the void
from this ungrateful
flesh cave

#HumblePoeticCranes

there is a
synchronicity
in our life
you see
our love like
a well oiled
machine
mostly
we need our
tune ups &
the occasional
tyre rotation
& although
this year
our rhythmical
coughing might
hint at some
roughness
inside the engine
of love is clean

#HappyAnniversarySweetLady

#HumblePoeticCranes

the folded storm
clouds out to sea
waved farewells
with gnarled
energetic fingers
a little menacingly
if you asked me

#HumblePoeticCranes

on the fjord live
cam occasionally
someone scans
the code on the
ground to see
themselves alive
on the live cam
& they wave
at themselves
live & alive
& in my
lounge room
alive & far away
I often
wave back

#HumblePoeticCranes

at the Aldi checkout
on occasion
the cashier
impatiently flings
the groceries
out of hand
I tolerantly
stack my trolley
in a way that
makes sense to me
to pack my
bags for free
then mindfully
the bags will get
packed so when
I find I’ve packed
them just right
for the last box
to fit perfectly
a little smile will
descend on me

#HumblePoeticCranes

come to me
you little pea
so I can seat you
& we’ll see
if sleep will come
to weary eyes
with dreams to match
& lightly too
just weird enough to
fill a bowl of
gazpacho

#HumblePoeticCranes

sounds of joy
jobs well done
in dressing sheds
& dressing rooms
celebrations &
connection
tittering teamwork
are the sounds of
life that thrill me

#HumblePoeticCranes

too tired tonight
the verbiage gently tucked up
dreams of the morrow