Reblogged from Strathbogie Ranges Nature View, another walk worth a look..
Another glorious Victorian walk.
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in the doghouse
Woof!
I strongly urge you to reconsider
your decision to withhold my dinner
for it was only a minor crime
that should not leave me food less for a time
this situation is certainly partly your fault
for exposing your best shoes to assault
by discarding them carelessly inside the front door
such that my resistance steadily weakened wherefore
the attraction of soft chewy elastic leather
proved as irresistible as a day of sunny weather
when chewing shoes in vestibule halls
equates to the joy of parkside chasing of balls
and you must admit my masticating those tasty treats
is not the equivalent of nutritious and tasty meat
so spare a thought for an act ne’er again to be mentioned
please, your dismay was never my intention
I strongly exhort you to review my sentence
in return I’ll offer a cute and remorseful look
of ne’er again pretence
Strathbogie Ranges Nature View (SRNV)
SRNV is a nature blog I have neglected my co-authorship of in recent years. This has been due to work and family commitments taking me to other parts of this wonderful state of Victoria. In the meantime, Bert has continued his informative presentation and celebration of our region. Now I am spending more time back in Central and North East Victoria I am well and truly ready to join him again. I will reblog here to poetography.ink for my occasional reader’s interest.
deep dark blue
The water is still a deep deep blue
giant distant mountains are blue too
there’s a pretty wooden jetty
for me to sit on with you
in your light cotton dress
broad bands of blue
the sky is picture perfect blue
there’s an old rowing boat
tied up too
it’s blue
your eyes are blazing iridescent blue
when I gaze into them
I’m suddenly drowning
cyanosed lips bruised blue
blue finger tips
touching you
cold with the bleak blue fear
of no longer having you near
you knew
a chill wind blew an
icicle dart
straight through my heart
pumping vital red to sluggish dying blue
the world around me turns dread blue
I feel it mind and body through
like a heaviness I can’t escape
a smothering blue oppressive weight
on this warm picture perfect blue
summer’s day
sitting beside you
deep dark blue and frozen to a jetty pretty
above turbulent water dark deep blue
I discover your love is no longer true
Loss grief relief and gain
My name is loss
I come to you
when all you have had
is crumbling
when all you have given
is riven with me
loss is humbling
my name is grief
and I bear the pain of loss
when you are humbled
beyond belief
when you thought
you would be always
proud and strong
I am here to tell you
that you were wrong
my name is relief
when comes a day
you realise that grief will eventually
deliver a clearway
a freedom from regret
at losing what you had gained
losses your mind held and retained
these burdens your cross
until you find you can accept loss
my name is acceptance
where past material possessions
and anxieties prove hollow
where a hopeful path
is a worthy path to follow
where reflective plans
present themselves
as many possible futures
where eventual understanding
of loss the future nurtures
and our transient presence can
still be an enriching presence
a new time we have in which to live
to love enjoy feel
touch smell hear see and give
pain
A little pain alerts me to a risk unto my life
a larger pain unnerves me causing misery and strife
a debilitating pain is unnecessary by any worth or measure
I wish such pain revised to a commensurate pleasure
why severe pain exists at all is a mystery to me
none can understand or explain
its crippling purpose satisfactorily
the great joy of childbirth is excessively marred for the mother
oft the exhausting process of dying is complicated by many ways to suffer
the unlimited pain reflex is a blight on the human experience
think how well a mild pain cap would make significant difference
why does this exaggeration of a mindful tool become
a sensory debilitation raging until done?
it’s only conceivable purpose is to be weaponised by some
to torment and torture others until they do what they are bidden
or for a perverted sense of fun
I say cut the neural pathways of terrible unbearable pain
and let us be the masters of our lives
relieved of such a bane
a contradictory god
The god above is all seeing
the god of love permits hate
the god of kindness promotes suffering
the god of justice encourages restraint
the god all knowing refuses the future
the god of intervention awaits on fate
the god of forgiveness exercises judgement
on the select souls who make it to heaven’s gate
A Melbourne beaches walk from afternoon into the evening
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