Category: Po-et-tree & Vurz

Waltzing Matilda

Just me

And my feet

And my swag

In the heat

Just me

All alone

With the dreams

that I own

It’s a dance

of a kind

stripped down

and bare

Come walk

with me

Try a smile

if you dare

It’s a life

that I live

With my world

in a bag

I don’t have

a house

or a boat

0r a Jag.

It’s not a dance

or a girl

or a square

stable home

It’s the earth

and the sky

and the road

that I roam.

Just a waltz

down the lane

With the dust

in my eyes

Matilda and me

Have said

our goodbyes.

Procrastination Blues

You’ve got procrastination blues

and you got it really bad

when I get it like that

it makes me very sad

But today will be gone

in a very short while

and you didn’t do

the things that make you smile.

You haven’t done

anything you want to do

They’re on the ‘to-do-list’

You’re still waiting for a cue

Immobile but insistant

Procrastination stands

Give it a wave goodbye

Pack it off to distant lands

Strike while the iron’s hot

which is all the time

There’s no time like the present

This time right now is fine

Please don’t give up

Don’t give up the fight

You’re a writer

And writers write.

Wild Birds of Summer

At different times

throughout the day

I hear some of you

before I see you.

At four in the morning

The charismatic herring gull

rudely awakens me

with his laughing, purring, mewling

His wife calls in the morning news

she heard it first before the rest.

Later on, raven parents

take the family out for meals

get into classroom circles

play, learn, love.

Blackbirds dance

hold worms in their beaks

like trophies.

‘See what I got! Aren’t I awesome?”

The shy, sweet tern

explores, wide eyed, hopeful

a little coquettish.

And finally,

dog eared and lumbering

basking in late summer evenings

like they have all the time in the world

wood pigeons

comfortable in their aged

iridescence.

Our Little Coffee Club

Every week

A group of us meet up

For simple and honest friendship

Between a coffee cup

We talk about everything

We laugh, we smile

And sometimes we drink coffee

Once in a while

For two hours a week

We’re in our happy hub

Knights at a round table

Our little coffee club

I Beat You In Tears

I couldn’t beat you in anything

You were always miles ahead

And whenever you lied

They believed what you said

When I tried to help in the kitchen

You kept me lame

You shooed me away

It was your domain

Everyone loved you

Without exception

You had the charm of the devil

From the inception

I bigged you up

You kept me down

You were the class

I was the clown

I wanted to please you

Didn’t need anything more

Requited love

Is what I always hoped for

When you were hurting

All I did was cry

When it was the other way round

Your eyes were dry

You never wept for me

In all of your years

I beat you in something

I beat you in tears.

Canary in a Coalmine

The canary in a coalmine

Smells what we cannot see

Sometimes its instinct tells it

How the day is going to be

Our feathered friend has info

Knows something big is up

Doesn’t need divination

Or tea leaves in a cup

The canary predicts the future

Feels what we cannot feel

This bird had intuition

Doesn’t need a lucky wheel

We don’t know what’s ahead

We just deal with the facts

We fall off the perch

And straight on to our backs

The canary at least knows

It has no real need to fear

It’s spidery senses tell it

When death is drawing near

We got through most our life

Not seeing the danger sign

If only we could be more like

The canary in the coalmine.