Poetry from the Creek

2022-10-18T19:41:00.002+10:00

After A Day

After a day of atonement we’re freed of all guilt we’d

believe came to pass, tho we are refused seeing any

change - its as if it is meant that way; and yet today

suggests it asked the wrong question delayed in this

trance of penitence from whatever came to be truely

the view we’d have wanted to see while we pursued

that actuality which in our dream we’d believed was

the way of being which embraces all of this frugality

But here we are again - and dusk dims the scenery I

agree hasn’t distanced itself from where we were at,

and I know we are spared that form of reality; so let

it be really a vista we’ll accept as being where we’re

meant to express our dreams, and there I sleep well

in a freedom of truth we let be our material actuality

Freed Such Poverty

2019-02-27T06:55:00.003+10:00

We’re getting there again - almost November and our

Jacarandas are beginning to bloom; there’s already a

swoon of lilac tinge under the first tree, she’s an early

denizen - while th’ rest winge, hum and haw a bit but

evidence suggests they’ll attune to Guy Fawkes Day

It is a sign blessing th’ Seasonal Sway; we’ve moved

from jeopardy onto the highway to where we’ll cruise

comfortably ’til Christmas - bathing in the Lilac tones

under our trees, debating how we can live without th’

pleasure of being groomed in such comely opulence

How could one forget th’ carpet of purple shades we

need to remember those good old days, and without

which we’d grieve forever for events in a past tense -

there’s the promise again, as rich in sumptuousness

as the guarantees we’re freed forever such poverty

New Blog - More Poetry From The Creek

2017-01-27T08:12:00.000+10:00

I've begun a new Blog.

It is really just a continuation of this one, which, now that it contains 3,758 posts, is a bit of a problem to manage. So the new one is still of the same genre, just more recent...

'More Poetry From The Creek' is at:

https://igorevich02.blogspot.com.au

Good reading!

That’s News?

2017-01-14T10:01:00.000+10:00

Well, I never expected them to argy-bargee on again

in the morning - after the Bolt 6:30 pm Sky TV News

session last evening one could argue the ABC might

feel a need to defend itself, why being a question we

couldn’t debate without acerbic Bolt assertions being

thrown in with prejudice - but there we were, at 8 am,

listening to a hodge-podge of th’ same blarney about

whether this or that was the case, tho on ABC Radio

If it was supposed to make any more sense than the

views expressed by Bolt’s guests yesterday - it failed

notwithstanding better explanations that PM Malcolm

Turnbull has to wear a larger part of the blame; while

we’d agree it is a burden Heads of Government bear,

we’re still none the wiser why they think that’s news

The Boys Way

2017-01-13T10:01:00.000+10:00

The Boys Way is Heinz baked beans crushed

and rolled liberally within red quinoa wrap, it’s

nothing too over-refined, just a nice breakfast

that assimilates with the morning coffee - and

there’s no dishes to clean - debris disappears

magically with casual finger licking done in an

expression of gourmand’s heaven tamed to a

gustatory imagination’s now indecent release

What remains in the tin’s sealed carefully with

rubber-banded plastic wrapping & stored in th’

fridge - altho’ it could easily morph into lunch;

and so begins th’ day, no dishes to wash, just

a few empties stashed in th’ rubbish bin while

awaiting Her Eminence’s return later today …

Tissue Issues

2017-01-12T10:01:00.000+10:00

If you needed an incentive to rant - then the idea

of tissue paper speckled all over your underwear

should be th’ salutary departing point; so what in

Heavens name am I clambering onto a soapbox

stance about; - well, I suppose you recall tissues

you casually store in work-clothes pockets, back

when our runny-nose season was in full bloom?

It inferred readiness remaining in perpetuity - or

At least until the next wash; - well they’re back &

spread upon my dark underpants, reappearance

being advent of a prognosis we’d get back more

than put in storage - in a form subtending simple

fiats dramatically; it meant either I ignore what is

a moment’s worth of sagacity, or wear ‘em as is

Sanctimony

2017-01-11T10:01:00.000+10:00

Saying you’re sick of all th’ sanctimony barely gets

within cooee of where dour politicians really are at;

so what if we’re a proletariat & commoners to boot -

a man’s man isn’t an aristocrat, & nor’s a politician,

regardless whether senator or member’s penchant,

& yet, there is that air of commonality in their basic

reasoning they’re regally all squeaky clean - unlike

anyone provoking their ire, or providing opportune

Occasion t’ dander disparaging remarks savouring

the sauce of the gander, and stated with a morally

superior, tho’ sanctimoniously prissy, stance that’d

cause one to choke on his beer, as if he’d actually

paid for it; yet we are supposed to listen to all their

pronouncements as if they’re ‘nouveau patricians’

Of sound mind & noninfectious behaviour; beware,

we say, hearing loss is severely occasioned within

sanctimony of open air delivery - you can play ‘em

free for fancy fools anyway you like if agreeing y’ll

pay whatever compensation redresses that case;

oddly, all I’m hearing now is a resounding silence

Live Sports TV

2017-01-10T10:01:00.000+10:00

Kind of a crazy Saturday - one where the live Sports

TV diet dresses itself in excesses of better’n usual &

yet, with two Test matches to complete our agony, or

am I dreaming; well, I rechecked Foxtel’s guide & its

for real though a bit of channel navigation’s entailed;

but no worries, our MyStar box’s fully programmed &

will grab footage easy-peasy - all I’ll need is a comfy

chair, a beer and plenty of peace of mind to indulge

Yeah, I didn't infer which games are on - but you can

rest at ease, they are all Rugby happenings - free of

commercial advertising, that insanity which drives us

devoted sports fan to tears - read that as beers and

chips - but amply rewarded by us seeing Springboks

v All Blacks and Argentina’s Pumas v The Wallabies

Perspicacity

2017-01-09T10:01:00.000+10:00

Displaying that acumen on the back bench

won’t raise the bar - we’re here in the lime-

light already, or’ve I misread something th’

introduction indiscreetly mentioned - tho’ it

hardly matters and the evidence is there’s

contumaciously carved conspiracy lodged

in woodwork we’d admired moments ago,

a legacy, they said, we’d learn to live with

Having that hanging over your head won’t

be the only jeopardy, its in an endowment

where you prove you’re whom they trust t’

deliver their telling blow - the one of being

thrust into cognoscenti of notoriety: who’d

admire you now won’t know its the end

Things That Amazed

2017-01-08T10:01:00.000+10:00

Then it was time to look back on the things that

amazed - nothing too bizarre behoved itself - in

a sense it was routine of events you’d expect a

place in th’ rural scene to be entangled in; we’d

been afraid we could lose both our electricity &

telephone connection should a storm and flood

make mayhem where our lines crossed what is

known as Delaneys Creek - & it seemed they’d

Anticipated the probability - even thinking what

to do in the event, & agreeing to clear off vines

entwined on lines & restoring our property pole

to a vertical stance; altho authorisation took six

months to eventuate finally it didn’t frustrate as

it might’ve done were we seeking a solution in

retrospect - this was a newly unique occasion,

we waited patiently in only minor trepidation

Then on the appointed day three work parties

appeared with all the machinery & equipment

needed such that by late afternoon the deeds

were complete - & neatly done - and we could

admire scenes we’d guessed we’d be lucky to

see; while it doesn’t mean the problem’s been

removed completely, we have utility lines free

of vines between newly pruned trees, we see

Its wholly concreted sense of permanence in

th’ now vertical stance of our property pole &,

its evidence is based where it ought to be …

Wisdom In Lieu

2017-01-07T10:01:00.000+10:00

You could call it one of those days - no-one’s going

to object if they’re sitting on th’ patio after busy-bee

folding two weeks worth of washing: in effect, a job

with no priority unless you run out of undies; hasn’t

happened but th’ ratio of knickers to ‘em sez males

are less likely to get away with it, that is unless 3:1

is an indice with a safety margin extending beyond

th’ consideration to wear ‘em for a second day

But that wasn’t the real accomplishment - instance

this, this www.slave/ didn’t feel obliged to go catch

up with trends on th’ net; sure, email’s collected by

mobile phones these days, if you’ve the data alloc,

so you know who’s doing what to whom - although

you don’t need read ‘em t’ know there’s no truth in

That belief, it’s really a form of indemnity only, with

a clause suggesting if you’re not in, you don’t exist

altho’ proving that needs more internet speed than

you can get off of a satellite dish; thus after a short

black coffee and some deep reflection, we’re much

better prepared to wish for greater wisdom in lieu

Heeded The Call

2017-01-06T10:01:00.000+10:00

So I have to agree there’s more to it than I’d let myself

believe; the toss-away adage, like, it’s only a 24 hr ‘flu

bug - nothing to worry about, is still comfortably at bat,

come to think of it, for three weeks at least, and if I’ve

been ignoring the symptoms of varied complications it

manifests, I haven’t felt ‘em before’s my defence, with

a practical, common-sense notion of what that meant

likened to brass razoo concepts of the Economy

Well - today the beast played a different role in rearing

and baring incredible teeth it wasn’t supposed to wear;

within ten minutes of beginning a leisurely stroll up the

path I was panting and feeling dizziness of exhaustion.

It wasn’t faint-&-far-cry-removed from a real warning t’

take it easy - and it is thus that I’ve heeded the call…

Mace for Midges

2017-01-05T10:39:00.001+10:00

Not an afternoon you’ll remember with affection, the

midges sorely saw to that; they were giving, as only

they can - their love and commiseration - bit like an

overdose of rawly applied fan-club accolades which

abrade rather than trigger ego enhancements; what

we need’s effusive buzzing - not possessive caress

ending in rabid itching - or suggesting skin grafts to

go - but, OK, we’ll spray repellant, tho’ reluctantly

We don’t need reminding we’re the objects of your

dire passion - but just heed this - until today you’ve

only bothered me with your fey discrimination, why

are you indiscreetly plying my Lady who has never

complained before - she’s abandoned her Brazilian

Chair for a safer lounge seat where TV’s available

And a can of Mace for Midges is close at hand

Serendipitously Greeted

2017-01-04T10:01:00.000+10:00

You can call it magnificence - something great which

is fitting or seemly to the circumstance, but to me it’s

a raw chill from the opened door; yes - there’s some

expression grandiloquence; flinging open shutters &

greeting the day enthusiastically, and, all the while a

reflectively bed-reclining figure dining on toasted rye

bread liberally breakfast-avocado ‘buttered’ - winces

at a bravo encore he didn’t call for or imagine to be

somewhere in th’ circumstance’s breadth of reason;

hollering, hey - I’m happy to see it thru the windows

won’t be serendipitously greeted - or the more likely

rejoinder - your second cup of coffee’s probably too

cold to enjoy nicely, so why not get up and help me

hang out the washing before you turn into ice

Query

2017-01-03T10:13:00.000+10:00

And we enter the next compromised scene of an

idiocy that’s been too close to disgraced sanity; I

knew even before it became an explanation - the

crazy way this random equation ate data made it

the rationed complacency of a few gurus, whose

circumspect views couldn’t care less - we’re into

a new happening they say, you’d have to be in it

to expect the cerebral change will make sense

I’d have to query the relevance of such singular

perspective - either it can be proved without the

caveat you need be mad to finesse their view &

find it leaves you of the same mind as them - or

is that the tweeted trend necessary to be ‘sane’

when the rest of the World is already crackers

Who Pays The Rent

2017-01-02T10:01:00.000+10:00

And were I to say, it wasn’t my problem then I’d

be in breach of consensual intent which agrees

potential disaccord’s meant to be aired in any a

fashionably congenial, or cultivated bent before

the screaming starts; but ask yourself - why is it

unwise to endanger an outflow process, if that’s

what it is, or expose yourself as the target to an

incoming missile you’re actually already seeing

So woe’s me for exposing sensitivity which has

an indefensible need for keeping under wraps -

tho it won’t mean diddly-squat t’ th’ cat who got

th’ cream, & irony in that is lore behind legends

yet t’ be told tho never responsibly beholden to

allegedly reached ententes by in-vogue parties

I’d guess endemic silence’s penchant is either

a consent to contempt, or for more blasphemy,

actually neither clique agrees who pays rent

Sky Muster

2017-01-01T10:01:00.000+10:00

Our NBN Sky Muster satellite installation upgrade

came and went - and without any dramas evident

until time came to re-connect; it is about then that

primordial obsession with wifi hauntingly returned;

don’t get too excited was a caution stressed, as if

to dampen spirits impressed with its faster speed;

maybe a ‘single-user-only’ caveat still applies, but

let’s not Google ourselves into the corner just yet

Sky Muster data supplied in the preceding weeks

implied wireless routers were okay for networking,

but we took th’ tack of an expert IT intervention to

connect, set up & then launch the venture, and in

the event thus invested in much a smoother take-

off for a whole lot less duress on landing again

Stella Ingrid

2016-12-31T10:01:00.000+10:00

And so Stella Ingrid, enervated at prospect of

buying birthday presents for herself using her

own pre-paid credit card, then wisely stashes

said plastic where she knows it’ll be safe and

disremembers the exact location - it is saying

you’re a member of th’ same family where we

find ourselves detailed in predisposition - and

forget respondency to be the ‘moment’s fun’

So last-minute decisions run amok don’t they;

when you’re freed to think things thru on your

own at your frenetic pace, pressing of buttons

on key isn’t an harmonic you’d tune to; & tho’

you are still assured a role or chorus-part on-

stage - surely you’ll want to play it your way

Not A Treat

2016-12-30T10:01:00.000+10:00

You couldn’t see it a treat to be seated comfortably

in front of TV viewing the 2016 US Presidential poll

results as they came to air; well, not unless there’s

eugenic comfort seeing Mr Trump’s arrogance not

slapped in the face - but crikey wasn’t this race as

much a bizarre misère as to where he was always

destined to divorce reality - beholding nothing else

mattered but himself in The White House chair

In any event there’s more to representing a nation’s

people than defining them ‘beneficiaries’ - and from

a mission no less conceived in his aim’s egocentric

pursuit of achievement & greatest of glory - and it’s

there you’ll avail a fair reward, according to himself;

but in truth - only after vivisection of its gory detail

He can’t represent an honest integrity he hasn’t got,

that’s a dispossession which may well be lost on an

unsighted population - altho’ one which, for an age,

the Media’s been mercilessly manipulating..; so we

sit awaiting the verdict debated on whether United

States will be Democrat Blue or Republican Red -

Or on the presidential suitability of either candidate

Survival Implied

2016-12-29T10:01:00.000+10:00

Not only did we survive the carpentry section of

Bunnings Warehouse Morayfield, but did it on a

Saturday morning before midday; there’s kudos

implied where anarchic plans lead the way - yet

to find the right stuff quickly resolves all but that

question of who’s in charge; - decidedly not me

I’ll declare and pass in my cards without demur,

cavil or dissent - but I’m available for a rostered

Consideration as Carpenter’s assistant, starting

tomorrow. And wearing a contented smile, shall

now grab a wee forty winks t’ recover from near

exhaustion in being there - no pun intended nor

adventurously implied, although 3:17AM arising

isn’t a routine that I could hope to survive upon

And I must explain, that earliness wasn’t a plan,

design, or from any form of disagreement - its a
routine we’ve slowly grown accustomed to, and

product of a new broom called independence of

detachment - we are no-longer casualties of the
what, or whichever, it was we used to be …

Leave It Be

2016-12-28T10:01:00.000+10:00

There’d be room for improvement were I able to

see the effort it takes makes seminal sense; but

that is another way to justify being perched on a

fence between reason, pragmatic acceptance &

distant objectives fondly imagined; with all good

intent - as an ideal case, & we’re almost in total

agreement but for whose drop of the penny it is;

though unfortunately this time it can only be me

Thus rhyme hollowly beats on reason about the

innuendo-filled pie whose circumference has its

inference stymied by surrender palpable to that

of ballon-like emptiness; so, you’ll typically float

on high in a trance of misgivings before coming

back to deflate the Mickey within - tho’ we can

Agree - it’s my dilemma - so let’s leave it be

Ross River Virus

2016-12-27T10:01:00.000+10:00

Can you confess falling asleep at 9:30am suggests

there are difficulties you need accomodate; well - &

without prejudice ok, but let’s set th’ record straight

it was inchoate nodding off while doing crosswords

on my bed, precursor to normative activities which,

at that time of day, habitually include writing poetry

and you can see the latency did come to pass; this

is that sojourn’s eccentricity parsed into verse, tho’

in a word - potentially - thus we may have one writ

that is not to say any events preceding didn't need

investigation: didn’t awaken too early, 6:00am was

registered without a vague, precursor fuzziness of

clearly earlier yet random recollections - tho’ there

had been some uneasiness in drifting off after US

Presidential elections of the evening before, - & I

wouldn’t have been alone in that; who’d’ve wished

a more unsettling outcome - or farcical potential to

change future events into dire and utter Trumpery -

but we digress; why did a sleep-need progress to

the point where it thumped drums of discontent, &

are we to take it as portent of things ‘yet to come’ -

in my own defence there’s no prejudice expressed,

less that one concern caused by ‘influenza effects’

of Ross River Virus gripping me - my best take is

remaining on homeopathic prescribed medication

until its constituency ends; and hopefully that will

be well before the event of a next election …

Supermoon

2016-12-26T15:55:00.002+10:00

So far today its been a two-coffee intro to awakening

realities not evident yesterday; & Lorikeets inimitably

in a crowd-rousing debate expressed concerns as to

my responsibilities for spreading sunflower seeds at

places they habituate - and appropriately appending

squawking akin to profuse ‘colloquial’ abuse - just in

case my hearing aids weren’t in; so, having already

had to solve slow water-delivery problems to get the

washing machine functioning normally, I’m piqued in

a manner appropriate to the house-husbanding beat

of rhythms I am supposed to mythically understand -

even Magpie encroachment on Kookaburra territory,

the Hills Hoist clothesline - got a foot in the door; ok,

I agree, there’s a lot more learning and I’ll get into it

but first please give me a wee bit of peace; that 2nd

coffee has a characteristic buzz I’m remembering, if

not revelling in, from back a ways; yeah, olden days

when the pace wasn’t frenetic, and listening to ABC

morning news not a trial by ordeal; then there’s that

other weird explanation of an enlarged ‘supermoon'

being an upbeat to contend with this week …

Festive Bloom

2016-12-25T10:01:00.000+10:00

A day within and cooler air - there’s gratitude in

time and space that lets us rest at ease - & this

conveys our thanks in quietude like tiny finches

flicking thru th’ foliage a-feast on Xmas eve. It’s

here again, you’ve hardly seen th’ year rush by;

recent heat’s now blessed of rain, grey-clad sky

allays distress which shrewed as callouses into

absurdity we needed least for Christmas day

But now I see resplendent blooms; they’re ones

that we address as Jesus in the Cradle, or Belle

of the Night (from cactus pitahaya*), aka dragon

fruit - a night blooming Cereus - which has other

names such as Cinderella Plant - or Strawberry

Pear - and its there - resplendently in full view

We’ve been reassured whatever else claimed in

that xmas iconic imagery has eccentrically failed

to dent th’ magnificence of our pitahaya - & we’ll

bow with due ceremony to its short-lived - altho’

appropriately occasioned - festive bloom; which

taketh our place of pride come Christmas Day

*Hylocereus undatus

Merry Christmas to one & all ....

Emissary Need

2016-12-24T10:01:00.000+10:00

If you write every day without the need for emissary

words - you’re freed to express those inward trends

too gauche for the literati; as if you’re likely to share

‘em ordinarily - but there are jewels & gems - some

so rare polishing them blinds everyone equally -

It is like learning to hear the subtlety in a tune when

played by an ear too abstruse to be copy, original &

out where the icons are first birthed - like measures

the cognoscenti instantly recognise as unassailable

and blend incontrovertibly into the soothing scene

And then there’s the agenda team corresponding in

their factotum sense of what matters, by expression

and riposte, following an order digested as the best

use of words within a tier of sustainable interjection

where meanings and agreements are their rules

In my trade the tools are an inner ear unaffected by

hot air and raucous discontent - the rhythm is leant

upon originality freed of onomatopoeic contempt or

metric mutuality & there’s no ‘agenda’ I’m aware of

excepting the refreshingly fey freedom to be me