Strange Energy

A burst where yesterday
There was a lull
A manic flow of mana
Metaphors rush and collide
Accretion of disparate parts
Great engines of archaic steam
Surge on rails of Reason
Motivation is a companion traveller
Who I listen to with polite feigned interest
Wide-eyed Imagination stares through holes in the sky
Stars breach the dark curtain of despair
The Imp in Harlequin mask capers through the hallways
While my Muse LOL
Watching the Monkeys in my head tumbling on Freudian slips
Logic, poor think clerk adjusts his spectacles
Trying to balance the accounts
Before the return of the dark guests
Torturers of Kindness
Carrying Lethargy and Melancholy in their wake
Can I tap this strange energy?
To breathe upon Passion’s dying embers.
And fan the flames of Ambition

50th poem and beyond

I can’t believe it. I have now posted over 50 of my own poems on STC! I have also posted two new poems written while I was on a choir camp on Mount Tamborine. I am more than half way to my goal to write 100 poems (also including those ones I haven’t published on the blog).

Blasphemy against the bards of old and Iconoclastic Tendencies

The alpine air lends wings to my Muse’s ethereal flight..
Wait what conspires here?
My Muse is no old fashioned maid to flit among verdant blooms
She dreams of Boost Juice and Zumba
Stomps with the Wii Fit and dances to Video Hits
No heavenly angel that lightly treads
She makes her mark upon the world in Doc Martins
A pox on you Byron
A plague on you Keats
Shakespeare be gone
What care I for Dido, Titania, Oberon, Endymion & Apollo
You bards whose landscapes are overcrowded with Sylphs
Creepy Nymphs stalking unwary lovers
Men of their time living in the past
Public school boys using “Thou”, “Thy” and “Thee” as pick up lines
And still I fall back upon your graceless ease
You overly romantic self-pompous pedants
Infect me not with your insatiable appetite for nostalgia
Arrrgh!!!
The present will propel my pen

On the Mountain

I sit here to compose
Chilly in the mountain sun
Latent voices warming with the day
Power tools are a Death Metal concert next door
The winds shuffle meekly through the eucalypts
Mountain of the musical instrument
But no 60′s feel good hit plays here
Just Scandinavian pop plastic fantastic
Literal thoughts become miscast words
Quiet is the thunderous inner storm
While leaves crash to the ground with loud report
And yet the ink is not dry upon the page
Before the next letter makes it’s weary way onto the paper
Ghosts are playing on always distant piano
So discordant are theme and purpose
So lost are the broken verses
That the fool writing them
Can’t pick the right time to end

Here be Dragons – Part 6

Another stanza added to it seems ever expanding but really going nowhere poem ‘Here be Dragons’

Map decaying, my jaded eye surveying
That which ancient wise men drew
Symbols marking where bones lie sleeping
Of personal demons they cruelly slew

Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest

Carving with blunted purpose vines entangling
Snaking tendrils a lover’s fatal clasp
Shadows hiding are highwaymen waiting
Stealing from my greedy grasp

Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest

Sundial silhouetted by trickster Moon gleaming
Sextant bearing off to latitudes unroamed
Dragons plague the map rampant and roaring
Breath obscuring destinations unknown

Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest

Shaman trembling, Dragon bones in hand fortunes casting
Prophecies scything through fire lit shades
Arthur slumbering burnished blade in hand shimmering
Arcane light blinding as the eternal flame fades

Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest

Wolf voiced wind howls, sails rended tearing
St Elmos fire glowing, the ship at the whim of the wave
Leviathans thrashing in turbulent seas boiling
The Deep embraces those we neglected to save

Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest

Here be Dragons – Part 5

The poem continues. I seem to keep moving further into uncharted zones.

Map decaying, my jaded eye surveying
That which ancient wise men drew
Symbols marking where bones lie sleeping
Of personal demons they cruelly slew

Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest

Carving with blunted purpose vines entangling
Snaking tendrils a lover’s fatal clasp
Shadows hiding are highwaymen waiting
Stealing from my greedy grasp

Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest

Sundial silhouetted by trickster Moon gleaming
Sextant bearing off to latitudes unroamed
Dragons plague the map rampant and roaring
Breath obscuring destinations unknown

Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest

Shaman trembling, Dragon bones in hand fortunes casting
Prophecies scything through fire lit shades
Arthur slumbering burnished blade in hand shimmering
Arcane light blinding as the eternal flame fades

Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest

Winter in Brisbane

A little poem to celebrate the typical Winter day in Brisbane. Enhanced of course by the fact that the day was a Sunday.

Azure skies crystal clear blue
Sun a pulsing jewel in the glorious void

Winter in Brisbane

Late Brunch with velvet smooth coffee
A repast of bacon, eggs and comfortable discourse

Winter in Brisbane

Robbie Williams on the radio
Lethargic Cole Porter in the park

Winter in Brisbane

Early beer in the cool cloisters of the pub
Crowds amble through the warmth of the day

Winter in Brisbane

Afternoon shadows creep forward bearing cold promises
That chase us into cosier abodes

Winter in Brisbane

Here be Dragons – Part 4

The journey continues. I have completed another stanza. Another one or maybe even two to go.

Map decaying, my jaded eye surveying
That which ancient wise men drew
Symbols marking where bones lie sleeping
Of personal demons they cruelly slew

Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest

Carving with blunted purpose vines entangling
Snaking tendrils a lover’s fatal clasp
Shadows hiding are highwaymen waiting
Stealing from my greedy grasp

Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest

Sundial silhouetted by trickster Moon gleaming
Sextant bearing off to latitudes unroamed
Dragons plague the map rampant and roaring
Breath obscuring destinations unknown

Here be Dragons (working title) Part 3

I give you another stanza. Two more to go. Here is how it goes so far.

Map decaying, my jaded eye surveying
That which ancient wise men drew
Symbols marking where bones lie sleeping
Of personal demons they cruelly slew

Avalon ahead
Shangri-la behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest

Carving with blunted purpose vines entangling
Snaking tendrils a lover’s fatal clasp
Shadows hiding are highwaymen waiting
Stealing from my greedy grasp

Avalon ahead
Shangrila behind
Traveller misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest

Here be Dragons (working title) – 2

I have been doing a bit more work on this poem. It may make things a bit more difficult, but I have decided to write all of the stanzas in rhyming verse. This is not exactly a skill I have practiced. Anyway here is a bit more of ‘Here be Dragons’ with the first stanza and a switched around refrain.

Map decaying, my jaded eye surveying
That which ancient wise men drew
Symbols marking where bones lie sleeping
Of personal demons they cruelly slew

Avalon ahead
Shangri-La behind
Traveler misled
Paths to find
Here be Dragons
Lost in a Labyrinth
Caught at the Cross roads
Prisoner of the Quest