Beneath my floor

 Look beneath my fault and floor.

Meet someone else behind my door.

Susan

For me you’ve been a tree

Standing tall and strong

Stretching out to reach 

Me in my stricken song

Jack-built

This is my house that Jack built

I'm not racked with guilt by the cracked tilt

My back is not wilted by the black silt

Though this is a house on a shack stilt

Neeping my kerve

I’ve got a lead deg

I can’t marely bove

But I’m stread hong

With prothing to nove

Holidays

Lizards

Bees

Plants

Trees

Like Pooh

One day off

(I forgot too

Until the night before)

The Bookbook

Oh no! So sad!

I’ve finished my book

I took as long as I could

I’m lost, I’m cooked!

Care less

I should care less

My distress is useless

I should get used to us

Samwise

Motivation

My devotion to myself

Has long stagnated 

Legless Wonderer

No single sclerosis
Is scarring my brain
Just one diagnosis
I’m going insane

Unkarchered territory

Mixer mitosis

Stinky my bean

Qwok home syndrome

Topsy between

Birthday Dave

Data Dave

Is very brave

He battles the numbers

And never blunders

Unholme syndrome

You wanted me no more 

My brokenness was rife

You clutched the kids you bore 

It’s me you unadore

Summer

Blue skies

Green grass

Sun shines

Days last

Testing One Two

Testing 1, 2

It’s covered my shoe 

Testing 3, 4

My knees are sore

Testing 5, 6

My waist is in bits

Testing 7, 8

My chest is dead weight 

Testing 9, 10

My neck is at an end

Testing 11, 12

My head’s on the shelf

Bottled Bee

Would you muzzle a humming bird

To hear it sing no more

Would you bottle a honey bee

To taste no more toffee

Bush Walking

Sleeping Beauty

Cradle Bed

Cathedral Nap

Dreamy Head

Some things

A bug on a wall

An ant in a hole

A bee on a bush

Your very own soul

Yes today

Yesterday 

All my troubles seemed they’re here to stay

Now it looks as though they’re far away

Oh, I believe

In yes to day 

Not headed for Town

There is a staring stair

That winds its way to me

If you but wanted it

Turn and look and see

Winding straight

May your track wind straight

May your hill always climb

May your river keep flowing

May you get there on time

September first

Happy spring

Happily sing

Spring out of bed

Sing off your head

A time to heal

Do you want me to be silent

Do you wish I’d close my heart

Do you want me to be private

Like when you drove me part

Bigga bogga

Bigga bogga 

Bigga bogga 

Bigga bogga boo

My little Brudda did a

Big fat ... [poo]

Home at heart

Happy husband

And father of four 

My work and toil

Is rarely a bore

Liji Beau

Liji, Liji Beau

Liji, Liji Beau

Where does all the food go?

Liji Beau

Whoopsy toopsy

Whoopsy toopsy

Bobbily boo

I done a big poopsy

And missed the loo

Couch Joey

 Cloud sack baby

Flops on a couch

Wants to be a wallaby 

In his Mother’s pouch

Silly Dad

Silly Daddy

Smelly socks

Naughty Daddy

Hairy jocks

Not a lot

 

I’m trying

That’s for sure.

I’m giving

All I’ve got.

A-merry-cana

Cool bananas 

Warm Bahamas 

Silly lamas 

Serious farmers

Bono

There once was a little dog Bono

Who to every question would answer “dunno?”

Anymore

“Don’t blow me any kisses”

You don’t want them anymore 

You loathe my little raspberries 

“Don’t blow them at the door”

Falling

Silly me sacrificing

Everything for thee

When all along I’m slaving

For naught but else than me

My Bread

The bread that feeds the will

Gives life to mortal me

The Lord the Word is still

Made flesh for all to see

Eaglehawk Neck

Eaglehawk Neck

Falconkite Lip

Tunaseal Leg

Jellyshark Hip

Gallery

Suddenly I’m standing

In an open gallery 

It looks to be expanding 

Much more than I can see

The Agony

The inner loss of losing you

Despite my love and plea

There is no greater agony

Than to lose your love for me

Longtime Walkabout

Bin up there walkabout 

Long time 

Bin lookin an thinkin

Long time

Wet and Wandering

Whither will I wander

In this weather well

Well will l wonder

Whether I be well

Burning

The ground is cracked

And baking bare

I stagger forward

Not knowing where

I head toward

This fatal day

On which I hoard

My deep dismay

Wannabeget

Woebegone tired

And worse for wear

I’m under the weather

With a Wobbegong stare

Night Alone

The day is gone

The night is home

I pray and mourn

And wait alone

Marigold Winter

My hens have stopped laying 

My bees only linger

My skinks are hibernating 

It’s past time for winter

Mercenary Love

You wanted me for what I could give you

You needed me just to make it through

You loved me for the promise of lifestyle

You went along with my big boy smile

Dancing

A starling murmuring

Pirouettes in flight 

A chattering of wing

Swooping round in fright 

Idol of my Heart

Supermassive black hole

Orbiting with all my soul

Spiralling galaxy

Falling in endlessly 

Trust and not just Tries

I want to write a poem

To put my mind at ease

I’m not like Jeroboam 

I’ve started keeping bees

Left to Be

You can’t love an empty shell

I’ve got no spark you see

You’ve tried much more than I can tell

You’re loathed and so lonely

The Sunset

The golden sun was sinking in the West,

And as it did so its brilliant colours glared in the eyes of a little child.