Sunday, 21 December 2025

#2184 - my mitzvah today

 


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my mitzvah today

 

tomorrow and next

 

to be myself, best as can

to try to know who I am

 

my mitzvah is for unbelief

not to accept any nonsense

 

not from white beard

not from old book

 

I know the whiff of hate

how it’s dressed

pretending holy holy

 

I know where we’re all from

we come from uncomfortable facts

 

I refuse to believe in evil

it always has to be someone

and that will never help

 

we are all people

none above another

 

other animals have had a raw deal

 

my mitzvah is to fly no flag

not to sing the song that brings the others down

 

not to swallow shit

just because power keeps a straight face

 

I know the whiff of hate

 

I refuse those demand

I must respect the fairies they favour

 

we all have a right to fool ourselves

but not to spread the poison

 

my mitzvah to witness the darkness

speak the light

not to believe

but spread this faith

 

not to worship

but to write the book

 

that’s what we’re here for


Saturday, 20 December 2025

#2183 - untitled until

 



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untitled until

ekphrastic for Shay Docking’s 1964 ‘Dark Harbour’

 

come up close to see

 

little square of shone oblong

 

a stone to somewhere mark demise

 

stain of grazing too

 

rotate day’s habits

 

trip at such a canvas height

 

it’s with the eye climbs

pile to distance

 

the village and its mountain

a fieldsrise transhumance

 

come close, look hard

you’ll see every way’s in

 

all is a door

 

some meadows could yet be cloud

there’s asphodel underworld

snow to fire peaks

 

see how a coathanger question hangs

to trick the windows here

 

on a day when no one’s home

mind sinks into this light 




Friday, 19 December 2025

#2182 - every hatred is subtly different

 


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every hatred is subtly different

 

if you see something that doesn’t look right

 

 

you may have experienced this before

in one form or another

you may have known victims

at least heard of them

 

it was all about their skin, their beliefs

the way they talk

sometimes it’s a book they read

or forgot to read

the company they keep

or something you just can’t remember

 

they’re not like me, they’re not like you

they’re not like US at all

 

something different you’d think

should make them interesting

 

but there seems to be a hatred

for just about any difference you could think of

especially for thinking differently

different habits, ways

… probably there are hatreds

for differences that wouldn’t occur to you

 

each hatred is subtly different

 

and let’s not get confused about this

you may have had some strong dislikes in your time

but this isn’t like how I feel about marmite

or pineapple on my pizza

it’s not like it’s too hot, humid today

 

I’m talking serious nasty

 

and however unreasonable

hate always has its reasons

 

people who hate typically have a legitimate grievance

in the sense that things are pretty shit for them

or for the ones they love

 

this could be quite geo-political

there’s the system … I’m thinking money here

climate’s a thing

like your house struck by lightning

on fire and floating away in the flood

or you’re just being ground down

by greedy bastards with good lawyers

whom you can never touch

 

but your hard core hater is short on

seeing the source of woes

not much on analysis

wants a shortcut

who’s to blame?

and it’s THEM

the ones with the funny hats, the pointy shoes

on the wrong end of the egg

 

 

it might be about someone has something

someone else thinks they ought to have

… a country for instance

this one is common

 

it’s often the case that people who steal

hate the people from whom they steal

it’s frequently difficult to tell where this got started

because it goes so far back

back before anyone could possibly remember

 

never underrate avarice, greed, covetousness

 

some people won’t even know that they’re doing it

and some will say it’s in THEIR  DNA

they did it to us

we have to

and so we go round again

 

hate becomes a compulsion

 

you may have seen this on the street

someone abusing somebody

somebody calling names

throwing fists or a knife comes out

 

you can see an aggressor

you can see a victim

sometimes hard to tell who’s who though

 

and it gets confusing

when the victims have victims

sometimes even the victims of the victims

can have victims

 

we can never rule this out

 

so it goes on

 

it happens often for instance

when you feel that your people have been murdered

by THEM, whoever they are

a family member would do the trick

father, mother, brother, sister, cousin, husband, wife

any of them killed in cold blood, locked up indefinitely

had their house bulldozed, even just lost a limb

been driven mad by torture

or something as simple as seeing a child blown to bits

the house just next door reduced to dust

with all your neighbours in it

 

these things have an impact

they can make almost anyone hate

 

you’d have to be a saint sometimes not to

 

it’s important to not make weapons available

to people with serious hate

 

and on the other hand

some will say but they need to defend themselves

 

there’s bay for blood

ask questions later

 

do you want to live in that kind of a place?

 

lately there have been some idiots quite lacking subtlety

say

‘we’ll just pass a law against this

that’ll do the trick’

 

‘we’ll wipe it out… we’ll exterminate hate’

 

exterminate doesn’t sound good

 

taking the guns away might be a better bet

don’t you think?

 

you may have seen it before

have had to deal with hate

have had hate spit in your face

trip you up, hurl slurs

 

and if not you then someone you love

maybe someone you love makes hate

 

if only we could draw a line under it

 

today is today

this is why you need to pay attention now

 

pay attention to the signs

 

like when you hear them snarling them a lot

 

when they say

bring me my pitchfork

feathers, tar, fire

lend me a noose or a knife

 

you have to be very sensitive

the worst haters may make the least noise

 

often they just won’t say

‘we’re about to throw the bomb now!’

‘we’re about to spray you with bullets!’

 

often they just won’t say

‘watch out!  we hate you! we’re coming for you NOW!’

 

but when you know the crisis is upon you

PLEASE!

make sure to provide your dear companion with a mask

before you put your own on

 

 

 I'm not naming any names but 

if you see something that doesn’t look right

it’s just this world we live in

 


Thursday, 18 December 2025

#2181 - devotional

 NUDE WITH CORAL NECKLACE -   BY AMEDEO MODIGLIANI


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devotional

ekphrastic for Modigliani’s 1917 ‘Seated Nude with Necklace’

 

eyes shut

its where the mind goes

and not the mind alone

 

behind closed eyes are others

anonymous as I

 

there’s face of one loved

a face behind the brush

of calculation, of concern

 

some days a street pours in

 

you don’t get away from this crowd

a roomful staring

 

least rudeness I achieve, eyes shut

 

you might not be able to see

what have I done

what will I do

 

there has been time till now

 

all acts are of memory

 

to count the beads a comfort

 

self-confession without the bones

 

this is between me and my making

 

it’s for someone looking in

it’s for us today

 

inspection of an attitude

everything points to

 

your privilege

it’s been paid for

 

you might not be able to see

but I think you think

you know what I think

 

I purse

 

I’m not thinking

I think I’m not

I think that I must be 



Wednesday, 17 December 2025

#2180 - poem from George Street on Biscuit Day

 


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poem from George Street on Biscuit Day

 

from dream to dream

many heads, each full

 

so many faces the one street is

 

they dart across

each a projectile

 

no one has ever told all the truth

 

things I do not recall

may have happened

 

the day bobbing up and down

 

there’s harbour through perspex

and puppy dog people get on

 

go to the zoo and feed no one

that’s good

 

did I mention the heart at all?

there’s your Christmas come

 

on Biscuit Day

the out-there real

and the in-here so

wash of bay sail shine

 

tin steady in the snail sky

 

tourist for this the while

 

the scale of mountains

has a snail in mind

juggernaut to ant

 

frail age

and in my own best mind

none other

 

swallow a Lear pill

 

there are these brief bursts of self

is how I carry on

 

medium biscuit at this point

 

time has its own urgency

 

the desert with the bilby

 

today really met Miss Platypus

plonks on, a nervous twitch  

makes my day, that one

 

and because you’re not bird

you see the other world’s reflected

we’re not there but see

 

to be with the world

is my headlong rush

and yet a world whirls by

 

haiku and senryu –

 

from one good leg

taking off

a gull and here’s the sea

 

get views!

marry a mountain goat

get used to climbing up stairs

 

one carries on in such a vein

to say ‘I am of Sydney’

always was, will

till I’m not

and pictures show the all before

did I mention the pictures?

my old friends

more of them later

 

 

a biscuit for every birthday

and all the in between!

 

at home it goes on –

bath, screen, bed

 

I, too, blow away

















Tuesday, 16 December 2025

#2179 - things fallen

 

 

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things fallen

Gore Cove Track Series

 

feather, leaf

 

the creatures tripped over themselves

 

rain and the creek to harbour

 

peace, post train roar

 

notes from the highest branches

 

there must have been mountain once

to tumble all this stone

 

that would be far before

 

all these things fallen

now soil

 

last light gone

and later

so fizzle in the atmosphere

 

it’s heaven’s stone

call a falling star

 

and what’s now dark of

 

next thing thought

the very idea

 

a crest

or certain shackles fallen

 

here’s foot fallen after foot

 

all things!

and thing itself

 

things fallen

as all will