#2177 - Bondi (hate's day)

 

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Bondi

hate’s day again

 

we tried to sweep it under the rug

hoped hate would go away

 

but the deep rage rises

 

amazing how many would die for their hate

 

hate flies its flag

it sings its song

 

the words are easy to remember

the words are ‘kill kill kill’

 

hate’s hidden in the cracks all this time

 

it was in a little harmless joke

a casual aside

 

some thing said how we know about ‘them’

not even a wink

just a silence will do

 

now here’s hate’s great ugly head

oh and hate keeps cool

it plots

won’t say a word

 

hate’s coming for us

hate won’t be long

 

better get out of hate’s way

 

hate spits in your face

 

hate sprays its poison

hate hardly needs to take aim

 

loves a knife and a gun

needs no words

 

hate is a long way past that  

 

hate’s favourite thing is death

if hate sings, that’s what hate sings

 

hate wants to be more

salutes itself

 

hate’s always watching out for joy

   for love, for signs of friendship

   for healing, for hope

 

hate has a nose for these

they inflame  

hate really has a passion

never takes a holiday

 

hate’s been always brewing

 

hate laughs at your tears

 

hate says

‘it’s hate made us’

‘this will never end’

 

hate always has the evidence

 

can you imagine the loss makes such hate?

how far hate has come to be here?

 

who will hear when hate’s condemned?

is that a front page headline?

no!

hate’s always in the news

 

did you know

hate doesn’t care who you are

what you do

?

 

hate won’t hear your reasons

it doesn’t want an argument

 

they’ll say it’s in the DNA

an attack of hate confirms all suspicions

 

hate sprays bullets

hate throws bombs

hate’s cool, calm

 

‘eye for an eye’ hate says

it loves to take down innocents

infant blood’s hate’s favourite

 

hate calls itself righteous and just

 

hate lurks, it stalks

 

you’re just minding your own business

just going along

 

turns out these are acts of bravery 

 

hate waits

hate is waiting for its maximum moment

 

hate knows where we live

 

and hate’s day comes

can’t ignore it anymore

 

then how can we turn the sea of hate back?

how do we stand together?

 

all these big words are said at the time

 

we’ll zap hate with our laser ray

we’ll hate hate back

we’ll wipe hate from the face of the place

 

deep down we all know none of this works

 

what does not kill hate make hate great

 

you’d like to put the cork back in the bottle

 

throw hate into the sea

but it’s all one ocean

won’t hate wash up somewhere?

 

seems like pretending won’t do the trick

 

love has been suggested

and listening

and acceptance

the offering of the open hand

the face to face

and eye deeps seen

 

it’s like we’re all being asked

                   as one

 

‘what are we going to do?’

#2176 - sing!

 

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sing!

 

sing out!

sing along!

 

just sing!

you won’t know the words till they come

 

take a heart a head apart

 

gone to be here

here to be gone

 

with without apt instrument

plenty to sing about

 

everywhere’s the place to be

 

tune’s a free run with the chords

 

admit we’ve all been improvised

 

lithe of limb sing

stretch tonsil toes

undo woes

 

sing over and under and on!

 

anon

and I mean anyone can should will

 

it’s all for the pain for the love

                 for the fact

 

sing for sun and moon and stars

a song for the wash up sea

 

that’s rhythm!

 

and not forgetting tap your feet

harmonica tracks

the rattling

and a cradle rock

 

throw in a few thunder claps

 

not for a gong

but the joy of the thing

 

from the lungtops too –

what a view!

 

all sing!

 

between all the pauses – a song  

#2175 - the daily practice

 

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the daily practice

for wise surprise

 

as much mocked by the muse attendees

 

 

go with the first thing that comes into a head

and the next and thereafter

then furiously and no ‘until…’

 

keep on with what comes

 

THINK – I’m not making any THING here

 

it’s like twigs to a pile

might be a fire

or somebody’s home

 

much the same

 

you’re piling up bricks

you’re building a cubby

climb in

 

it’s in real time

(you will have noticed that)

 

worry about later later

 

come from your corner

stretch out

 

become phenomenon

 

who cares if anyone’s watching or not

you’re doing this just to be

 

it’s vent and invent

 

sun stars and

it’s not just the world to turn

you whirl too!

 

try auto-pilot

 

make your pile

then who knows later …

 

later’s for then

 

first thing

must be head down at it

otherwise it’s a fail

 

you won’t get breakfast unless

keep going

 

just keep filling up the page

turn over

 

loose leaves

 

we all come from the dream

so return

 

how brief the little light we give

 

if to escape these words

#2174 - surrounded by the things to survive me

 

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surrounded by the things to survive me

 

consider the stone unbroken

a reach of branches into night

 

think of the nest and who’s there

stars, their planets, moons unseen  

 

clocks of the beyond

an invoice, a receipt

 

this creek not everyone has

 

and under all

the whirr and tumble

 

dull roar of the mirror itself

 

walls and fire

pictures of nothing

 

words scattered about

and mind how we go

 

the tripwire

and the ladder yet

 

favourite colours

spur of the moment

 

a cloud at the time of my vanish

 

all just a guess, you know

 

#2173 - time is everywhere at once

 

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time is everywhere at once

 

few see this

 

it goes unnoticed because it’s gone

because it’s yet to come

 

it’s on our hands

precurses, survives

 

its full extent cannot be known

 

time is some heavy machinery

grinds bones

 

yet often beg for more

 

pens down!

or here’s the finishing line

 

have we not waited for it?

counted on it?

was it not always here?

 

for this for that

 

it’s a hill to climb

 

was once upon

 

it’s where we disappear

 

#2172 - touch wood

 

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touch wood

unnatural disasters

 

day burns

there’s a clearing

the wind changes

 

we’re not out of the woods yet

in fact you can’t see them for the trees

or it’s the other way round

 

far crackle and snap and pop

 

day burns

and the fire is for us

 

we got used to it not being dry

thought we lived in the rain

thought the world all green

 

now it’s as if sky were falling

 

touch wood

there’s plenty just here

 

not so much in the wider world

problem’s everywhere

 

it’s personal, this doom

of all the years built till

 

there’s a corner of the head thinks

we’ll yet be saved

as if death wouldn’t come to us all

and to all things

 

to be gone is where we’re going

we’re naked at the flame

the star’s too close

too late to run

it used to be just fate

now it’s all our own work too