Colony--from Latin colonial, via colons ‘the farmer’ from colure ‘to cultivate’.

the politics of age is a nasty old sage that nature rejects

while the intellect perfects with concepts of veneration

where the pensioner accepts what’s left of mechanization beyond the range of superannuation

-where the purpose of success lies beneath the nature of regeneration, like need and want a colony of succession is established through an act of implementation,…

Partners

moving forward

Out of the mix

Into the crowd

with the plastic bits

of the finger tips

critically engaged

at this early stage

this emotional age

with the screen

the street seam

kurbing the landscape

with the bitumen strip

inside the chip

the connection

engaged

with velvet hits

the emotion fits

the limousine trips

and language tips

ribbons of…

Thylacine time.

 In the landscape of language on a warm summer’s day, a stream of consciousness flows through the fields of emotion the warm sun penetrates. There is much life here ducks and wallabies sport on the edge of what is and what maybe yesterday or sometime. 

Among the rushes standing tall in the still air a platypus basks. The creature exists for a million years without raising a question of identity, language, or invention with the one exception: a hungry thylacine…

to the season a fig tree barks with verdant persistence on

a shapeless sharp stone knoll

it's hot on this dry desiccated morning

What other disasters slide to ground beneath her roots into black depths in pursuit of levity

They all know I’m 75% water, to linger may sate my curiosity and quench their thirst

This blanched ground grips her fauna,

Forcing it to ground between raised limestone rolls and tumbles

the cycads gather in the…

In The Antipodes talk of war is easy and fitting, as it is here as it was in the beginning, and with these words becomes the rhythm, the drumbeat and the gossip even after the blood is long ago drained away and replaced by the bronze of the Palaeolithic age, as if the electricity of a nation is forged in the furnace of news far away from these marsupial shores in the fields of Flanders and France and over there on Turkish beaches and over there in the jungles beyond the straits and over…

The Lost Boys

A nation celebrates the mourning of closets and vacuums

peppering the horizon, 

with deadly uniformity

no mans land

beyond cellular perception created with oblivion

exemplifying teamwork as the authority best qualified to evolve into culture.

yet for those who don’t live the war

comfort the dark rage of ceremony, the lost boys of Canterbury, a taciturn bugle laying waste the cylinders…

A bull called Calvary,

In the depths of winter Calvary seeks refuge underground

far from the howl sweeping the land’s frozen surface with the low battering void.

In earth

The dark labyrinth is warmer here than the cave mouth

and a different world

The two brothers Altamira and Pech Merle creep within the light of the fire stick that makes the path between knowing and that, which is not

their shadows move beyond the…

The Lost Boys

A nation celebrates the mourning it’s pressures and vacuums with khaki uniformity

tempering the horizon, 

where no man is evident

beyond

a cellular perception exemplifying teamwork as the authority best qualified to evolve into culture.

And for those who don’t live the war

enjoy the dark rage of Easter’s ceremony, of the lost boys,…

I am the landscape I posses, one hundred and
forty characters at best, the landscape an object to test, when fifteen minutes of fame persist,
leaping onto my gift, makes me a poet I guess,

hope is my landscape today;

all the best.

Thanks for you welcome Adrian.I think poetry is good and fundamental to healthy gums. I hope I have something to say about wildlife particularly. And what could be more poetic than a fox in the hen house? Or snails of the window sill, and allow me to introduce mould in the shower recess. There is so much wildlife going on around us that we need to take stock occasionally and weigh up the relationship. With out wilderness we are nothing and never have been. I'm especially keen on elephants.…