Category Archives: poetry

Drinking Dec-ade


Collecting ripened decs
Then squeezing their juice,
Adding honey to taste
Making cups of decade.

Yet decs are rare
And in my life I
Have found just eight.
Each greedily drunk.

I have found too late
Decades should be sipped,
Not gulped down whole
As I seem to have done.

JEMcL June 2019

Rage Rage Against the Lying of the Right


First written in 2014. Time for a re-visit.

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After the Unlosable Election


Some Early Morning Chicken Sounds


I scawled this back in 2006. I think it is worthy of a re-run.

EARLY MORNING CHICKEN SOUNDS

The early morning chicken sounds
Mix gently with my coffee grounds
So ears and tastebuds waken while
My face breaks open with a smile

I have survived another night
And now can glory in the sight
Of growing trees and flowing stream
Now knowing life is not a dream.

One day I know I will not wake
Yet from this life I know I’ll take
The early morning chicken sounds
Mixed gently with some coffee grounds.

Evening in the City



Something from the past.

City Sunset

After a clear blue day some whispery clouds had blown in
There was just a little sunset red left above the city skyline.
Tall buildings were beginning to show their night-time finery,

Replacing the waving eucalyptic green of the trees.
The busy road traffic was tiring and outside the frame
The river ripples, reflecting the evening’s new darkness.

Moonrise is hours away and the stars are too far.
An Earth-bound firmament will suffice
To show me my city for the next few hours.

JEMcL, Dec, 2006

Icebergs


ICEBERGS

Icebergs separating
From the primeval glacier mouth
Lonely, cold, trapped
By currents moving south.
Lifelessly, thoughtlessly, drifting.

We are bodily torn
Screaming into the pitiless silence
forever alone now.
Beginning a fruitless dance
To death from our mother’s womb.

Icebergs melting down
Releasing moisture to the world
Raining, slaking, mingling.
No current has us enfurled.
How and when will we melt?

J.E.McL jun1977

Arboreal Stripper


Sometimes it takes me a while to see what I have in the images I take.

Image from 2011, Words from just now.