Poetry

THINGS THAT GO "BUMP" IN THE NIGHT The comet was heading for Earth To impact directly on Perth: "Unless we avoid This death planetoid, Our lives aren't a plugged nickel worth." Too large to deflect it astray If even they ...

A New Etiquette "One stall for all" is a new scenario for Wilbur. Thanks to his wife, he knew   in the past the right thing to do but now he doesn't know what "one stall for all” calls for    after he’s ...

Checkpoint Lurching, they bluster – ghouls into the chasm. Fierce lava, blowing, nullifies their fall And dissipates harsh gravity’s concussion, Forces a seething screen of phoenix cowardice, Leaping to swell Into a fresh, mendacious crust, Tripping and throttling the led ...

A RESTFUL MIND (By Joseph Cavera) After so many days Of laying one’s hands to work One searches the many ways That duties can be skipped and shirked At these particular times When the inside of one’s eyelids Holds the ...

When we touch tentatively, kiss gently, vow to understand and love better, feel so much passionate remorse that we pour it out in streams of tears and caresses, apologise for our respective actions in the fight, and put things right, ...

FOR MEDICINAL USE ONLY When Medici once ruled the roost, To Renaissance they gave a boost In Florence, town of Tuscany, By prompting minds to wander free. To God no longer gave their vow, But Greeks and Romans lured them ...

THE LINT LIMERICK (By Joseph Cavera) There once was a swordsman named Link Who wore everything from light blue to pink He unsheathed his sword As he confronted a demon horde Who beat him with clubs in a wink Ganondorf ...

Bob’s Terminal Bay Wracked by cancer, Bob Marley told his friend, “It’s not me, Camille.” No, it’s never me when self-determination’s at an end. For, navigating pain, you cannot see but knots ahead. And you’re preoccupied with hoisting sails against ...

Siblings   Her laughter breaks your fold, wedding you to your primal joy. Your extremes keep tune with her emotions, setting them close to yours and your canvas of sharp colours. She has no veil. You have no hidden chamber, ...

LETTING GO (By Joseph Cavera) There I was, just standing there, when what I wanted to do was forbidden- by law, no less. The opportunity was there, lying before me, in an instance I would not be graced with again ...