Trace

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, death, Formal poetry, Ghosts, poem, poetry, Shades

The creaking of his empty chair.
In dead of night, a muffled moan.
A faint footfall upon the stair.

And though I know he’s cold as stone,
And too, I know there’s no one there,
These sounds I hear when we’re alone.

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Rebound!

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Australian poet, big bang, Big Bang Theory, Eternal Recurrence, Friedrich Nietzsche, Nietzschean philosophy, poem, poetry, Rebounding Universe, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet

Big Bang to Crunch – a singularity
It is once more. How many billion years
Have passed? Now but a point, but can it be
A point? – time stops, and space it disappears,
As physics’ laws break down and matter smears
Deep in this place that holds the galaxies
Compressed. Gone for an instant, reappears
The light – as bang! – the tortured matter flees
Its cell – exploding like a swarm of bees
Released from the confinement of their hive.
And what or who, in that split second frees
The future stars and suns, men still will strive
To know, here on this obscure planet Earth –
What force drives life, and death, and then….rebirth?

Slavish

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Australian poet, cause and effect, epigram, Friedrich Nietzsche, Master Slave Morality, poem, poetry

I am a slave and so I have a slave morality.
You have a slave morality and so you are a slave.

Crunch!

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Australian poet, Dark matter, Heat Death of the Universe, poem, poetry, Singularity, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, The Big Crunch

So comes the end – expansion ceases now;
All heat has died; all matter is stone cold.
It’s reached as far as its laws will allow;
Now gravity, attractive force, takes hold.
For what seemed an eternity it rolled
Forever outward – now it is reversed.
For all things must return, when they are old,
To where they once began – so all are cursed.
From just a speck it into being burst;
Now to that point its body must return.
To that elusive place before the first
Fraction of time and space, now it must turn
And race – all matter, stuff of stars, to there
Must hurtle – every atom, to nowhere.

Bang!

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Big Bang Theory, Creation of the Universe, Formal poetry, poem, poetry, Singularity, sonnet, Universe

It starts – the birth of matter, time and space,
As silently, expanding gases roar.
Towards a far infinity they race.
From just a speck, a tiny point, they pour
White hot – the cosmic building blocks, the raw
Materials that swirl and then condense
To blazing suns and planets. And from core
To crust, each body, tiny or immense,
Each boiling ball of rock or gas so dense –
All came, each one, from just a single place;
From there they came, or nowhere, in a sense;
Yet now these wonders would the Heavens grace.
The Universe was made in such a way,
And too, its laws – and these it must obey.

The Slaves

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Australian poet, Australian traditional poetry, Beyond Good and Evil, Communism, Envy, Friedrich Nietzsche, Master Slave Morality, poem, poetry, Radical socialism, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet, Will to Power

A wise man wrote that men are mostly slaves
Who envy all who have, while they have not.
Until the ones who have, rest in their graves,
The uber-slaves within the herds will plot.
The slaves don’t wish to rise – it is their lot
To be ignoble, but they must bring low
The master, and his works – his honour blot.
They’d strike this stronger man a mortal blow;
A thrust to pierce his body from below.
The higher man on their bowed heads would bleed,
And so his wealth unto the slaves would flow;
For what he calls his wealth, the slaves call greed.
Afflicted by their slave morality,
They seek no pathway to nobility.

A Parting Sonnet

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Australian poet, hypocrisy, Petrarchan sonnet, poem, poetry, selfishness, sonnet

I hope that you can see why I must act.
I’ve searched my soul – I’ve given it much thought;
Night after night, with demons I have fought.
As for advice – well that I haven’t lacked;
Most lend support; by some I’ve been attacked.
To stop me – I know that is what he sought –
That man – I put his interest at naught;
He has no claim – you’re mine and that’s a fact!
So I’ve decided – oh please understand!
It’s with regret that I must let you go,
Before you see the world – before you cry.
It’s cruel I know, but I must make a stand.
And though this is for you a fatal blow,
For my sake you must go…and so…goodbye.

Discarded Gods

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Ancient Greece, Australian poet, Greek Gods and Godesses, Greek Mythology, Mount Olympus, Petrarchan sonnet, poem, poetry, sonnet

On high Olympus Zeus waters his plants.
His garden blooms; he blows away the snow.
Apollo’s firing arrows from his bow,
As Hera, washing done, hangs out her pants.
Poseidon, Shaker of the Earth, just rants;
He can’t get used to life laid-back and slow.
He longs to plunge into the sea below,
And knows that one fine day he’ll get the chance.
Hung-over, Dionysus grunts and groans,
While Hestia, hearth bound, clears out cold ash.
Vain Aphrodite puts her makeup on,
While razor-sharp, his spear-tip, Ares hones.
The smith Hephaestus gives hot bronze a bash.
They’re out of fashion – but they haven’t gone.

Oh no, they haven’t left the mountain top.
Up on those cloudy heights they still reside;
Wait patiently for what The Fates decide.
On fertile slopes, grows high, Demeter’s crop;
The heavy heads of grain she soon will lop.
And Hermes, fleet of foot, still travels wide;
As exercise, the god won’t be denied.
Athena, helping Hera, wields a mop,
As Artemis heads off to hunt for deer;
Her quiver and her bow across her back.
Hephaestus is still making lots of noise,
And Dionysus downs another beer.
Zeus gazes down on Greece, gone to the pack,
And smiles at the obtuseness of his toys.

Afterwards

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Abortion, Australian poet, couplets, poem, poetry, remorse

Oh true, it is a bloody game;
But I am now absolved of blame.

And children, they can be such pests!
Why not expel unwelcome guests.

It would have stifled my career!
I have a cold – that’s not a tear.

I did the right thing – all my friends
Agree…… so that is how it ends.

Nietzscheisms 1

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Australian poet, Beyond Good & Evil, couplets, Friedrich Nietzsche, Master morality, poem, poetry, Slave morality

The Greeks and the Romans had fun,
Till of gods they were left with but one.

The Romans found out who was boss –
Christianity one shouldn’t cross.

In the journey from birth to the grave,
If you only have faith you’re a slave.

You’re a master or you are a slave.
If the latter, you’d better behave.

You must base all belief on the word,
If you wish to be one of the herd.

Slave morality will keep you low,
But it’s easy to go with the flow.

Oh, master morality’s hard!
You’re exceptional – be on your guard.

Beyond good and evil? – who can
Be that? I don’t know – superman?