Category Archives: Poetry

Society Online Has Its Villages Too

Great site.

The Neighborhood

There exist a Society Online that remains undiscovered, yet are doing things that may contribute to a more civil, peaceful society, through beauty, art, activism or sure presence of self. Season V sets off on a journey of knowledge & discover to make contact with other neighborhoods like ours. .

“It takes a village to raise a child.” – Igbo and Yoruba (Nigeria) Proverb

As we approach Opening Day of The Neighborhood’s 5th Season, the only limitations, even the most original and imaginative collaborative of artists cannot conquer, is its value in the minds of its supporters, fans, friends, family and the performers, that have benefited from its stage.

(name, city & The Neighborhood show/post)
Shrestha Bibash, Kathmandu Nepal, Mark Safe: Eyes on Nepal & Young Black  Men
Marla Davis, Denver Colorado, The Lives We Live,  A Star is Born
John Akers, Los Angeles California, A Star is Born

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Ode to Sylvia Plath – c. Kate Whiteoak 2002

I know I’m no Sylvia Plath, sitting alone in the dark

waiting for my man to come home

trapped in a time warp by love

in love with the dream of my death

 

My life couldn’t be more mundane

safe on the sofa at night, cat snuggled up by the fire

man on his favourite chair

the TV a constant companion

the bed a welcoming friend

 

But at times I awake in the night

when my partner is sleeping beside me

and my heart is frozen with fear

and I feel so alone in the dark

that I know how she felt at the end

when she snuffed out her life like a light

c. Kate Whiteoak, 2002

Sylvia Plath's grave at Heptonstall church, We...
Sylvia Plath’s grave at Heptonstall church, West Yorkshire, England. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sixto Rodriguez – Street Boy

Performing with his back up band at The Corner...
Performing with his back up band at The Corner Hotel, Melbourne. April 8, 2007. From left to right:Jim Kelly, Greg Lyon and Rodriguez (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have just watched the documentary on Rodriguez on Foxtel  (Searching  for Sugar Man) which was really uplifting.  He seems like a really authentic human being, humble and really happy with his lot in life.  This is a great song and clip from the doco.  I still love his song ‘Sugar Man’ just as much today as I did in the 70s.

Street boy
You’ve been out too long
Street boy
Ain’t you got enough sense to go home
Street boy
You’re gonna end up alone
You need some love and understanding
Not that dead-end life you’re planning
Street boy

You go home but you can’t stay
Because something’s always pulling you away
Your fast hellos and quick goodbyes
You’re just a street boy
With the streetlights in your eyes
You better get yourself together
Look for something better

Street boy
You’ve been out too long
Street boy
Ain’t you got enough sense to go home
Street boy
You’re gonna end up alone
You need some love and understanding
Not that dead-end life you’re planning
Street boy

Your sister says that every week
You just come home to eat and go to sleep
And you make plans you never keep
Because your mind is always in the streets
You better get yourself together
Look for something better

Street boy
You’ve been out too long
Street boy
Ain’t you got enough sense to go home
Street boy
You’re gonna end up alone
You need some love and understanding
Not that dead-end life you’re planning
Street boy

There’s one last word then I’ll conclude
Before you pick up and put on your attitude
Bet you’ll never find or ever meet
Any street boy who’s ever beat the streets

Street boy
Street boy
Street boy
Street boy
Street boy
Street boy

You Said You’d Always Love Me- c. Kate Whiteoak 2013

You said you’d always love me, you said you’d always care

You said you loved my pretty face, my ankles and my hair

You said we’d be together until the end of time

But you didn’t say that all of this was just another line

I saw you at the movies with the girl from down the block

Your arm was round her shoulders, it gave me quite a shock

I followed you to her house and when you went inside

I sat down on her front step and desperately I cried

But now I’m feeling better and lighter once again

I posted you a letter and told you of my pain

I posted one to her as well, and told her of your lies

Now you’re the one who’s all alone

And she’s the one who cries.

cryinggirl

The Lure of the Limerick

English: Edward Lear, illustration for "T...
English: Edward Lear, illustration for “The Owl and the Pussycat” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have always held a great affection for the Limerick.  Recently I came across some attempts that my daughter Lisa and I made at this old form using family members as subjects.  Edward Lear has always been a great proponent of the Limerick since he published his First Book of Nonsense in 1845.  I love his Owl and the Pussycat.

 

There once was a woman called Katharine

Who was a hermaphrodite African

She played the gazoo

In Woolloomooloo*

And drank saffron-spiced tea from a pannikin

(* Wooloomooloo is an old inner suburb of Sydney)

 

A funny old geezer called Rod

Whose  behaviour was really quite odd

Would go quite beresque*

If you went near his desk

Or anywhere else near his bod.

(*beresque is Australian slang for berserk.  It means injuriously, maniacally or furiously violent or out of control; berserk.)

 

I once met a fellow called Jake

Who could charm the skin off a snake

He lived every day

In a disciplined way

From the moment he first was awake.

 

A feisty young lady called Lisa

Who was really a bit of a teaser

Had men everywhere, 

Some were straight, some were queer,

But not one poor geezer could please her! 

Edward Lear
Edward Lear (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Once Upon a Silly Sausage

Once upon a silly sausage

Sitting in the morning sun

Drinking lots of lovely coffee

Nibbling on a finger bun

Saw a large and lumpy lizard

Lying on his lonely log

Toasting toes in lovely sunshine

Gazing off with eyes agog

Pondering upon his musings

Suddenly I heard him say

“Take your bun and bugger off

You’re ruining the lovely day.”

Kate Whiteoak  c.  2012

Collard lizard cotaphytus collaris

 

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The Night is Dark

When sun has gone and warmth has left the earth

And night calls up the moon to light our way

I sit and feel the stillness in the air

After the madness of my busy day

And still my veins are burning hot as fire

Although you’ve gone and left me with my grief

And yet I feel the remnants of desire

That lovely and still unforgiving thief

The night is dark as velvet overhead

The air is thick with sorrow and regret

And still I sit and shun my lonely bed

And ponder on the things I should forget

The love I had, and lost, and left behind

The joys of family, friends now far away

The memories that flitter through my mind

Will haunt me now until the break of day

Kate Whiteoak    c.  2012

An interesting image of the night sky with a l...
An interesting image of the night sky with a lone sun cutting through the clouds. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I wrote this poem today.  I started out with the phrase “The night is dark” in my head, and sat and waited for some inspiration to come from there.   It did not take long before an idea came to me and this poem evolved.  I would appreciate any feedback or comments.