Switzerland, Ecuador, what is the link?

‘tween southern hemisphere, high in the Alps,

They like some posts ’bout what I think,

Their comments kindly and sometimes help.

Verse gives cadence, thoughts generated,

Do words on random subjects matter?

Blogging, it’s so over rated,

Will this tripe see earth shatter?

From conjuring up life’s recollections,

Life’s lessons dissolve into the void.

But for succeeding generations,

These moments captured on android.

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Signing or sighing

I’m signing cos my app don’t work,

I’m Techno phobic and a dork

Soy, almond or double short black,

Decisiveness is what I lack.

Can’t sign an electronic copy,

My android software kinda sloppy.

I sign the paper form ok,

Then post it the old fashioned way.

This leaves me sighing for past days

When bills were paid in simple ways

When coins were passed to pay for beer,

Instead of hearing “just tap here”

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The Art Of Dog Walk – 1

By Derwent Estuary a southerly blows, its on my back,

Mid afternoon sunshine warms, on scoria track.

I shuffle on in tiny steps ahead of him

Arthritis now slows him, once full of vim.

I rest him there, and take a bench,

Squats over there, far from my stench

Dogs nasals sense, famously strong,

Perhaps he’s offended by my pong?

I ruminate with Vanessa Goodwin

At Howrah Rotary, she was a good’un,

Seagulls swoop and wheel while overhead,

I sense they’d like a feed of bread.

At first they miss then try again,

I duck and weave, shouting “ahem,”

Seagull farts, before shit lands,

Splattering on veins on back of hand

Hey ζ Buddy!

Gladys stoutly defended her position before the NSW Independent Commission Against Corruption into her behaviours as premier and her former roles as a Minister.

A neat commentary of this defence was provided by a retired assisting corruption commissioner Wheatley, QC. It’s worth a look! S’on YouTube in an interview with Sky News.

Berejiklian in a feisty, button down defence, sort to portray the image of a hard working, steely pollie, a no nonsense, straight laced personna.

Wheatley noted beyond the shady behaviours exposed, the scant regard to the parliamentary code of conduct was an important feature. He noted that parliamentary colleagues would have declared a close/intimate relationship, as existed between Berejiklian and MacGuire. Truth be known, the scoundrel MacGuire, when a Minister, was obliged under the code to declare.

With oratorical rhetoric, Gladys stood her ground, barely conceding the commissioner’s authority. My guess is she was advised by her current “boo,” Moses QC. Moses was her defence barrister at MacGuire’s earlier corruption hearing.

Great theatre!

For all of what she said, she said it best by saying nothing at all.

She didn’t think to register her relationship.

She’s a modern woman. “We had a close personal relationship.”

Yes, it was intimate occasionally, but he never meant nothing to me. Like we never met each other’s parents!

Aussie readers will know how “meeting the folks,” is a necessary requirement for formal bond formation from the teachings of Married At First Site.

He’s just a ζ buddy.

And that ain’t in the code!

Mako and Meghan

London, blind date, martinis and beer –

Dear star crossed college sweethearts fall in love,

For vulgar celebrity, the glitterati cheer. –

Near respectful press, coos like turtle dove.

Public cathedral garish pomp and tv ceremony,

in private she secedes from Nippon patrimony.

Parental scandals add to the couples’ troubles,

Doppelgangers for the other’s double.

Meghan grasps collapsing Windsor rubble,

Mako forgoes Reiwa era Imperial bubble,

In the West, publicity strains the bonds I fear?

But in the East true love, endures here.

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Solving Shadow Poetry

Valiantly I’ve tried, and yes, I failed.

A writing task I set myself.

Poetic forms ‘gainst which I’ve railed

Were best left on my upper shelf.

Traditional forms seen some before,

Didactic, Epitaph, Haiku and Sonnet

Rhymes and language from days of yore,

When gals wore crinoline and bonnet.

Invented forms a different task,

Trolaan , CinqTroisDecaLa, and LaCharta,

Querying the meter, then as I ask,

Rise on right cheek, let go a farta.

Solving verse forms is a puzzle,

Can 3-D Suduko really be solved?

Ultimately I gave up the hussle,

A 2-D Rubik un revolved.

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Where Is He*?

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T’is not a plea for blessed saviour,

The one lamented for troubled times.

I’d rather hear his misbehaviors,

In lilting doggerel and tortured rhymes.

Tried different verse at ShadowPoetry,

Found them complex and mathematical.**

I’m at a loss with learned sophistry,

Get fucked up and so ungrammatical.

T’is Mister Ormsby, whom I seek,

Somehwere At Large in Brexit Land,

His poetry ain’t read by geeks.

Its meaning safe from Shelley’s’ sand.

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..“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

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* or “Where the Bloody Hell Are You?” This ad was approved by the then chair of Tourism Australia Scott Morrison. This clown is currently Australia’s prime minister. See it here, or not at

** For EXAMPLE : The Epulaeryu poem is all about delicious food. It consists of seven lines with thirty-three (33) syllables. The first line has seven (7) syllables, the second line five (5), the third line seven (7), the fourth line five (5), the fifth line five (5), the sixth line three (3), and the seventh line has only one (1) syllable which ends with an exclamation mark. The form is 7/5/7/5/5/3/1. Seriously I ask myself wtf?