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The Currawong and the Owl

The Currawong and the Owl
An illustrated children's book
written by The Poet Mj (Includes postage and handling world-wide)

Price(AUD): $15.00

The Spoken Word by The Poet Mj

The Spoken Word
A CD of 16 tracks of poems in MP3 format
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(zip download - 60MB)

Price(AUD): $10.00

Words By Me by The Poet Mj

Words By Me
A book of poems written by The Poet Mj (Includes postage and handling world-wide)

Price(AUD): $20.00

Compact Sayings Ebook by The Poet Mj image
Compact Sayings
A selection of sayings
written by The Poet Mj
(pdf download)

Price(AUD): $10.00

My Halo Poetry EBook by the Poet Mj image

My Halo Poetry
A selection of poems
written by The Poet Mj
(pdf download)

Price(AUD): $10.00





Poverty breeds entrapment.

It sucks you dry of pride.

Its bone marrow is toxic,

a cancer chemical agent

called poverty.


It clambers up your back and

sits like a demon, perched

on your shoulder

with no lack of grace

it hisses – “You loser!”

“You nobody!”


Poverty breeds

Social isolation


Living without.


By  Mj  ©

Shortest Story Ever

Ernest Hemingway was lunching at Luchow’ with a number of writers and claimed that he could write a short story that  was only six words long.  Of course, the other writers balked.  Hemingway told each of them to put ten dollars in the middle of the table; if he was wrong, he said, he’d match it.  If he was right, he would keep the entire pot.  He quickly wrote six words down on a napkin and passed it around;


“For sale:

Baby shoes. Never worn.”

E. Hemingway ©

He won!


Mj’s attempts at a six word story.  ©

  1.  The gun smoked.  President fell dead.
  1.  Red button pressed.  Armageddon unleashed.  Fini.
  1.  Ad:  Sale Matching Wedding Rings, Ph. 1234 5678.


Symbiotic Relationship



Symbiotic  Relationship

A  persona  poem  by  The  Poet  Mj  ©


I  move  among  the  Giant’s  feet

singing,  whistling  my  food  song  of  thanks

no  more  famine  when  you  are  around

stamping  the  ground  in  great  quakes  of  vibration

like  the  ‘Horse  God’  of  old

who  made  all  horses  from  its  thundering  hooves

running  through  the  air  in  a  winter  cloak.


And  you  one  of  these  Demigods  –

Provider  –  come  stomp  upon  the  earth

and  up  comes  food  from  your  wake

honey  nectar,  morsels  sweet  for  my  beak

caught  with  a  flit  of  the  wings,  quick  and  silent

feeding  my  life  and  so  I  sing  my  thanks  to  you

O’  Great  One,  under  thy  feet.






Poem of Address  by  The  Poet  Mj  ©

Sculptures  name:  Quiet  Victory

Sculptor:  Craig  Medson  2007


O’  Beautiful  Statue!

“Majestic  Wing”  that  soars  above  volcanic  rock.

See  how  you  curl  and  twist

the  imagining  of  shapely  forms  exists  –





Babylon  Lion

Persian  Protector

Celtic  Phoenix

Druid’s  Creature

God’s  Angel


How  you  soar  above  the  earth

wing  tipped  over  the

shadowy,  glazed,  grey  sky.


Pink  hue  and  white  limestone,

dug  out  of  the  earth’s  recesses.


Tear  drops  of  Saints  clean  you

on  this  rugged  mountain  range.

The  rock  of  ages.


How  I  admire  you,  each  visit.

I  watch  you  age  in  beauty’s  change.


O’  Sculptor,  I  see  block,  chisel,  hammer.

And  flints  of  rock,  falling  at  your  side.


Your  image  is  raised  up,

As  form

It  sits  on  high

A  place  of  tourist  worship.


And  then  in  silence  –

I  am  drawn  into  quiet  reflection  –

Through  you.


I  come  to  see  you

I  think

I  question

I  lay  eyes  of  wonder  on  your  form.


O’  Sculptor!

What  have  you  done  to  me?

Through  your  creation?



Each  time,

I  draw  my  eyes  to  you  –

It  sets  me  free.

Lurid Sweeties

List poetry can be deceptive in its simplicity.  List poems take the form of an everyday list either rhymed or unrhymed.  It uses a list to explain a subject in detail. 

My own list poem “Lurid Sweeties” looks like a shopping list for sweets from a shop but this list is deceptive.  It is also a satire about a woman’s love life and the outcome of her choices.  Dark but a witty, fun poem. 

A plate of sweets

Lurid  Sweeties

Hubba  Bubba

Cherry  Ripe


Curley  Wurley

In  the

Black  Forest

With  the

Snakes  like

White  Chocolate

Dark  Chocolate

White  Knight

Turkish  Delight

Swiss  Gold

Mint  Pattie

And  the

Life  Savers


Coconut  Rough


Rocky  Road

Then  comes

Kinder  Surprises

Jelly  Babies

With  Freckles

©  by  The  Poet Mj

 Snakes Picture


Your Sea Poem

Your  Sea  by  Mj  ©

The  wilderness

of  your  belly

I  stop  there

I  cannot  trespass

Your  vastness

Your  opened  mouth

And  rushing  tongue

Your  voice

Your  salty

Sea  kisses

Your  vertically


starry  straights

north  to  your

Milky  Way

At  your  water’s  edge

I  see  not

Your  depth

‘Sultry  Temptress’

You  sing  me  in

To  swim,

drown  within

Your  lapping  arms

and  legs

To  my  watery  rest.


Haiku Poetry

The haiku started in Japan from about the 12th century around 800 hundred years ago.  The haiku poem has three lines.  The haiku is a unrhyming poem, that usually includes a seasonal reference with a description of nature.  The first line contains five syllables, second line contains seven syllables, and the third line contains five syllables.  Seventeen syllables in total in a haiku poem.

 Bent winter trees image

 The bent tree bows, stoops.

Old man with cane stooped walking.

Old, bare wintering.

“Bent Tree” by Mj ©

 Old man with cain

Thunder claps the heart

Cumulonimbus clouds come

heavy, summer tears.

“Clouds” by Mj ©

Cumulonimbus Clouds

Yosa Buson is one of the more finer haiku poets.  He lived in Japan from 1716 to 1783.  Here are some of his beautiful works.

Two ladies conversing in the snow by Hiroshige.jpg

In the rains of spring,

An umbrella and raincoat

Pass by, conversing.

“Spring Rain” by Yosa Buson ©

Buddha by Yosa Buson

by Yosa Buson ©

Love by Yosa Buson

by Yosa Buson ©

Monk by Yosa Buson

 by Yosa Buson ©

Haze by Yosa Buson

 by Yosa Buson ©




Mouse image no 1


Mouse  by  The  Poet  Mj  ©

Persona  Poem


I  am  small  and  tiny

and  live  in  your  house  –

a  mouse.


I  nibble  on  your  hors d’oeuvre

entree,  main  course,  dessert  –

rat  bait.


I  expire  out  the  cavity

between  lounge  and  kitchen  shelves  –

rioting  out.


I’m  haunting  a  sick  death  odour

for  my  sweet  revenge  –

house  mates.


I  was  small  and  tiny

and  shared  your  house  –

R.I.P  mouse.

Mouse image no 2