Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  Poem 16: Listening to Beethoven’s ‘pastoral’ symphony  Window open on a sunny winter’s day Meditation ambushed by a circular saw below Cutting into my momentarily opened soul As war rages throughout the world  My consciousness is roused to ask “where am I?” Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

  Language   “I think we’re at the start of world war 3” said X everyone’s feeling it oh I don’t know I’m depressed the city is cold & the middle class are upset by me talking what they call ‘politics’ which means dealings between people when I talk about language they really get really livid they seem to think I’m breaking a law in doing so so who really cares about a functioning democracy enough to oppose the lynch mob?     Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

  No title: Mum didn’t silence distress with advice She listened till the wave passed — One in a million xx I miss her Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

  Poem 15: I saw on social media today That Trump with Big Pharma Are trying to take the Australian government to a US court Over the PBS subsidies — Is it true? Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

  Poem 14: There is no graver sin than despair xx Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

  (Is it a?) Poem 13: Lovely old saying When something goes wrong: “It can happen to the best of us” Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.