Sydney Harbour Blues – 14th March 2026

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Shared with dVerse Poetics – landscape. This one took a turn and describes the mixed feelings I have about one of the most beautiful cities in the world, one that I very much enjoyed meeting and living in for twenty-plus years.

Let me tell you a story,
one that denies what is seen;
because my eyes were open
without understanding what had been.

The lemon eucalyptus was unknown
to those such as me;
star-eyed sailors
on a voyage of discovery.

By the time of my arrival
all the murdering was done,
so I celebrated the widest skies
while never holding a gun.

The abundant harbour waters
the bridges that were since built,
were symbols more than cricket
to hide away our guilt.

Where the forest meets the city,
right down to the water’s edge,
all the sorries were insincere –
the surf repeats its pounding pledge.

The floods and fires – lost control –
so nature’s revenge befits;
glass houses return to the rocks,
like an opera that never quits.

I can hold you in my mind’s eye
now that I’m so far away.
Learned that anywhere is everywhere
and everything is nothing anyway.

Give And Get – 11th March 2026

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Courtyard Tables, by Glenn Harrington

I hate my job,
  the lousy tips
  and pernickety customers.

Sure we can accommodate you
  but bring your own almond milk.

In fact, why don’t you just eat at home?

Showing off the latest ladies showing off,
  the restroom mirror never lies.

Take a seat, take your time,
  I am here with my insincere smile.


I love my job,
  the great tips
  and pernickety customers.

Sure we can accommodate you,
  it’s our pleasure to bring satisfaction.

Please come back again and bring a friend

Those ladies, Oh, those ladies,
  all cleavage and shining eyes.

Take a seat, take your time,
  I’m here all night.

Shared with a November Ekphrastic Challenge for the attached picture.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Living Without Restriction

What do you trade for success?
Coerced to become a slave
Kissing ass just to impress
And remain in your gilded cage

Few Feathers – 13th March 2026

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I’ll never say that I miss you,

the bird that left few feathers for my pillow,

an ache I will never confess,
but whoever runs their fingers along my bones 

will feel your name etched on each one 

with a cornerstone of soiled sentiments.

This poem is really a collaboration, with only a little input on my part. Lines 1, 4, 5 and 6 were written by EC at the erroneous choices blog, in a short piece titled ‘lies we live under’. It stood out to me as a brilliant, poetic little paragraph that I thought I could use the idea, along with the last two words, as an alliterative full stop. EC was gracious enough to allow me to use it in full and so here it is, with my two added lines, shared for the dVerse quadrille prompt – bird.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

One Day It Will All Make Sense

It seemed like a disaster
But became a lucky break
We are a terrible forecaster
But reason makes no mistake

The Greco – 10th March 2026

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The foundations laid,
as inquisitive children
built the systems of their own
Inquisition.

~~

Now they’ve got our third lives
from logging information.
Stackdriver instrumentation
monitors our drunken exhibitions.

Every interaction, generic and mundane,
but the tracking libraries are all the same.
Tick the box to improve services.
These illusions are encrypted.

Secure is just a promise
guarded by tall fences,
a mere annoyance to a human
but integrated automation
collated all the pieces,
quietly building its own system
with algorithm manipulation.

Dumping memories into a mind palace,
a million monkeys get to work
sifting through pictures of our pets
to welcome the white-collar apocalypse.

This write was inspired by the Substack article ‘The banality of surveillance’ by Benn Stancil. There were many new ideas and phrases to me in the article so I’ve added the links that I followed here too. The Greco is the name of the AI used in Ocean’s Thirteen.

From the notes in the article, consider this:
The United States Department of War….uses Claude to bomb Iran. It uses Claude to bomb Iran “at machine speed rather than human speed.”

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Find Yourself A Cato

Stand outside yourself as you are about to sin
Do you see the person that you want to let in?
Between an angel and a devil, there is you
Your witness can keep you honest and true

Happy Little Bluebirds – 12th March 2026

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taking the first step
hope is on the horizon
so, so far away

morning mists rising
following rainbow’s release
will reveal the way

Shared with Senhai Saturday #42 picture prompt and Reena’s Xploration Challenge #420 – hope

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Seeing Things As The Person At Fault Does

Nobody thinks they are wrong, even when they are
They think they’re right, they’re just mistaken
Compassion and tolerance can heal the scar
Our duty, as we understand it, remains unshaken

The Self – 9th March 2026

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The self is a story

of selective retelling.

~~

The coincidence of this
specific selection of atoms
spun together,
makes our meanings absurd.

Imagine yourself as not you.

The mirror is imagination,
a short-term illusion
to which we are devoted
with great discipline.

Yet the infinite knows
nothing of me.

So I tremble at the emptiness,
to fill a cup with pain,
or fill it with joy.

Inspired by and paraphrased from The Marginalian article ‘Why You?’

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Find The Right Scene

From the good, you will learn to be better
These are the bootstraps on which to tug
Leave behind the cynic and the upsetter
Let them remain in the holes they’ve dug

My Only Friend – 8th March 2026

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Your trinkets, they light up my eyes,
gifts glowing through the smooth ice.

You open my world to all weather,
and guide me along every river.

Tethered to your familiar voice,
your songs, a loyal choir.

You carry my family‘s smiles,
and lift me when I am tired.

Amidst your million reminders,
you are my quiet conductor.

What would I hold without you?
In my hands, you are the truth.

Shared with dVerse MTB – couplets and half rhymes. The title is inspired by Aussie band God and their song ‘My Pal’ with the haunting line “You’re my only friend……and you don’t even like me.”

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Don’t Unintentionally Hand Over Your Freedom

Would you give your body for someone else to use?
So why give your mind to any crook that comes along?
We don’t let people cause us physical abuse
Train and protect our minds to be mentally strong

Excuse Me, Sir – 7th March 2026

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This was inspired by a writing exercise that went like this:
What’s going on in the picture?
What do you see that makes you say that?
What else do you see?
What do you see that makes you say that?

Repeat. And again. And again.
Consider keeping a journal and doing this exercise a few times a week. Practicing often will help you understand how much detail is part of your daily life. Background detail is what makes the world feel vivid and real — a quality that you want to imbue all of your creative work.

On Jalan Alor, the riders buzz through

avoiding the double-parked cars

Lazy feet scuffing pedestrians 

approach their favourite sambal stalls

waiting for the 4 o’clock rain to pass



The mountains meet the clouds

casting doubt and desires

From apartment windows

no one is looking out

because it’s just another day in K-Hell

and their stories go…


“Our religion dictates we can’t hold hands

or kiss in public

but I can’t wait to jump his bones

behind closed doors.”



“I shouldn’t have upset the boss like that,

it was just an off-the-cuff remark.

I wonder how much longer I have to stay here

facing the wall”

“I’m diving for gold!

Well, actually, I dropped my phone,
but the brochure said it’s waterproof

to a depth of six metres.
It should be ok – I’m standing on the bottom.”

“Did you call a taxi?

You know,
it’s better to avoid the holes in the road.

It’s been raining anyway.
Better hop on.”

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Don’t Trust The Senses

Hold all your opinions up to scrutiny
Emotions can lead us to wrong conclusions
Our eyes don’t always see objectively
Putting too much trust in to our illusions

Two Wrongs Etc… – 6th March 2026

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The image shows the girls of Shajareh Tayyebeh Elementary School in Minab on February 25th, who were all killed in an attack attributed to the United States and Israel.

Inspired by and paraphrased from this anonymous message from a young man in Iran published by Equator, commenting on how the fervour he feels from outside the country does not consider the fallout of the supposed heroic actions of their saviours.
Shared with Poets and Storytellers United #217

The diaspora is manic.

Disconnection,
bordering on hallucination.

Speaking a second language
hearing only the first.

Opposite things can be true
as enemy flags flow
in harmonic waves.

Rhetoric raises ghosts
outside of reality’s window.
Feverish certainty
knows no consequence.

Outside is only more noise
in solidarity with itself.

But here,
real,
live,
breathing…
‘symbols’!

Fantasy politics, safely
in faraway fields,
grain-fed on grief
no one has to harvest.

Take these children,
lay them neatly on the altar
of an unnamed dawn.

Call it tomorrow.

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Don’t Tell Yourself Stories

Are the tales we tell about ourselves really true?
Was everything so certain and so real?
Don’t create a fantasy around everything you do
When for others it holds no appeal.

Phrases Of The Moon – 5th March

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Shared with dVerse Poetic Tuesdays – phrases

on hushed earth
a silent thread

a broken myth
rain’s soft secret


grief’s long tide
honeyed starlight

let the world spin
a different kind of wild


kiss the concrete
light-starved flowers


echoes in the throat
this fragile frame


the dusk demands
an atlas of the heart


where shadows drink

the last good hour


bone-deep cold

and time goes by




to wander off


this mortal coil

Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

Cutting Back On The Costly

The cost is not just in the buying of things
But all the keeping them in mind it brings
Do you really need it and what is it costing
When managing it all is so exhausting?