Bubbles Update Blog (And Happy Holidays from Christoast!)

Tis the season… to get an update on a poetry collection!

Originally scheduled to release this weekend, ‘Stagnation’ the concluding poem of the ‘Autumn, That Bastard’ Poetry Collection and my commitment to writing an article for Envie took some time cleaning up the publication! However, it is almost complete and will be released on the 27th of December for everyone who donated to the ‘Pen to Paper’ Challenge and for everyone who donated to Extra Life 24 Hour Fundraiser !

If you are interested in obtaining a copy, you can find out more information about Bubbles here!

tl;dr, the collection will only be available during fundraiser events where I am raising money for an NGO-Orginisation or for purposes of social movements. If 2019 is any track record, this will be possibly twice a year! Keep up to date with my publications and events on my social medias here:

It has been an amazing year and I have loved keeping this blog up and running! Thank you to everyone and have a some happy holidays! I hope you enjoy celebrating this time with people that mean a lot to you!

Near future:

  • Two more blog posts by the end of the year. The first will be to talk about Bubbles when it is released and the second one will be a reflection on the year in terms of writing (inc. Autumn, That Bastard and other projects) for this blog/website.
  • In the early new year, expect an update post about future plans for the website and my own projects.

See you soon!

Stagnation

Website Version Here

By Christos Floratos

It is that time, again.

To wait for it to all end.

This waiting is a crux –

A crutch and a lux,

Spread thin over the fortnight’s influx.

 

This money system has left me bitter,

A tea that has long overstayed.

Corrupted green that has mixed with the soil,

Auburn turns black to brown, to a prodded boil,

Where the honey at the end would always spoil.

 

I am curious to their appraisals,

That my life is through a proverbial spring.

I may have all the bricks lined on the frontier,

But I confess, it is not yet veneer.

Stagnation has taken my masonry’s finest, oh dear.

 

It is all an arbitrary collection of bricks and stones,

For Autumn and Spring don’t exist.

It is the eternal summers and winters I chase.

For even though those bricks are lined, houses are placed

No residence could save me from ash encase.

 

No, I am most definitely in the fall.

Yet defiantly, death and dying is not what I feel.

I am warmed by the sun’s rays and adore the hearth.

Though daises are no longer pushing a girth,

This uncertainty is what lulls me to the earth.

 

I don’t dread Autumn, for it is going,

But because I know it will arrive again.

White horse with black hooves trampling the ground

And there is discovery in it yet against the sound.

For waiting has christened my crown.

 

Nothingness has become my favourite companion.

It is they, that lonesome path to permanence.

At the end nought could be done to amend

Except for you, reader, who has provided an ear on lend.

Perhaps the wait will be indefinite – these words need to be tend.

 

Autumn will be that bastard.

And we will never be through.

We will remain along this cursed line

These cheap words and rhymes, they will be just fine.

These horrible thoughts will be paid through the halt of a lifeline.

© Christos Floratos 2019

The Apocalypse Cometh

By Christos Floratos

Some say the world

Will let out its last whimper

In a swirl of blaze and frost.

 

But I know better than some.

For I was young when I saw it come.

The lightning struck and struck,

And then some.

A week where it spiked

A month of humidity’s fight.

A year of reason’s most gallows.

                             A love child of melted ice and Australia’s burn

Against those olden-minds’ saying, most hollow:

“But it’s too chilli!”, would encourage a churn

 

Don’t you understand the cold?

The wrath of the blizzard is

just the warmth of hell

seeping through the oil-cracks in the earth

and condensing in the smog above.

 

The warning signs shocked you but

The tremors will rock you to

Your feet, your soles, your souls.

Waves of polyester swamp our beaches

And deep- beyond blue Mariana -are

remanets of Mickey, Cola and your groceries.

 

 

The old will give one more hazardous cough

and our world will be untold.

 

For

We’ve had our last summer

And Autumn’s killed its last tree.

Winter will be the mistress after the affair

And Spring will surely forget us.

 

After we are gone,

The worms will not remember their banquet on us

              For even they will die soon after their feast and celebration.

Ash shall not be gentle reminders on the mantle

              For we shall break down to our bare atoms.

 

For those preachers of old,

The Apocalypse Cometh

-not one of undead, technology or

some forsworn rapture –

But a carrion, inhibited by us.

A fever on the earth, calmed, cared and chilled by oil flames.


 ©  Christos Floratos 2019

Sneak Peek: The Apocalypse Cometh

The Penultimate Poem of the ‘Autumn, That Bastard’ Poetry Collection. What do you imagine when you think of the end of the world? This poem is a rejection of some traditional concepts of the Apocalypse.

Full Poem is Out This Friday!

With Comfort and Ease (Poem)

By Christos Floratos

Website Version Here

 

How can you tell a gymnast to be careful?

Why, anything but danger would be a little dull.

Scamper up the rope, dribble the pole.

 

Feet ahead; toes curled ready for embrace

              (against the dirt blue).

Performance is our virtue; love is what they grimace.

 

What other purpose is the thrill than to be

Higher than God.

Mt. Olympus has dazed us with aromatherapy.

Oracles scatter seizing our souls.

 

We only commune with the Deadly Seven.

I do not expect the proletariat to understand.

What you share is a pillow,

My offering is more than a simple piggy-bank.

Our stake is within the riptide, wherever it may take us.

 

Perhaps through the vast oceans where the unknown lies;

 we lie.

Though we may ask above, what is below we may never know.

Throw away deaf ears for those bona fide will confide.

 

 

Don’t be afraid to gleam into the light above.

The water is our bed so scream into the pillow.

Vulnerability is our right swipe, fitting as a glove.

 

Though we are frightened of how it leaks,

I trust whatever agenda we both hide,

is so we can dance along the strings of mystiques,

for our skin may be as tough as hide,

and I do not fear the nails of Dominique.

 

Expectation is their gospel verse.

 

We won’t follow their structures laid before.

Abandon the billboards! Dust off their seeds.

A tight hand is laxer than an open casket.

Where we can laugh at our demise,

Sing obtusely and while impulse drives you up.

Sweet Fervour.

Why be afraid of daises, watch me grab them.

© Christos Floratos 2019

Sneak Peek: With Comfort and Ease

The 11th Poem of the ‘Autumn, That Bastard’ Poetry Collection. We’re almost at the end. In two weeks time, the penultimate poem ‘The Apocalypse Cometh’ will be released.

‘With Comfort and Ease’ is in its basic form, about heading into situations head first.

Toast Update – WHRA Blog Posts, Pen to Paper Poems Update and Other Things!

Being on a university break has oddly produced the same amount of business than being on placement for four days a week, who would have figured. Recently I have completed a secret project that I am not yet allowed to talk about, to literally like anyone! In the coming weeks I will be finishing and sending off the Pen to Paper poetry collection to donors. As a result of this, my author’s comments sections and What The Heck Am I Rambling About (WHRA) blog posts may have some changes.

Later this week I will be posting the 11th Poem of the ‘Autumn, That Bastard’ Poetry Collection. Also some updates concerning the end of July.

What The Heck Am I Rambling About Blog Posts!

I will continue to do these and the Author’s comment sections. For ‘In Honour of Summer’, ‘With Comfort and Ease’, ‘The Apocalypse Cometh’ and ‘Stagnation’ these will be released after the last poem (Stagnation) is released. There are two pretty interesting reasons for this. Three of these poems are very interpretative and I love my readers to pull what meaning they desire out of these poems. Also, with my time limitations due to things I’ve been working on, after the collection is released will give me the time to fully write up these sections to write about these poems.

Pen to Paper Poems

The PDFs are on track to completion by Mid-July, where everyone who contributed to the Pen to Paper fundraiser towards my goal shall receive a copy! Those who contributed $50 or more will be getting a physical bound copy. I will be uploading these poems to my site at the start of August for everyone to share, with a link to Story Factory in case you missed out and would like to donate to their wonderful organisation!

Other Things and New Plans

There will be a blog post about some insights from the recent Supanova Convention I attended this last weekend. Also, I find out soon about the fellowship which as gotten me hyped. The end of July will bring the start of a new semester of uni, where I will revert to one blog post a week. I anticipate I will be covering things that have interested me from the units/subjects I am doing.

After August, I will be starting a new exciting fiction project, which will be different from the poetry of the first half of this year! At the end of July, I am also starting an Honours program that I will complete co-currently with my Social Work Degree! I am super excited for what’s coming in the next bit and to share my journey along the way!

In Honour of Summer (Poem)

By Christos Floratos

Website Version Here


After a day or two, it will be gone.

Catch it by the collar while you still can,

or it will wag it’s tail never ending at the thought…

 

The walk that will last forever.

We march on-

So far that you may choose to rest on a bench

-gaze at the incoming storm from the fire afore.

Volcanic ash permits the thunderstorm.

 

Smile, smile.

Remember that smile as

The lightening damsels in the cloud

Closing and closing in. It branches

-All reacting more of the same-

But as dreadful as ash in winter

 

Stand here watching, so it won’t be much of a shock.

Smile, for the road behind was worth it.

Gleam for your childhood and

be joyful for your sins.

 

They have no matter now

as the trees are shaken down

to the core, the root, the soil.

 

From green to blue,

as white as ash.

All colours matter to the sound of grief.

Silence is your virtue in the open as you

cower from the storm.

 

Still, you have marched all this way.

Enjoy the rolling thunder that rocks the dirt.

Aren’t you thankful for what summers brought?

This lighting circling you, appreciate the sky’s glamour!

Why, any other response would kill a god! Maybe two.

 

You’ve marched away from the fire,

Ordained in blacken char carpets are preachers, pillars and podiums.

For a life that once was.

A grotto that wasn’t just dust.

 

Ode to a memory of pollen filled forests.

 © Christos Floratos 2019

‘In Honour Of Summer’ – Poetry Sneak Peek (Autumn, That Bastard)

In Honour of Summer, the 10th poem of the ‘Autumn, That Bastard’ poetry collection, will be out Saturday this week!

Next week I find out if I have made it into the Write It Fellowship! I also have an article coming up for the Writing Community Newsletter!

Stay tuned for more!

Pen to Paper Fundraiser- Theme Revealed!

Pen2Paper is officially a go! Thank you to all my donors so far! You still have time to get in on the action and donate at this link: https://give.everydayhero.com/au/christoast

I am currently sitting at $200, just 1/3rd left to go until I reach my $300 dollar goal.

As a thank you for your wonderful contribution, if you’ve donated over $15 AUS, I will provide you with a PDF copy of the poems once complete! Those who live in Australia who contribute $50 or more will get a physical copy! And, anyone who donates will be acknowledged both on my website and in the PDF version!

The Pen2Paper Theme is…

Bubbles!

Pen to Paper

I have so many ideas of what to do with this theme and now starts the weekend long journey of creating 6 poems!

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