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Time itself has come to an end, as she lies all alone in the hospital bed,
How can anyone else begin to understand the numb feeling inside her head?
It feels like her soul has been ripped out and her fragile body thorn apart,
Absolute devastation as an icy grip tightens around her poor broken heart.
Nature has turned its back on her, after it had sent her on her happy way,
With the promise of great expectations for the little miracle they had made,
Why are some…
Blue denim was the order of the day, both to wear or as a new cool deodorant,
We were seventeen and ready for anything, and every new girlfriend was heaven sent,
Wrangler jeans and jackets kept us comfortably in fashion and always ready to go,
Trench coats kept the alcohol hidden, whenever we travelled out of town to a disco.
Pints of beer and the odd half one filled us with confidence and false courage,
As we boxed well above our weight on occasion, we always stood…
We're all poets, or poetry in the Age of Narcissism I encountered this view very early on in my life as a poet. I remember going to a party in inner-city Sydney in the late seventies. By then I'd been publishing and giving readings for a few years…Continue
Watch out, those Magpies may attackand swoop on people from the back!They'll frighten and intimidateintruders to their claimed estate.They're boldly plumed in in black and whitejust like Currawongs at first sight.They carol as they walk aroundand…Continue
GLENDA’S STORIES Pubs, I’ll tell you pubs, best places in the worldPeople treat barmaids, with respect, my wordNot like blokes, blokes, damn blokesThey lay and cheat, who’d believeA girl from the streets Bloody Irishman, smooth, as a good Scots on…Continue
The parting of my hairWake in fright....'Ahhh ah' some still there.From too much sexOr not enough sexEither way few women need to careBut those that do Know the colour blueAnd the depths of deep…Continue