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Waiting, she waits for the heartache to dissolve
She dilutes her emotion with something to do, something to do…
An obese schedule to consume every thought of you
Lick the plate, she needs no scraps
Heavy hurt puts a slouch in her confidence
But that doesn’t stop her from getting around & around she goes
Sharing her beauty with those who are smart enough to take…
The advantage is for a moment,…
Added by Jessica Lewis on January 31, 2012 at 10:29 — No Comments
I think we’ve woken up to her
And how selfish she is.
She, that is the cat’s mother.
Didn’t wish her brother
Happy birthday on the day.
Didn’t do the washing up
For her darling lover
Who cooked her up breakfast,
Lunch and a great dinner.
What a sinner, a sinner
Is she, the cat’s mother
Who ate it all up
Without saying thank you.
I think as a society
We’ve woken up to her
That she, who is…
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Mausam – Seasons of Love
It was a summer of light and shine,
When an ode it sang to heart mine.
Glad I was, being on cloud number nine,
Rejoicing the moment ignoring the sign,
Of times to come when I shall long and pine.
With thunder and lightning down came the rain,
Bringing along unwelcome pain.
I rummaged around but in vain,
Waited for…
Added by Vinesh on January 27, 2012 at 13:16 — No Comments
REDNECKS NEXT DOOR ©JewelRainbow2009
A flash of torchlight through the window pierces the tropical night
A neighbour’s voice outside stage-whispers to his nearby wife:
“That’s disgusting,” he spits, staunching the light in his fist as I wake you.
Some say we’re strange bedfellows, you and me,
Your rainforest darkness dancing on my moonlight skin
They can’t fathom the feeling between us
“What does she see in him?”
Their love is blind to…
ContinueAdded by Jewel Vercoe Rainbow on January 27, 2012 at 12:30 — No Comments
DECEMBER (For Dorothy Porter, 1954-2008) © Jewel Vercoe Rainbow
In December, the time of endings and celebration,
You quietly left this earth bereft and, so too, this nation
Your early death a selfish theft by the gods of Poesy
Who coveted you, great poetess, to recite at their nightly cosey
Piercing eyes of an eagle, cheekbones sculpted high and regal,
They recognised an Egyptian queen who once ruled in Memphis.
Your stylised words…
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If a man calls himself by initials, you can assume he has been asked why that is so on more than one occasion, so what's the point in asking again? It's the same with a scar I suppose. So let's move on. My housemate calls himself JG. Jay-Gee. That's fine with me. If you say it enough times it sounds like a foreign name you've just not come across before. Before Christmas we met up by chance in the city and went about Glebe drinking Czech beers and Scotch. He was due to meet up with someone…
ContinueAdded by Louis Albuerque on January 23, 2012 at 15:40 — No Comments
It is Australia Day this week so I have chosen a most Australian word as the word of the week. If you get called a drongo it is likely you have done something rather unintelligent in front of your mates. Drongo is a uniquely Australian, mild form of insult, defining a person’s wit as being at a level only slightly cleverer than idiot.
The word drongo originates as…
ContinueAdded by Tim Entwisle on January 23, 2012 at 12:28 — No Comments
Breathing Space: beware of the dog' Sunday 22 January PseudoSpace. Cecilia voice Ben (oboe) Michael (cello). Work based on the dog in Goethe's Faust. A circular pattern explores dis/location of self, acquiring knowledge, how the 'dog' of emotion and self talk can distract.
Added by cecilia white on January 20, 2012 at 17:26 — No Comments
Leeches were feasting on my calves. That's how muddy it was out there in the bush today. They were only first noticed when I was getting in the shower. Somehow they made themselves up my trackpants leg. They're not something you see much where I come from. They were smaller than I would have expected, the leeches. What I would have expected was something you might have seen in the movies. Like that one with the boys out in the bush in search of a dead body they'd heard about. Only I don't…
ContinueAdded by Louis Albuerque on January 17, 2012 at 22:46 — No Comments
Naracoorte Nonsense ?
Two tiny steam engines following along
both of them singing their sweet little song,
sucking up dust, spreading to air,
the farmer must feel downhearted despair.
But no !
He is just - clover seed harvesting.
Collecting seeds, expelling some dust,…
ContinueAdded by Jim Spain on January 13, 2012 at 15:32 — No Comments
*Random Thoughts for my son Christopher.....
Today I visited three old friends. I play on the word old, for these are friends who have weathered the seasons like me and upon whom the sun has shone harsh and cruel on this side of the globe.
It is always interesting to see where the passage of time finds everyone on the long road of life. In speaking of the long road of life, I liken the journey to that of a train ride. Consider for a moment a long train ride- at the end of…
Added by THE BARD on January 5, 2012 at 14:04 — No Comments
Jim's Jottings
Aussie Booklette Collection
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My Australia Series
Design and production
Jim's Jottings Publications…
Added by Jim Spain on January 4, 2012 at 14:57 — No Comments
Prologue - Gum Tree Reserve.
An environmental activist, known hereabouts as
Banjo Hayes,
were it not for his intervention
this habitat,
would now be lost
in haze.
Humble Habitat.
This symbol in a city, a little west of Sydney Town,
in Guildford a small suburb, deserving just renown.…
ContinueAdded by Jim Spain on January 4, 2012 at 14:05 — 2 Comments
Added by THE BARD on January 2, 2012 at 11:18 — No Comments
Waves receding, back to the anonymity
of the pulsing swell,
their moment of glory dashed.
And here we stand, helpless on the shore
of almost New Year, watching as our year
of little triumphs, little tragedies float away,
with no fanfare, no farewell.
And already the waves of tomorrow
lap round our ankles,
it all begins . . . again.
Added by william james falls on January 1, 2012 at 10:59 — No Comments
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