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September 7, 2010
Withered willow,
scantily clad with a rustic memory,
wielding arms like tumours
each one
a misguided maladroit.
I do see the forest through the trees
but not the tree through the forest.
I thought this was a good hiding place
but now my skirt is soaked
with saccharin.
Thoughtlessly scaling these knowing limbs
is exhilarating uncertainty,
but to stop and smell the blistered bark
reduces the branch
to mulch.…
Added by Aimee-lee on February 29, 2012 at 16:38 — No Comments
Logos smeared in shimmering rouge
On a night-hushed harbour
Fluorescent overtime
Cupping the tinkle-donk
Of tilting masts
Wildly pointing at the stars
In giddy accusation -
Skinned pets, parked
Waiting for Sydney’s
Working wealth to wake
…
Perched on cement
Soothed by the quiet
Moored like these yachts
In obedient patience,
I consider our trembling…
ContinueAdded by Skye Loneragan on February 28, 2012 at 15:52 — 2 Comments
in the half light of morning
between the tangles of dreams
and the almost-possibles of day
I lie in bed and listen
birds call to each other
or to no-one
rain falls suddenly on the roof
a car moves someone along the street
someone already upright
eyes open
doing what they have to do
through shuttered eyelids
I listen
to the sound of your breathing
in and…
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I am th' passenger
n I ride
n I write
n what will I ride about
this morning?…
Added by coolmccool on February 28, 2012 at 9:30 — 1 Comment
DRANSFIELD, DRANSFIELD, DRANSFIELD
There's been a lot of Dransfield in the air lately. Considering his notable omission from Gray and Lehman's Australian Poetry Since 1788 one can only conclude a little absence is a powerful reminder.…
ContinueAdded by Adrian Wiggins on February 27, 2012 at 23:00 — 2 Comments
One of the great attractions of being a scientist is that, like the early explorers, you get to name what you discover.
As a student I was excited when our lecturer announced they had found a 10 metre long fossil python at Riversleigh, Queensland, and it had been called Montypythonoides…
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I put away the toys.
Cleaned the room and
Cursed and dammed the mess you made.
Grumbled about the many stubborn stains.
As I washed and ironed a million clothes.
Then I fell on the couch-
A tired heap of ageing blood and bone.
And looked around in sweet despair.
This home is....
-too quiet now!
-too clean !
-too orderly!
Come back!
I'll gladly trade this
for the joyful…
ContinueAdded by THE BARD on February 26, 2012 at 5:35 — No Comments
The sheets cling to your slender legs.
You turn and smile as I stare,
Smothered by the scent of your orgasm
That floats in the air....
We reach out hungry again
For a lasting embrace.
Breast against chest,
Heaving sighs only lovers can understand.
The sun filters through the window panes.
You cast your sheet aside.
You arch your back and I feel
The softness of your skin.
Legs entwined, we rock…
ContinueAdded by THE BARD on February 26, 2012 at 5:21 — No Comments
Give me eyes like windows, closed
and shuttered at night.
Help me avert my gaze,
and my mind.
Let me observe life, yet see
nothing.
I will invest in rose coloured
contact lens factory.
Give me the strength not to see
myself as others do.
Don't let me make too much of a
spectacle of myself.
I must increase taxes on seeing
eye…
ContinueAdded by william james falls on February 25, 2012 at 10:06 — 2 Comments
Get in hotter, louder and faster in French seguing to German, Spanish and English and Vietnamese and Lebanese
telling them
"I am an engineer, and I have made crepes oiseau"
Rev the engine, just like scary crazy guys at Eastern Creek
and have a heart,
because the party one has that night with the MacHeaths of Lille
are good times.
Added by AutoPirate on February 23, 2012 at 12:58 — No Comments
I know... Another downer poem right? Lol Good things dooo happen to me, I swear. It's just that its the ugly stuff prompts me to write. I think its that awkward stage people go through at 21 huh?! So for the last gronk. Nothing fancy but anyways, Poem.
I bit my tongue in every effort not to be too forward
I figured ‘open’ ain’t your thing by the way you ignored it
Fabricated hope, you said you wouldn’t leave me…
Added by Jessica Lewis on February 23, 2012 at 10:00 — No Comments
JG says he has been going through a ravenous reading spell of late, and brought his latest batch of books he's ripping through along with him on the road. I did most of the driving. He's not the best with a manual transmission, much preferring an automatic, which he believes better suits his aristocratic bearing. Some of the titles I saw: Hitch-22 (a memoir by the late Christopher Hitchens); The Quantum and the Lotus (something to do with physics and buddhism); the poems of Emily Dickinson;…
ContinueAdded by Louis Albuerque on February 21, 2012 at 21:58 — No Comments
The doctor’s observation, after ruling out various possibilities, was that: The more contact a person has with the media, the more he complains of feeling lost and isolated.
Certainly that could be so. We’ll see how it goes. So far there’s been a significant withdrawal from the perpetual digital noise and chatter (there are enough voices scrapping for prominence in my head as there is) but the sense of feeling lost and isolated still persists, and can easily be found in the so-called…
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Geoffrey Lehmann will launch my next poetry book, Late Night Shopping, Brandl & Schlesinger, at Sappho Books, Cafe & Wine Bar, 51 Glebe Point Road on Tuesday 10 April 2012 @ 7pm.
This is a regular Tuesday night reading with an open mic competition, and I'll keep you posted on the other reader.
Please come along and help celebrate with me.
Also follow my blog on…
ContinueAdded by Rhyll McMaster on February 21, 2012 at 11:42 — 1 Comment
Twenty First Birthday Celebration
National Year of Reading
Holroyd City Council
Library Service
2012
***
We commemorate this celebration
in carefully chosen ways by remembering
Henry Lawson…
ContinueAdded by Jim Spain on February 21, 2012 at 11:04 — No Comments
This about how I wear too much make up lol.. I know its not attractive but its a vicious cycle...
Each day when I wake
My routine is addiction
Stare, smear, stroke
Beauty = contradiction
To disguise a flaw or few
The pursuit to gain perfection
Who will ever know me
I am one big misdirection
Do I meet your standard?
Without discreprancy?
The…
Added by Jessica Lewis on February 21, 2012 at 11:04 — 2 Comments
VIS-PO
You know how we love a little vis-po here at syd-po... Well Claire Potter has diagrammed Matthew Hall’s ‘Dawn Falsely Observed’.
WRITERS HOUSES ILLUSTRATED…
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Added by Michelle Gaddes on February 20, 2012 at 19:57 — No Comments
Fly butterfly
Spread your wings
And dance
Sharp is the breeze
Your breath
Your earth
A world once more
Gasping
Breathless
Silence as you surrender
Floating and fleeting
A gentle puff
Fly butterfly
Spread your wings
And dance
Free to the floor
A new journey awaits you
As you take the morning
Flying
A presence
Now beneath your…
ContinueAdded by Tanya Joy on February 20, 2012 at 19:49 — No Comments
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