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Wake up one morning from
our little dreams,
get out of our little beds,
open our little front doors
and go out.
Leave behind our little screens,
soft carpets, dim lights,
our little tin cans . . . on wheels,
the little horizons we view,
and prepare to meet the big
world, the really big world.
Turn left, or right, up or down,
it is out there waiting . . .
the big skies, the big seas,
the big…
ContinueAdded by william james falls on November 27, 2011 at 21:38 — No Comments
I was on a ship not long ago
That seemed destined to reach the horizon soon.
But you could tell from the growling and grinding of the engines,
The furrowed brows of weary seaman and bleeding deckhands,
That the captain’s dream was paved with bloody sacrifice.
Our lives became a living dreamtime story.
Blurring sunrise and sunset till the holy Sabbath
Became depressing metaphor.
I saw the flag fluttering…
ContinueAdded by THE BARD on November 25, 2011 at 20:00 — No Comments
Ghosts of the past are waiting,
waiting to break free
from the subconscious prison.
They lie dormant, like trees
in winter, down dim and
dangerous avenues in your mind.
Banished there, never to return.
You slide through life, seemingly
in control, and comfortable,
keeping the past under lock and key.
Forever shoring up the prison walls,
securing your feelings
and guarding the gates.
Always in…
ContinueAdded by william james falls on November 21, 2011 at 21:40 — No Comments
I want him, but he’s not here
He wants her, but she doesn’t care
I could want him, but he wants her… and her… and her…
And he wants me…
But I want him,
And he’s not here…
©JewelRainbow (written at a party at Blackwattle Studio in 1983)
Added by Jewel Vercoe Rainbow on November 17, 2011 at 5:06 — No Comments
To my love ones, near and far, you know who you are
Night or day, you never turn away from where you always are
Close to my heart, inspiring my art
Keeping me smiling through it all
Picking me up each time I fall
Always listening when I call
You are the ones I love, sent from above,
And I just want to say, hey, thanks for everything
For making my soul sing, for all the good cheer you bring
To my darkest nights and longest…
ContinueAdded by Jewel Vercoe Rainbow on November 17, 2011 at 5:04 — No Comments
Once upon a time when we were small we used to believe them all
But as we grew we sadly knew that most would end badly…
Sleeping Beauty dreamt until she woke just in time to see the prince
Was not at all what he was meant to be and she was surrounded
By men who were dwarfs in more ways than one
Cinderella eventually got her fella despite her mean stepsisters’
Attempts to keep her poor and make her scrub the floor forever more…
Red Riding Hood…
ContinueAdded by Jewel Vercoe Rainbow on November 17, 2011 at 5:03 — No Comments
The Shanghai Beauty, she dutifully danced for her country
From age nine till thirty-four, and the men all called her ‘Sir!’
The Shanghai Beauty, she’s such a cutie, albeit with a fierce mind
Now her spirit soars through the air like a bird without a care
But don’t dare ever think of messing with The Shanghai Beauty
She may be rare and sexy, but she can still give you a scare
Her name is Jin Xing and she can do anything she sets her mind to
The…
ContinueAdded by Jewel Vercoe Rainbow on November 17, 2011 at 4:59 — No Comments
If I hear another
heartrendingly
saccharine tinged
lachrymose laden
and incredibly
uplifting song
sung by another
heartrendingly
saccharine tinged
lachrymose laden
and incredibly
uplifting singer . . .
I shall vomit . . . copiously !
Added by william james falls on November 16, 2011 at 21:43 — 7 Comments
I'm new to blogs so this is a work in progress.
Added by Ken Setter on November 12, 2011 at 8:31 — 1 Comment
ON MEETING THE AUSTRALIAN POETIC GIANT-PETER SKRZYNECKI
He spoke with a gentle humour-
Blissfully unaware of the aura
That filled spaces around his diminutive frame.
As he unravelled pieces of his candid chronicle,
I saw the scars beneath those glistening eyes
Fighting to control the flood
That accompanies the revisiting of painful moments of a past-
Now-prescribed poems for an unwitting generation.
I wonder if each fifteen…
Added by THE BARD on November 11, 2011 at 18:30 — 12 Comments
A life forgotten,
never heard.
To share with people,
that care.
With curtains drawn,
makes one tired
with enough sleep to fulfill
the needs
of a creature
who's torn.
Unsettled.
Roll and walk the boards.
God forbid
Shall I not disturb?
Breath that's stale,
digital images play
havoc to a life
clearly near the end.
A figure.
cold and dark
curled…
ContinueAdded by Harry Livingstone on November 8, 2011 at 20:56 — No Comments
Fellowship of Australian Writers Liverpool
Presents an Evening of
“International Poetry”
When: Thursday 23rd November 2011 6 to 9pm
Where: Hilda M Davis Senior Citizens Centre
185 Bigge Street, Liverpool NSW
Walking distance from Liverpool…
ContinueAdded by POETS IN THE MAKING on November 7, 2011 at 4:47 — No Comments
My membership of New Writers' Group has been continuous since its inception.
For many 'good' things to remain good, change must happen, but also growth must occur.
The words that follow are but one indication of a happy, healthy and useful writers group -
Crikey, aren't we NWG members bloody fortunate to have people dedicated to producing, improving and publishing this marvellous - Zine.
It is tremendous to have been able…
ContinueAdded by Jim Spain on November 2, 2011 at 13:59 — No Comments
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