Poems
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Toucan
By Stacks Poetsby Danny Gardner
I don't know absolutely
EVERY other bird who can.
But I feel Toucan -
Untethered
By Stacks Poetsby Melanie Cunningham
Our collars, iridescent violet-green
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The Library of Names
By Eileen ChongToday is about finding out. Fill in
a card at the desk. Write your name
with a pencil. Print if you know how. Drop
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10 second poem
By Stacks Poetsby Keztril
U think I am sane when all I wish to do is scream shards of colours at u
written in response to exercise three
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Parrots of the mountains
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
A slow slow creaking call, as ponderous as the upswept midnight wings, echoes across the mountain valleys,
And then alights in a pine, sending showers of pine cone fragments down as the hard beaks crack open the nutty prizes.
A tinkling call, almost inaudible, and a red/blue shape, camoflaged in plain view, moves behind the nectar lad… -
A list of worries (to be whispered to a worry doll)
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
That the sky might fall on my head (too much Asterix in my youth has made me fearful in that regard)
That I may tumble headfirst down stairs, escalators, any steep incline (a fear of falling - off things, in love, out of favour)
That time will catch up with me (snapping at my heels) -
waiting for : (my) Godot
By Stacks Poetsby Jade
"we are all born mad, some remain so"
a poem in 10 secs whilst waiting for a very tardy mate, he was 3 hours late.
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rehab to redefine
By Stacks Poetsby Zan
one day I woke up with a hole in my eye,
that was the day I snapped out of the .. -
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Dee Why
By Stacks Poetsby Meredith Pitt
Shaggy grey dog laps warm pooled water
from the car park tap.
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Are you getting enough sleep?
By Stacks Poetsby Melanie Cunningham
Are you getting enough sleep?
Can I leave you to cry?
Tell me what are you thinking when you go red in the face with tears? Does it hurt? Do you think I will leave you? Can you see -
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This World of Ours
By Stacks Poetsby Kerin Pollock
our collars, iridescent violet-green
our hands, manacled, golden chains
our feet, shuffle, platinum corridors -
Hearth dig
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
Collection item 3456: artefact, provenance unknown.
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