Poems
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PAUSE
By Stacks Poetsby Genevieve Osborne
Deep in the southy night when the soft edged feathers -
Inward breath
By Stacks Poetsby Melanie Cunningham
The quality of experience is different
The soul’s space is wider, deeper, higher
The feel of the air is gentler on the skin, -
Love is a four letter word
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
What is love?
A soft kiss on my lips, -
Office views
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
Flapping flags and shaking leaves, silent falling rain,
The inverted car reflections on painted window-frames.
The hum of traffic, starting/stopping, ebbs and flows. -
Map me into the land
By Stacks Poetsby Nicky Hurle
Intelligent eyes look my way
Map me into the land
Cool indifference -
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Library Animals
By Toby Fitch(after Shakespeare)
She follows me up
to the eighth floor of the library -
a winter poem
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
those smooth rainy days of winter that wind on,
clock stuck at ten am all day long, -
It’s the morning of lunch day with my family
By Stacks PoetsBy Keztril
I’m awake, talking to myself and trying to express a sense of awe
and looking through pools of doubt I ask
how did we get here our family? -
Hyde Park
By Stacks Poetsby Meredith Pitt
Knee-high chess
recreates Camelot
between neat piles -
Dee Why
By Stacks Poetsby Meredith Pitt
Shaggy grey dog laps warm pooled water
from the car park tap.
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Breath essential
By Stacks Poetsby Keztril
My knowledge was of breath essential
a belief in machinations of change to herald awareness -
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… -
Untethered
By Stacks Poetsby Melanie Cunningham
Our collars, iridescent violet-green
Shimmer an oily slick of feather ends -
A poem for my favourite bird
By Stacks Poetsby Keztril
She sits on crate in shower
and waits for someone to come home -
Grade Eight
By Andy QuanConfession: I volunteered. Since, I’ve purposefully omitted
‘library monitor’ from my C.V. But why disavow?
We didn’t play rugby. It was a way to delay marching
back to our boring homes, four best friends -
Martin Place Drudgery
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
I see the wheels of progress churning away around me,
The crowds are pouring past in their anxiety,
The advertisements spurring them to greater urgency, -
Conclusively inconclusive
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
<<< Does one jump to a conclusion? 'Twould be messy.
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Seaspray and spindrift
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
'Actually', I hear my most-used word in my children's mouths, 'Well, actually, mum...'
They are trying to explain their version of serendipity, a moment when icecream miraculously saves them from brussels sprouts. -
Toucan
By Stacks Poetsby Danny Gardner
I don't know absolutely
EVERY other bird who can.
But I feel Toucan
