Poems
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5:03 (All Stops To Dapto)
By David StavangerThe girl waves at the walking
beer can
leering from the stained window of a nowhere train.
Her skirt, hemmed high above the clouds the -
The Me War
By Emilia JohanssonI want to be a soldier in my own struggling war
I wish to defeat the strong navy which is stationed in my heart
Every heartbeat sends out an army
Army "I don't know" and Army "fear and sorrow" -
Schizophrenic dreaming
By Kate LockeShe sweeps through
the darkness, gliding like a black ghost, emerging here and there, only as
a shadow. Delicate hands, tiny waist. She is miniature, though tall and slender.
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Mantle
By Bradley JelfsRemember when the two
white candles burnt out
and the red candle on
the right frames our bodies -
My Generation
By Brendan MackieI see my generation like a flock of flustered mutton,
following questionless the parade of white wool and black hoofs in front of
them, the crowd behind,
taking step step step each hoof falling on well walked earth. -
The Night of the Bottle-tops
By Clint GreaganShe was sitting
there,
a little after midnight,
testing me -
Vixen
By Lainie Cameronpop open the cork
hear it swoon
and whistle
until it hits its head -
A Philosophic Analysis of the Modern Homosapien in it's Less-Than-Natural Environment
By Gerard ElsonWandering blindly, searching for that which cannot be found. The futile quest for divinity long
abandoned, replaced by instantaneous stimulations. A shrink-wrapped soul and
fast food emotions, saturated in self, love now a thing of the movies. Sexual
convenience and financial surplus- revenge, how sweet it is. Cardboard mothers -
Rope Burn
By Ryan ScottAgain Captain Again!
Again Captain Again!
Sea foam, screaming, salt bubbles, salt washed -
Curvature
By Kate LockeNormal.
Nothing happening.
No curvature of sorts.
No curl of the lip or tongue. -
Let us fly
By Tom KeilyLet us fly then you and I
Let us fly then you and I
Let us fly you and I across the distance of an old sky
across the cradle of a cold sky -
Border Poems
By Stuart Cooke1.
People at the Bus Shelter; Raining
Trapped under the bus shelter, -
Old Poet to Young Poet
By David Stavangeryou are immature and I am highly evolved
you should read more Judith Wright and stop writing about yourself
"I" and "we" should not be used as poems are illuminations not spotlights
young poet smokes for photos / old poet smokes -
Waterspray
By Kathleen BleakleyI remember us
cycling home from college
summertime, through sprinklers
& back uphill -
Night
By Lainie Cameronno-one seems to embrace you
your slick reserve and enigmatic shadows
blanketing love and lovers words, their
lips and hands and flower-stemmed fingers -
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As the Prince Addresses Himself Having Realised that He Was Never Royalty
By Ryan ScottShe once said, worn out, drawn out,
sketched in pearl light, that there
can't be one without the other, they are
one in the same, -
Three Photographs Of This Boy
By Andy DrewittPhoto One
This boy is small enough
to photograph and -
The problem with transportation
By Kelly-Lee HickeyI always kiss you at the train station
Where our lives intersect.
You always go the other way. -
Why Painting is Like Geometry
By Heather Taylor-JohnsonAt university I learned about mathematics-in-music.
Between binge drinking and finding my soul
I discovered the inevitable:
inspiration doesn't become creation without fine tuning.
