Poems
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Bahloo
By Evelyn Araluen~ For Aunty Gloria Matthews
bahloo
I am watching you watch me -
Tadra / Buar (To Dream)
By Bebe Oliver, Peter SipeliI write to you my brother
I am weary
I write from the liquid salted landscapes
I write from within the confines of colonial borders -
Blak-out
By Brenda SaundersSista' girl need money to get home Native title
case Big time! she raps edgy
Some story -
For Grandad
By Phoebe GrainerOld cowboy hat.
We were laughing
Us mob
You telling us story. -
Grind
By DOBBYThey’re bout to set me off, you better not get involved
Trynna keep me silent, it’s high time that I talk
Hide behind smiles while thunder storms in my thoughts
The images of evil I never seen it before -
Remnant
By Ryan Prehnremnant /ˈrɛmnənt/ noun
1. a part or quantity that is left after the greater part has been used, removed, or destroyed.
i. a piece of cloth left when the greater part has been used or sold.
ii. a surviving trace. -
Tracks Wind Back
By Jeanine LeaneGundagai is the bend, the curve,
the turn in the Murrumbidgee River
ebbing and flowing – the ancient mother
of Wiradjuri children. -
Ngapigan (Grandmother)
By Anjilkurri Rhonda Radley~ poem written in Gathang, interpretations by Aunty Rhonda
Gathang
Ngapigan Djuyal -
What Pathways and Songlines?
By Charmaine Papertalk GreenIn this country of milk and honey
Contemporary mechanical dreamtime mine time animals
Land stolen from traditional owners
Vomiting our precious earth on foreign shores -
A Final Note About The Religions
By Lionel FogartyI opened the door that morning to the horror of society
Sis we gotta pay another $250 to get our brothers coffin
to the Church, we already given all we got
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Longing, Wanting
By Stiff GinsLonging, Wanting
My edge, a blade
Slice through air, slice through air
No breath, no rain -
Bugiya, Naway, Burradja (Yesterday, today and tomorrow)
By Lyndsay Urquhart~ Written with Dharawal, Dhurga and Darumba interpretations provided by Vikki Parsley and Jodi Edwards.
Mida mumu step
One little step -
Forever, Flag
By Claire G Coleman~ For Harold Thomas—Designer of the Aboriginal Flag
Forever in my blood, etched bleeding into my flesh
I remember when you wept red; the pain -
Non-Pain In Rain
By Lionel FogartyNo matter who lands?
Earths our same lands
Matter what worlds depend
On cost and prices. -
L’Opposition et les Cases Conjugées sont Réconciliées
By Evelyn AraluenI say I won’t go
and you say you won’t choose
We make games of blocking and correspondence
but cannot sustain the play -
2560
By Ethan Bell~ Dharawal interpretation provided by Jodi Edwards
Mingang Budjari– What’s Good
been a long time since I nandhi– Seen– you in the neighbourhood -
The Tree, The Tree
By Peter MinterAre you old, trunk so cold,
what secrets do you hold?
Oodgeroo Noonuccal
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Eyes of Feeling
By Lionel FogartyIn = meek
My feelins have not change
One with the murri
And we are alone -
Cradle of Life
By Archie RoachI go down to the ocean
Here on the sand
Ah my heart is broken
As here I stand -
Whale Song
By Barbara NicholsonMuch have I known of this sea-green world
from fathomable depths of deepest emerald
to the break beyond the limey shallows
where silvery beams from a waxing moon
