Poems
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Steyne Hotel - Manly
By Tim HeffernanIt is winter, yet
ice cream coned people
stroll along the promenade.
Out to sea -
Bridge over the River Memory
By Jeanine LeanePrince Alfred Bridge, Gundagai
When I come back I remember it has -
The Ox
By Corey WakelingSo free and easy on the draw capital gain
during the years of the ox, when the five-year-old
painted the domestic and spilled your whiskey,
Kazan scapegoat, -
Icehouse
By Sarah-Jane Normana google search yields no images:
just the random upchuck
of search engines which
both surpasses and disturbs -
North of Moony Point
By Berndt SellheimIt’s like we don’t even notice the chatter.
Like the river is enough for us, no mind.
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Driven all summer -
PLEASE DON'T GO
By John Lloyd-GreenNo please don’t go
don’t disappear
I still have one more wine —
You are my boats -
Living on Chocolate and Beer
By Stuart FlavellChekhov when he travelled
visited cemeteries, tent circuses
and comical plays.
You when you travel survive -
The disappearing
By Steve Dibirdi Hodder Watt BunbajeeDreams it seems can be deprived and refuse 2 arrive like the glimpse of past lives,
Like girlfriends and wives, not gone but forgotten,
Testaments of the rotten loves linger
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The View from the sold house
By John StokesA high, voice teetering
View this poem on The Disappearing »
A black and -
Mother's Lost Song
By Maureen O'KeefeMothers has disappeared never to be sung again. So who will sing mothers song this song
is ancient as the land itself. Mothers song has disappeared like a whisper in the wind.
Through sands of time this song echoed through a thousand years. It’s to me but a fading
memory but I still hear her singing in the wind. Her singing echoing through the des… -
A View of Elizabeth Bay House
By Jill JonesI could have written about lost friendship
the always disappearing, you did not need
so much money then to live here, so we watched
the harbour, looked down on Boomerang from -
Endemic Problem
By Jake DennisStretched on a wet log
carrying a house
as small as a 20c coin
in which it can fit -
Behind Orana Takeaway
By Rico CraigWe’re out of the rain, hunched around
a feast
five dollars worth of chips
ripped open on the concrete, -
Moments by dry sand
By Leni ShiltonI
On the day I go to school,
I drive past a boy
sitting on a stone, -
I take up a long, lone branch, bone white
By Anne M. CarsonWarrumbungles Creek, NSW
I lie balanced on the beam of a flood-felled tree,
a bridge from bank to bank. Like a hand at my waist,
a branch keeps me from falling. Water tumbles over -
Featherlight
By Eunice Andradai.
It must have been after the sermon wrung us dry—
his lungs an emptying congregation
as I mouthed sins into my fingers then -
Lampshade Phrenology
By Joel EphraimsWollongong CBD
In the heart of the city lives the float.
She has to walk over it to see it being built there.
For three consecutive years now every day after her first coffee of the morning she has watered the bad grass which grows under the window of the municipal board, alternating before or after with the watering of the diverse window-edge plants… -
The Cyclops
By Joel EphraimsThe cyclops
Was a university
Made of two children
Sitting with their -
Groove
By Bruce PascoeAt some point
he must have lifted his head,
looked back at the axe
in his hand, -
Our Son after the Q Bar
By Julie MacleanFirst there was the letter
found in the sports bag
on the bathroom floor
dumped like a wet towel