Poems
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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… -
Dart-Object
By Evelyn AraluenIf you’d known what and where I was leaving
from the pieces fallen slack by the mould
Desire might invite key or lock
or tempt you to hold objects in the dark -
Bold
By Declan Fry, Craig Santos Perez[so I was listening to cassandra jenkins today
and reading the guardian]
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Poem II.
By Nicole SmedeAn ancient womb enfolds
a rumbling energy;
calls within
entering an infinite time -
Longing, Wanting
By Stiff GinsLonging, Wanting
My edge, a blade
Slice through air, slice through air
No breath, no rain -
Decompose our poems
By Lionel FogartyWhen . nomination came to you
think of .ones like me dead
When . no man cheered to come, to crowd
congratulates, think of me dead -
We Not Strangers or Visitors
By Charmaine Papertalk GreenFirst Nations peoples connecting to land they are not strangers or visitors.
Yamaji nyinayugundi
Old ground our country with ancient ones deep within
Winja barna -
Desert is a body
By Judith Nangala CrispinI’ve walked here before, in the shadow of old Limbunya Station,
Lingiari’s heartland, where Wickham River veers toward the western sea
but never makes it—fraying instead to threads that vanish in blue clefts,
where the desert lifts in scrub and towering sandstone cliffs, then drops -
A Spread Quilt
By Declan Fry, Craig Santos PerezA spread quilt, silken, shadows
lengthen, resolve into shape. We lie here
casting around the remains
of the day, impressions of form, gathering life: -
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After viewing the Carved Trees Exhibition
By Gayle KennedyArborglyphs, Dendroglyphs
These are the scientific words
The white man uses to describe
Our tree writing, the sophisticated hieroglyphics -
Mangrove Girls
By Lulu HoudiniPotato scallops from the takeaway that always smells like a camel station
but that my sisters and I can't get enough of.
Pimples show up on our faces because of it.
Tell Mum there was a price increase and that's what happened to the change. -
Untitled
By Celestine RoweWe rose up from the darkness, where they kept us all along
We shine bright, smiling, never letting go of what could become
The vision held inside, we grab them tight
The dream even though it seemed for ever to become real -
Ngurambang yali – Country speaks
By Jeanine Leane~ Wiradjuri interpretations provided by Aunty Elaine Lomas
It’s been too long since I sat on granite in my
Country and thought -
Nyuwili (tears)
By Charmaine Papertalk GreenI am kin to colonial archive violence
Ngayamanmanha; Ngayamanmanha; Ngayamanmanha flogging
Family stories of removal, genocides, and social experiments of eugenics
Bumanha; bumanha; bumanha; bumanha; bumanha killing -
Gadhu Burri Burri
By Nicole SmedePoetry comes in many forms. It is found in a beautiful sunset, in the melodies sung by whales and whispered in wind, in feet stomping Country in dance, in the colours and patterns across a canvas and in the relationships with have with eachother and Country.
'Gadhu Burri Burri' is a sonic poem inspired by and written for Baraya Barray - Wha… -
YILAALU –BU-GADI (once upon a time in the bay of Gadi)
By Lorna MunroMELLALUCA
YURALI (eucalyptus)
PAPERBARK
KURRIJONG -
Banggliga
By Jacob MorrisCo-authoured by Jacob Morris, Ethan Bell and Adrian Webster
~ with Gumea Dharawal interpretations by Adrian and Jacob.
Walanēri Warūnga Banggliga -
Wildflower
By Kirli SaundersI picked these
to remind you
that there is a place
for your struggles. -
Sink Stopper
By Evelyn AraluenTo stop: tinker, replace
Drain and fill
Pop the stopper
From the stove
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