Public poems
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As the colours change with the seasons and days
Learning and growing as the colours change
with the seasons and days
Respect for all -
we are all interconnected in mind, body, spirit
The birds connect us with their overview
af the skies that we share
the rivers connect us across Country -
growing up and learning
The smell of fresh rain
after a storm
walking outside and listening -
Look and see
Smell the air, feel the peace
and serenity of listening
to the birds
hear what they are saying -
Gundungurra
The scents and sounds of bush awakening
mist rolling in
frost draining down -
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Warrnambool Seabaths
green silent lawn hides
behind weatherboard buildings near the railway line
There is no fence
only the partial remains of a wall -
Disappearing Act
I was going to be a role model.
A real model I thought,
So I changed into every colour for I’d give you a slice in every direction. You pick my latest
collection. -
The Sleeping City | Australia Street
I
A waxing crescent moon in a twilight sky still
a vague, lightly glowing shadow of the whole –
its illuminated hemisphere – is visible. As I walk -
the Garden
Look at your life as a garden, through the eyes of acceptance.
Accept that the purpose of your life is to tend the garden of God's life force.
Be not angry or resentful if some things do not grow in your little patch.
Accept that your soil may not be the soil for another's growth or that -
Isolation day twenty five
Isolation day twenty five:
A stony faced boy and his dog,
Beneath the fir, guard the gate.
I sit and wonder of those I know, -
A Conversation With A Jasmine Flower
I recall when I was a small boy,
you were the snow flowers of Spring,
sprawling over the paling fence
of my childhood imaginings. -
A Conversation With A Rose
How beautiful you look,
in your gown of red.
A dewdrop sparkles
like a diamond on your -
A Forget-Me-Not Secret
She comes and whispers
into my mind's inner ear
Telling me a secret,
which only I can hear -
Spring is Here.
Spring is here,
flowers in bloom,
and birds are nesting,
Winter is gone, -
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Smile
Ainsley W.
Roses are Red, Violets are blue
Your words & your thoughts bring me closer to you -
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Brick Wall
Anonymous
Frustrated lil’ boy that’s always frowning.
Out of place in school, couldn’t stop yawning.
