Public poems
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Look and see
Smell the air, feel the peace
and serenity of listening
to the birds
hear what they are saying -
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 -
As the colours change with the seasons and days
Learning and growing as the colours change
with the seasons and days
Respect for all -
Gundungurra
The scents and sounds of bush awakening
mist rolling in
frost draining down -
growing up and learning
The smell of fresh rain
after a storm
walking outside and listening -
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The Sleeping City | Australia Street
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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 -
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. -
Warrnambool Seabaths
green silent lawn hides
behind weatherboard buildings near the railway line
There is no fence
only the partial remains of a wall -
Spring is Here.
Spring is here,
flowers in bloom,
and birds are nesting,
Winter is gone, -
A Conversation With A Rose
How beautiful you look,
in your gown of red.
A dewdrop sparkles
like a diamond on your -
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 Forget-Me-Not Secret
She comes and whispers
into my mind's inner ear
Telling me a secret,
which only I can hear -
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. -
Bless the afternoon
Bre Smith
Bless the afternoon
With its auburn rays
Peaking through trees -
Diving Rod
By Tuğçe Akyüz
Professional danc-er? Sorry, I’m new here.
Dowser, corrected the man at the door. Using a forked stick -
Dwarf Eureka Lemon
By Darrell Coggins
The air is cold,
probing clouds smudge the sky. -
Parsley
By Angelene Karas
The parsley thrives in abundance.
A true treasure found in small patch of green -
