Fight for diversity at your peril. Many people, regardless of skin colour or heritage, have vested interests in maintaining segregation. I am not one of them.Truth Telling. Dignity. Courage. I want these to be the defining characteristics of Australian society.
Category Archives: Poetry
Lesson at the Yorkian
Luka Lesson takes the stage and you can already feelPages turning in his mind as he recites with powerThe ages we’ve waited to hear these lines Live it is with ‘May Your Pen Grace the Page’Delivered to the crowd they grow loud and cheerTo the rhymes that clear the message through the voices Ringing throughContinue reading “Lesson at the Yorkian”
Given the timeto produce a rhymesaying with grace andkeeping rhythm in time Find the path to say the ideasthat everyone hearsin their soulsthe vision sears Through the yearswe find new partsin our heartsand make new starts Making arttakes timewe sayit’s mine Me is on the pagegoing into your earand through your mindyou find Nothing queerbetweenContinue reading “Connected”
It’s 4am 4am 4am 4am it is…
It’s 4 in the morning and we copy a dull theme that became a memeA TED-sponsored presentation which bent the genre and the sender of the message circled back again and againThe laughter was fun until the third time was done and I became dumbFind a way to stay invested in the TED-tested my mindContinue reading “It’s 4am 4am 4am 4am it is…”
Hear it!Snuffling in its caveScrabbling aboutShuffling toward the opening Don’t make a sound!Take another breathSilentlyFind another toe hold Further up the cliff faceRain is comingDon’t let a pebble fallDon’t rouse the beast Fingers acheArms and legs need a restMuscles judderKeep moving up! Its head appearsSnout angling for scentOf preyShrink against the rock Hold tight!Fingers weakenRightContinue reading “The Beast”
What is on the other side?The bridge is ricketyIt creaks under my weightThe sunlight bright and clear. One foot in front of the otherThe bridge swaysThe breeze whistles pastI grip the vines for support. Cross over the chasmReject everything learnedSay goodbye to all that went beforePropelled forward by Thousands of facesSigns of connectionSatisfaction at growthPowerfulContinue reading “Cross Over”
Philosophy of life and death.
The Little Huntsman
Studying with Scribbleson Monday night,a spider wandered up past the topon the wallbehind my laptop screen. Oooh!I disturbed the group as the beastscamperedup the wallto perch near my high school painting. After class it had adopted the opposite wallby the place where myfeet would be while I sleep. It dodged the tea-toweltook three shots of sprayand wandered away. ‘Twas a happy me whoContinue reading “The Little Huntsman”
The Mad Scottish Woman
I named a creek after her todayThe name of which she wasn’t appreciativeHappy the water was running awayThe appellation was evocative. Her sideways glance forewarnedOf a suppressed desire to harmAnd I, being well informed,Stood beyond the reach of her arm. ‘Lunch I shall need’, I did so proclaim‘A lovely hot shower you shall need’, saysContinue reading “The Mad Scottish Woman”