Category: Poetry
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News Speak
Breaking news A developing situation Live cross to our Reporter on the ground. Victim rushed to hospital Fighting for her life Neighbours shocked and stunned She’s home now safe and well. Breaking news An unfolding tragedy Live cross to our Reporter on the ground. Ongoing spat raised voices Heartbroken lover Final fatal blow A makeshift […]
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He says He says
He says “I’m tired of saying sorry…” i say “especially when…” He says ”It’s not all men.” i say, “women fear men…” He says, “Men protect women.” i say, “…from other men.” He says, “They should be thankful.” i say, “…yet still they live fearful.”
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Not Enough Men
I’m not responsible, It wasn’t my fault, Don’t blame it on poor little me, All you feminazis, I’m not all men. Seriously? That’s your best reply, Happy are you to stand idly by, Nod at another death by stealth, While you shed tears: only for yourself. Let’s work through the list shall we, Let’s see […]
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daunted
His eyes rove round and circular, Quick bursts spoken near and far, Until he stands tall and perpendicular, Shaken still giddy with unspent energy. He looks down hoping to be free, I’ll just take this then says he, Face creased with concern, He disappears too suddenly. He returns as a wraith, Still speaking clarity decisively, […]
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Kintsugi
Afterwards the pieces lay shattered, Some I couldn’t tell from the dust, I picked up those that mattered, Even those covered with rust. I couldn’t remember how they fitted, I mended one then another, I found they all knitted, Melded somehow now renewed together.
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Salve for Another
I walk, totter, fall and stumble, Is this it? The last fall to make me humble? The sun stares and laughs at my sweat now dried No tears for me at sunset though still I cried. A lover left wandering in the desert dark, No light, no hope to reignite love’s spark. Until there came the cool twilight, […]
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Witness at Circular Quay (Sydney)
My quiet corner, Sydney’s Circular Quay, I write indulging my silent curiosity, An auditory observer this Sunday As towards me waves wend their way. A didgeridoo drones from afar, Adults chide children who return laughter, A wheelchair borne man draws near, Nods at me knows why I’m really here. I remain your waiting witness.
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Poetry In Motion
Seven minutes to the poetry reading! I’m early feeling safe. One ticket, I say. Sold out, I’m sorry, comes the reply. Good, I say. So it should be for poetry! I’m a poet right! Hang on I’ll double check, is her reply. There’s one ticket left! Déjà vu is happening to me! Do you still […]
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Fifth Walk
My breath mists like a kettle, Mother brother me in the park, Grey sky overcast not yet dark. How did you know me that quiet day? Left the surf as one, us the last wave, We spoke words that neither would say. Shuffle from her who cannot save, Suitcase, bag, burden sets me free Released from […]
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The Crying Poet (Lizzy Jarett)
Your first words are crushed in the spotlight, Your typed sheets flutter like grey moths at night, Your words spoken staccato rat-a-tat, You recount a tragedy as if it’s matter of fact. Many choking blows, A final breath, Everybody now knows Another needless death. All their tears sweep down up and around, We all cry and sob […]
Andrew James Whalan 