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OverWoke
“Apostate,” she hissed in my face.
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as will you
You will weigh me and find me wanting As I did them. You will see say and try more than loving As I did them. Until the generation leapt calls you to see Your children’s children now set free Until you become the parent seeking Out the hidden children’s suffering. You will weigh them and…
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love left alone
If I caught and kept love It would be no love at all Love left dying at last grasp Dust and leaves floating in its wake. If I fought for and left love I would be the one to fall Love lying faithless hope left to clasp At emptiness cleft to my selfish ache. If…
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Opposites Detract
Of course you truly love that other. And expect them to live for you completely Until they morph into that new another The one that doesn’t care even proportionately. Yet think upon this! That bloody minded other Knows full well that living for another Is their one and only true saviour Why? It’s in their…
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WaterLove
Dripped as if from a tap, Freed through a broken dam, swam through a flowing river, First escaped from a cloud. Risen hidden to the sky, Cast invisible into steam Frozen like caught sparks Fell eventually to a stream. Poured out into the ocean, Love vanished now so free.
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The other side of the counter…
With the incessant flight delays, one should also step a little beyond one’s own upset and realise the following. Anyone in customer service can’t be in it for the money. There isn’t enough money in this world or the next…
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Turn me into poetry
I could turn everyone I meet into poetry But that would assume everyone I meet touches me. Meanwhile I stay hidden quiet in my non-controversy And even those few that do rarely evoke me Into any semblance of phraseology. Meanwhile I stay hidden silent in my inexpressibility! Perhaps you can discern yourself afterwards Recognise the…
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The Conversation Problem
The first hint occurred after a meetup. As we trooped off to the pub, everyone split up. Into their pre-existing groups.
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the burden
A resurgence ! Finally, at last From jobs passed, an old residence A new venue, with fresh company While many hidden burdens renew. Except for that suitcase you can never unpack Because the burden on your back is always you.
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After the bushfire (a lamentation)
Ahead the greyed road snakes sideways Sunlight dappled left and right plays With the greens of the forest until Dark falls : a bushfires boundary of black. We drive into a grey smoke shadowed forest Peopled by charcoaled trees and deadened branches Silence between us until we reach the town Where there was not a…
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The Jar
Jam, Daddy? First he coiled his wrist around the lid.
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Poetry on the Route 19 Tram
The girl on the tram is sitting opposite me. She can’t see me : I’m seated diagonally she taps her phone I see her fingers reaching Down deep into the heart of what she’s writing. She glances up scans all around looks down again I keep my head down. Meanwhile her fingers nimbly Lengthen in…
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Andrew James Whalan 