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Coralline, I was sure that when I returned home,
It was you that Id seen, huddled and unclean and hunched in the alley,
Some smelly retreat, the muttering beat of your heart that palpitated and wheezed,
Some scene, seeing you there, windswept...
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Music from a Jade Flute
The Ci Poems of Li Qingzhao
Clifford Pannam 2009
A beautiful and useful new edition of Li Qing zhao's CI genre poems.
Li Qing Zhao or Ching chao is the most famous Woman CI poet of the Song and probably every...
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The dilemma with loving so complete!
You run the chance of succumbing,
to a never ending pain,
a solemn promise to stop hurting,
never seemed so vain.
Original prose by
Alexander Teligioridis
Written November 2009
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Mixed messages,
Calculated deficits,
As in you were deliberately not being whole.
You had calculated my persona,
Known that somewhere within me
What I needed was to fix,
And you adjusted, made a fake hole, for me to fill and you to...
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She walked in and;
I woke up.
Your eyes are like a whip crack
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War Gods
God and war;
which one came before?
Does one necessarily,
begat the other?
Can one have war,
without a God?
Can one have a God,
without war?
Seems to be neither,
sits so easily alone,
so one must always,
have the...
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I must explain about some time when there occurred a row
In trust vexed pain through loutish crime could scarce be stirred up now
That risky, raving sinful day is not to be forgotten
For misbehaving in that way each clot still feels rotten
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The following Ode is for a man that I greatly admired.
Ian Cookesley was an enormous source of support and encouragement for many students at NIDA and he continued that support throughout his long professional career, particularly at The Melbourne...
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The sun throws itself out to everyone each day.
It is giving something.
It is not asking for something.
Some people like the sun.
Some people love the sun.
Some people are indifferent to the sun.
Some people dont like the sun so much.
The...
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My friend who dresses like a tangerine,
Got stung behind the knee by a bee,
She screamed and stamped her feet,
Get the antihistamines, is what she what she means,
So I did.
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I am sick of being tired,
Wired and sore.
Sick of waking up in different places, with an aching back,
Sick of my throat feeling like I have smoked too many cigarettes, because I have.
Sick of paying off one travelling trip and saving for...
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The mundane and those who sound the same,
Even the mundane who sound different from the rest,
But the same as their 10 day ago selves,
Ive felt at times that alone is the way to go.
Not forever though,
The time will come...
...When...
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My friend dresses like fruit,
She always looks wonderful and her smile and her words are wonderful too,
Its just that she always dresses like fruit.
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How about writing a poem about some of the things you and your siblings did when you were kids!
I can remember fun times catching yabbies down at the river, and I remember trying not to get involved in games of Brandy that my big brother loved so...
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Comfort, longing
Just stay here
The world may be calling
But they can wait
Or just go on
I don't care
I'm in bed
My safe place
Safest in the world
No warfare, no bombing
Just my blanket
And pillows
And me
Alone in my bed
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scratch the leaves because when you come home,
the fish will be waiting for you,
draped over seven pans and burping up memories,
where the waters end and the mind begins thats is where we can once again meet
the pools between the worlds...
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all pens are overflowing,
i thought the ink would dribble down the sides of the table,
slowly and deliberately,
creeping across the floor
seeping into the floorboards
years later you would come back,
and find that everything had...
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How can I bring myself to tell you,
of our love this dispensable injustice,
my resolve must be, has to be stronger.
How can I love you anymore than I already do?
How can I stop crying tears so many?
When I know Ive lost you,
not my love,...
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I see the world in a funny way.
I see the world like all of the sounds and smells and colours and shapes and textures and emotions and people and kisses and yelling and soft pillow cases and headphones and purple roses and soft billowing clouds...
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Whatever time ahead may store we strive to work and win
And never climb in bed then snore, to skive the lurking din
Remaining bright, each brother strong, we pump with weight and beef
Take strain to right another wrong, then slump in great relief...
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