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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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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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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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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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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 love you
like a drop of water
that trickles down
the side of a vase
full of brightly
colored roses.
They glow in the
bath of sunlight,
a glimmer of hope
rests here.
The water evaporates.
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Is it Real
The morning light invades my dream
I see my first thought of the day
The same one as every day
My eyes can not see this vision
Though it has a familiarity
a constant picture
of my tunnel
of my peace
I see her with my...
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Poetry Bytes, Twitter (@myarspoetica)
i waited for a river and a teardrop arrived
~*~
one heart bursting with energy, a white light breaks into every direction, souls dive for cover, we wait, we hide, we ache to be free
~*~
its a...
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The sun set against the white wall in flashing and deep purple and green,
I think I should have my eyes tested.
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Glory
In a dark place,
she says,
with things that wana hurt you,
things crawling on you
dark and alone,
so close to release,
if only
you could think a minute.
So well she describes it,
the haunt of the mad,
the land of the damned,...
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four o'clock crawls,
nearer to strike,
a quiet knell within,
memories now only,
of soft foot-falls.
claws tapping tiles,
my pug's personal,
arrhythmic carillon,
peal to appeal,
for dinner call.
a hollow echo,
the distance per day,...
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Our Halls are Empty
our halls are empty;
the house is silent,
motes slowly drift sparkly,
in sun stream lightly,
animating our,
freeze frame home.
pale paw prints,
gossamer thin gently,
stamped on tile tops,
adorn the floors,...
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I'm trying to learn
I'm yearning to turn
But this road I'm walking on
Comes with references to the same old song
And I really feel like I
'Belong'
Some kind of
Twisted loyalty
To past transgressions
When will I recover
My soul's true...
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Your shallow sighs
Your torrents of cries
Your resilient half-truths
And lingering lies
Your expectations of me
My suspicion of you
An unlikely pair
Can a romance blossom this spring?
I sip on Lady Grey tea
It temporarily subdues my...
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