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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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idiot quips
genius errs
sure foot slips
crystal blurs
coward fights
hero leaves
wet match lights
sociopath grieves
But for all of these and the others
We my dear, shall never again, be lovers.
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So can your wait turn on me?
Or can your wait, our wait become?
The subtle and the tiny glee,
Of the pining and the waiting one, alone,
I do much rather the lost and wondering
The pacing, the looking at the phone
The nervous stammer, the...
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I'm a mystery.
Did you miss me?
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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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The center of the line
it falls slowly on deafness.
In the bottom of my mind I feel sorrow,
I need more.
To long is to feel alive,
yet so alone.
How do you change the past,
without erasing the future?
I just drift.
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The woman on the corner is selling free screams,
Shes hunched over like a standing armadillo,
Shes still though in the turbulent edges of a tornado.
I want to know what you mean,
But I cant.
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Poets don't exist no more.
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