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An Australian song for a tragic timeTRAGEDY
Across the Great Southern Land the seasons change  
The spring now past, the long summer comes 
Hot and hotter, temperature now thirties, forties 
Forest and grasslands drying fast, fuel to burn

While to this tinderbox land, tragedy comes searching  
For something new, new vistas perhaps, 
Yet to incite the anguish its presence brings 
Exaggerated sorrows, and grief to many

So crouching now, this fearsome thing 
Gazes round, until dramatic change,  
Ever hotter, a fierce sun acknowledging now, 
And so the land burns as the great fires return

Raging, roaring, respecting nothing, none
 Flames lick high, higher, smoke, and cinders fly
Changing weather, threatening, fearsome 
Burning the land, consuming, threatening all  

BITTER

Nothing stops it, incensed, turbulent, hot as hell
 As tragedy stands, dark and bitter, ashen faced
 Torn and blackened,An Australian song for a tragic time4 months ago in Free Verse

Five's a CrowdA Saskatoon year is not symmetrical:
it has five seasons

familiar four—
stumbling into one another
awkward gropes
toasting timeless acquaintance

the interloper
is grey and tan
   a folded old woman
   a stalk of straw in her gravel teeth.
Limping, smiling and wet
from between Winter’s supermodel thighs
she stains white legs
     damp cigarette butts and chokecherries
     knotted in her grove of hair.

Yet we smile

snow-blind,
    we only feel
    her forehead warmth
    her Five's a Crowd4 years ago in Free Verse

Don't Hate the RayDon't hate the ray
It only did what nature told it to
It was grumpy and felt threatened
So it took the only action that it knew

Don't hate the ray
What it did was only natures way
The ray is still a beauty of the sea
A creature to be respected and conserved
By folks like you and me

But most importantly
You'll find this to be true

Please

Don't hate the ray
Because Steve wouldn't want us toDon't Hate the Ray7 years ago in Free Verse

In summer we all burnThe summer is coming,
I hear the beach roaring from here,
can see shirts hung over shoulders,
sunglasses, arms round waists,
can feel the earth's purrs,
breaking hibernation,
pollens tossed up at us in fanfare.

Ants are walking over me
because we're sharing a tree together.
Back to back, we're trying to
make our winter's pallour a warmer shade.
Is it some sort of personal sign
when you let your shoe-tongues fill with tan bark,
when it's driven you mad your whole life?
Or when you eat ice-cream in public (the sticky
fingers a mere afterthought)?

These trees though, they're not changing.
I can't help thinking theyIn summer we all burn2 years ago in Free Verse

All Our FaultWe swallowed fireflies,
watched them become
red esophagus lights
on the way down.

We pulled off wings of fairies
and cut them into tiny
glitter-dust pieces.

We blew up
the stars, the moon
and then, and then

There was no longer
enough light to guide us
in the night.All Our Fault3 years ago in Free Verse

The Swan

A love swan heart
forming in a shallow
river water an
embracing scene
with care.

See it glide in the
moonlight with an
armful of white
rose blossoms
across the stream.The swan2 years ago in Free Verse

the seed greeted the asphalt -the seed greeted the asphalt with surprise

, said it was set upon by early morning winds,
that they came from under the bridge by the bay,
rose up and turned like a freight train down the street;
ignoring the stop sign completely, causing an early commuter
to lean into it, squinting. discoloured leaves
rushed to fill its absence, falling over each other,

it said the heavy mass of pure air hit with such momentum
as to shake it off deliberately, making it a helpless
and unwilling hitchhiker for some 20 metres.the seed greeted the asphalt -6 years ago in Free Verse

For a Crow on a Telephone Wirebeing black is oppressive,
ballast in a body that should not
sit so elegantly on a flimsy wire.

lines should tense or bend
beneath your weight, but you have bones
formed of wind

and ride on things less dense.For a Crow on a Telephone Wire9 years ago in Free Verse

gold1 year ago in Free Verse

Little old lightbulbLittle old lightbulb,
all burnt out?

A twist at the neck
eliminates doubt.

A twist at the neck
eliminates doubt -

little old lightbulb?
All burnt out.Little old lightbulb7 years ago in Free Verse

The Lone WolfThe Lone wolf

He bounds through the forest
Searching for companionship
Moonlight glinting in his eyes
Howling with the anger in his heart
A lone vagabond
Wandering the world alone
Glaring at the hateful stars
Howling at the laughing moon
Stops and listens
The souls of those past
Join him in his search
Forever guiding him
Never leaving his sideThe Lone Wolf6 years ago in Free Verse

There Was a Storm Today

The palms of rain and soil applauded as they met,

twisting their fingers to knot a streaming brook.

Lightning followed, pounding its fists against the smoking sky,

While gusts of wind erupted; raindrop fireworks.

Mist began to swirl above the steaming pavement-

(reminding me of those winters by the lake so long ago.)

The puddles chased the passing storm to clear

the dusted streets and wash the trees of poor habits.

Again the lightning flickered, like a dying silver bulb

swinging by a string in some attic from the past.

The storm exhales once more to retract its mighty arms.

And so the afternoon awaits the sun to press her fingersThere Was a Storm Today10 months ago in Free Verse

Sunlight and shadows
wink and wave
as you loosen your
grip upon her hand,
   palms sliding
   fingers slipping to tips
and then
s
  e
p
   a
       r
a
  t
i
   o
        n
to a memory
to an ever increasing
thin sliver of air;
-warmth fading-
cool air and space
invading.

lose her
-wordlessly-
without a kiss goodbye
or backwards glance,
amid the cool golden wood
on fire.
a place where
-sometimes-
gray clouds,
low in the sky,
spu t t er
glistening graceful raindrops
that
   f
&#Runaway2 years ago in Free Verse

AutismAutism.

My definitions for this word are:
Brain Damage
Imperfection
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)
Mental Illness
Frustration
Slow Learning
Incomprehension
Dense
Attention Defesit Disorder (ADD)
Intolerance
Paranoia

I am cursed with autism.
I am confused whether my thinking is normal or not.
I am the only one.
I see teens with incredible thinking power.
I see science everywhere.
I see sin.
My mind carries no common sense.
My mind can never come up with the right words for me to say.
My mind is imperfect.
I repeat real life events I see over and over in my head.
I concentrate on hatred passed to me from other peopleAutism5 years ago in Free Verse

nature's beautiful canvas6 years ago in Free Verse

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Glowing Eyes

Awake at night
Hiding in the shadows
Ready to pounce
Looking out at the meadows

So majestic and beautiful
So full of life
Dark as night
And as sharp as knife

She watches you
With glowing eyes
Beneath her paws
The victim dies

She shows no mercy
And no fears
'Cause she knows all
For all she hearsGlowing Eyes2 years ago in Free Verse

Take a breath of fresh air
Let it out slowly
Savor it while it lasts
Because all the fresh air is going.

Disappearing slowly
into polluted clouds of smoke
Soon when you take in a breath
All you’ll do is choke

Say goodbye mother earth
And all her living creatures
Apparently our dying environment
Has not served as a teacher.

All the endangered species
Harder and harder to find
Well it’s time to stop searching
Because they’re all about to die

All our children’s futures
Are vanishing with our world
There wont be anything to live for
For next years boy’s and girls

Our world will be lifeless
Just like Our World4 years ago in Free Verse

Sleep

a tsetse fly
drinks its next meal

amazing shrieks
the sun, newborn crying,
is sky ilk

under
a maze of feathery canopy;
the Bandundu forest,
gives birth to a
litter of bananas-

grass covered savannahs,
stubborn windblown maize
yearningly sways
to the river, where

water walking fish farmer
casts a drowsy eye
on a school of tilapia
playing in his bamboo den;

a kihuta viper opens
its razor mouth
and belly,
fresh meat
wafting through
endless horizon;

while decadent sockets,
hanging by swollen neck,
sway
as he is carried to the garden.

Burial grounds
burn slowly
like an old antelope
pulses, waiting to Sleep10 years ago in Free Verse

44443890a country road
is splotched and bruised
with autumn slush,
the remains are warm
and simmer patiently -

in the distance,
a cluster of geese
hesitate
to cross.444438907 years ago in Free Verse

Sorry I was born a PitbullDear owner please don't hurt me
I truly didnt know
that chewing shoes and licking your face made me dangerous
and desposable

I'm sorry I was born with a jaw that is so fierce
and then the BSL came and said that we are all
doomed, for something SOME pitbulls might do.
And some things I NEVER did.

I'm sorry my mom was a pitbull, and I'm sorry dad was too.
but if you ban my breed now, who will be there to protect you?
There won't be any rotties, or bulls of any kind
regular dogs not brave the dogs who cry and whine

Please help fight the BSL for they're blaming my whole breed
as well as other bulls and rotties who have even helped peSorry I was born a Pitbull7 years ago in Free Verse

Paradise...

Paradise
I walked lonely and lonely on a silent street
Saw empty benches where dear ones meet
Underneath were impressions of invisible feet

Tenderly touched by the cool breeze
Heartily greeted by nodding trees
Oh! I was like a guest to a land of love and peace

The daffodils in yellow
Looked up and said hello!
I was standing in a meadow
Basking in The heavenly glow
Eternal bliss as far as the mind could go
Like an enchanted audience in a cardist's show.

The leaves so mesmerizing like the spades of cards
My joy now equivalent to the thirteen hearts
Clear water falling like diamonds
I felt like the queen of my club ready to coParadise...10 months ago in Free Verse

crow comes courtingresplendent in a black gloss
of feathered robes...

crow's morning clicks of courtship
echo through downcast mists that
bead upon bowed shoreline willows

and genuflect in the wake
of his purposeful strut
one hesitant step before the next,

his head cocked this way and that,
listening as distant ticks
message back a reply-

the visage of his agenda
suddenly unfolds in a wingspread
that lifts above a watery canvas,

the guttural sound of pulled
stitching sends love notes receding
into estuaries, and ripples

where tadpoles skip and dart
beneath lily pads in the random and
rapid blink of each tiny vortexcrow comes courting2 years ago in Free Verse

Mississippi Jar FliesThe air is thick and warm in the Delta.
It oozes down our lungs
as we sink down on to the levee
watching rice fields begin to shimmer.
A lacy wing of orange light
flutters on violet and trilling song.

And the dragonflies
dart and dance as little emeralds
to the tempo of twilight.Mississippi Jar Flies4 years ago in Free Verse

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