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 Swirling posted by fray, 2009-09-12 11:03:45
More verse (full story and 1 comments)
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 No more Impositions posted by reed, 2009-06-23 04:42:01
A poem for my brothers. (full story and 2 comments)
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   Visitations posted by reed, 2009-05-08 11:39:10
From caverns of the mind (full story)
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 Kate Miller-Heidke wins International Songwriting Competition posted by staff report Herald-Sun via strings, 2009-04-30 22:37:29
[But for Artists the world and our souls would be lost. Turn from vacuous perversities and meaningless (violent) values -- live in HARMONY!
We appreciate that some specialise in the Art of Assassination and War, but surely Poetry is the preferable option!]
PEACE
In keeping with this site's policy of supporting the Arts AND Artists, we are proud to report the following: (full story)
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 A poem for a frightened friend posted by quill, 2009-04-18 07:16:57
No milk or custard today! (full story and 1 comments)
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 Well done, Leonard! posted by Richard Jinman via quill, 2009-01-30 21:40:32
From the earliest totems and depictions on cave walls till today; poets/artists have possessed the ‘magic’ to transform. The world allows murderers, liars and frauds to assume leadership at great cost to the people and planet. However, REAL HOPE and CHANGE RESIDES in the CREATIVE (not warring, destructive) spirit of humankind; from all Aussie poets and artists, WELCOME to Oz, Leonard -- and a job well done, old man.
“That sunny dome those caves of ice
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.” -- STC |
Sydney is also known for its street poet, Arthur Stace, who summed it up in a word, which he chalked onto the sidewalks of Sydney until his death:
(full story)
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 First We Take Manhattan posted by Leonard Cohen via quill, 2008-10-28 10:00:00
Voiceover:
Was die Attentäter betrifft, die in Berlin den Anschlag auf die Deutsch-Arabische Gesellschaft verübt haben, ist die Polizei einen Schritt weiter gekommen. Die jetzt nach dem Anschlag... (full story)
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 A Vagabond’s Lament posted by quill, 2008-10-21 10:42:25
Poetry for wanderers .. (full story)
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 Eternal Companion posted by cleaves, 2008-05-18 00:35:34
In remembrance of you (full story)
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 A taste of Paradise posted by quill, 2008-05-14 10:00:53
The return (full story)
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 Flying Kites posted by Layla Anwar via talya, 2008-04-14 19:09:57
Come and see
our overflowing morgues and find our little ones ...
You may find them in this corner or the other, a little hand poking out, pointing at you...
Come and search for them in the rubble of your ‘surgical’ air raids, you may find a little leg or a little head...pleading for your attention.
Come and see them amassed in the garbage dumps, scavenging morsels of food...
Come and see, come....
See them being trafficked, raped, sold and finally killed by your brave boys. The “final solution.” Remember that one? It was not so long ago...Except this time it is carried out by the "greatest democracy on earth." …
http://arabwomanblues.blogspot.com/2007/10/flying-kites_12.html (full story)
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 Parallel Universe posted by harely quin, 2008-03-23 11:34:54
I saw myself in a parallel universe the other day searching for something I hadn’t lost. It seems I possessed what my mirror-self had lost -- very disconcerting! (full story and 1 comments)
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Eight Hundred Years of Bliss posted by quill, 2007-11-24 12:30:05
In celebration of Jalalu’l-Din Rumi, intoxicated on the Ecstasy of pure unadulterated existence – one who has crossed the bridge, an immortal. We are ONE! (full story)
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 BBQ Chicken posted by dada, 2007-08-09 01:16:03
I usually pick up a BBQ Chicken at the end of the week, more from a need to avoid cooking than as a treat. I hadn’t seen the shop assistant who served me before, he was very particular about which chicken I selected, he gently prodded a few, very gently turned a few over all the while commenting on moisture content, texture and oven position. Very dedicated I thought as I pointed to a small plump chicken. The attendant smiled approvingly at my selection. As he placed the chicken in a take-away BBQ bag he gave me a knowing wink and said, “good selection, the pretty ones are not for eating." He then ritualistically handed the bag to me with both hands as if making an offering. Very odd behaviour I thought as I headed for the fresh vegetable section to obtain salad ingredients. (full story and 2 comments)
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Respite posted by quill, 2007-08-04 22:50:55
For those for whom the world is meaningless and tiresome, read and remember! (full story)
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