Keywords: Australian Poem
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ARTS AND CULTURE
It was hard to look back .. for hot desert sands were stinging her eyes .. quickly obscuring aging parents .. waving forlornly from the terminal ... It was hard to cry .. for the three year old .. abducted and murdered .. now decaying in a corner of the family vault.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Various cat poets
- 22 February 2011
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I didn't have much hope. Soon I would be 50. Love was fitful and glorious and painful. There will always be thugs in caves murdering children and crowing. But we are capable of creating wonders beyond our imagination every second of the game.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Aileen Kelly
- 15 February 2011
A heavenly choir .. some individual faces at the front .. and all the rest in the careful fuzz of distance .. computer-generated to a full infinity
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Kevin Gillam
- 08 February 2011
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the tongue is bleeding, but the words come out the same. checking spelling, cursive immaculate, an orderly flight of birds across a yellowing page.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Helen Koukoutsis and Jennifer Compton
- 25 January 2011
A young man, made of ebony, from Senegal or Somalia or the Côte d'Ivoire, sat down beside me gracefully… I gave him the twenty euro that I had to hand. Stammering, ill at ease, he asked me what I had in mind.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Brian Doyle
- 04 January 2011
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For every greedy evil rapacious liar priest .. there are thirty great and subtle men .. Who wake alone quite early and don their vocations .. Willingly like a thorny endlessly tumultuous prayer
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INTERNATIONAL
- John Falzon
- 22 December 2010
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Dylan Thomas wrote that 'A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe.' Our 'good poem' is the listening to, and learning from, the people on the margins. But it will only be a 'good poem' if these whispers are translated into collective action.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Diane Fahey
- 14 December 2010
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The one on the left, wearing crimson tights, promises the world, probes with his pitchfork for hidden desires, sports a prehensile tail able to wrap around your mind ... his counterpart, in snowy alb, meditates on your right shoulder, sending into your soul's bloodstream a thirst for peace ...
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