Keywords: New Australian Poems
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Lerys Byrnes | John Falzon
- 13 October 2009
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We drink. We dance with openly dark angels, strain our ears and wings to listen
to the wisdom of the broken and the lost. We will discern the sudden
dust we've come from beatifically.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Ian C. Smith
- 06 October 2009
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The kiss of peace in the Eucharist .. Judas' kiss of death, CPR's of life .. Georgie Porgie's, spin the bottle's .. the kiss of a rolling billiard ball .. Gene Simmons' great tongue Kiss
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Michael Sariban
- 29 September 2009
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We've been fighting, you've been beating .. your fists against my intractable wall — your version, of course, flawed as mine .. It's taken us years to give up on logic .. to realise neither will bleed to death.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- L.K. Holt
- 22 September 2009
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The teenage boy .. drunk, taunting, now hanging from
.. your latch of jaw
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Grant Fraser
- 15 September 2009
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Men who stood before the gate .. trail the weight of empty hands, empty pockets .. Back to the shanties .. Where children are launching imagined craft .. Away from the stench of earth .. Into pools .. the colour of Keen's Mustard.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Kathryn Hamann & Belinda Rule
- 08 September 2009
With your cervical vertebrae upwardly inclined you talk of stars and wonder .. I explain how you are deceived, for we look down, pinned by the force seen as I drop this half-eaten apple at your feet
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Brendan Ryan
- 01 September 2009
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inventing sins to keep the peace .. Were the priests cheated too, as I was? .. Or did they come to trust a congregation .. by the stories told in confession?
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Edward Reilly
- 18 August 2009
At the end of our courtyard a car starts .. Growling like some fierce predator .. Our collective souls quiver, cough softly .. Lest he draw up outside our window.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Margaret McCarthy
- 04 August 2009
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The drops are not an army ... Each promised drop gives the roof .. a temporary rash which .. fades before the next gob hits. .. The water does not rain as a team.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Chris Andrews
- 28 July 2009
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When I was a kid the right knee of my pants usually tore first, but I can only sneer on the left .. My body goes this way up for 16 hours, then should be laid flat in the dark.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- Peter Matheson
- 07 July 2009
I spot the odd ornamental shrub .. And even the occasional bird .. Though only sparrows, it seems .. Beloved of the Lord .. Survive this sterile affluence.
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ARTS AND CULTURE
- David McCooey
- 23 June 2009
Your ribs cast a tent of
.. light, dramatic and impossible .. your bifurcated brain .. the chambers of your heart .. your spine, your face — surprisingly familiar and haunting
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