In substitution of my own, here are some great poems by an Australian woman before me...

ANNA WICKHAM

The Sick Assailant I hit her in the face because she loved me ( Read more... )

I wrote a poem yesterday but the internet wasn't working so I couldn't post it ( Read more... )

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I'm a barometer to insecurities,
measuring sweaty hair and readjusted clothes,
watching the rush of clipped heels and briefcases at red lights,
it's just me and the man on crutches going slow
until he swings ahead.
A man walks with his right hand fisted through a smoke haze blown
by the cigarette in his left,
and I'm pocketing frowns
for a sunny

photo thingimo


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I am still trying to bring the happy, but when things make me cry I have to share.

This is so very, very devastating.

Once again I am reminded that I need to give a little more. I am dissatisfied with the way I am living my life, it is too self involved, and I want to make more effort to create something good in the world. Life is made up of moments and they can be amazing or utterly mundane. My aim is to try and make more moments for myself and others that are ( Read more... )

That was a horrible pun on Ella Fitzgerald for which I apologise ( Read more... )