Legacy — 50 Years
I carry the stories of those who walked before me
Their voices live softly within my blood and bones.
I have walked this Country, learning, loving, becoming,
With every step, I leave footprints of my own.
I am the daughter of yesterday, the woman of today,
A keeper of stories, of culture, of truth.
At fifty, I stand with my ancestors beside me,
And leave a path of strength for the generations to come.
- Cyndy Moody
Searching
Our home is not where we were,
Nor where we will be,
Home is where laughter resides,
and masks go away.
Home, no matter what or when,
is the place we can be ourselves,
even when we don't usually do.
Home,
is with the people,
who makes us accept
the parts,
that we can't really sit with.
- Irdina
A Kind of Love Poem
I wander the streets of Chișinău
searching
for a definition
of love.
Then I see you
in the distance.
There is no way
to reduce you
to a single
definition.
- Maria Ivanov
mass stranding
pilot whales in their hundreds
keep trying to come back.
stay in the ocean, I scream
at them. take me with you
I regret ever crawling onto land
- prema arasu
About Us
Everything we talked about
was centred on us.
Not about you,
nor about me,
but about us.
- Varsha
self-love notes
with each new word
it replaced the tears
she lost
with each new verse
she wrote
it puddled a self-love note
with each new line
it reminded her of how
she overcame
her worst.
- Jamie L. Everingham
Loving You
my heart catches
on the soft edge
of your breath
the moon shivers
on the soft edge
of this starry night
my love whispers
on the big screen
as we look up
- Deanne Leber
It’s Never Too Late
It's not too late,
Do not get upset,
Get your mindset,
To win over fate.
It's not too late,
Start now to get
Goals unfulfilled yet.
Bars that you met
Will surely be mate.
Don't be so afraid,
Get up and get set
Go by way straight
To reach goals left.
It's never too late.
- Dipak Dikshit
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The birds sing above
Like breeze through the canopies
Love moves unhindered
- Rose Marsh
Monostich Poems
I turn the magnifying glass on myself.
The jungle is not out there.
Some goodbyes are a greeting to oneself.
A hoarder is one who rejects the present.
The primary witness is not looking.
The phone holds the man.
- Amanda Anastasi
Rest Day
Chalk daughters in triangle skirts
Yesterday's rain running violet
Dust to meet petroleum puddles
Complete the rainbow
Dad fighting the lawnmower
Mum hovering by hibernating dahlias
Wishing them awake, sister sleeping
And me, foot fighting a laced shoe
To fly the streets
Under the magpie's warble and then
Home with knees skinned on asphalt
Kissing snail slime
- Tharidi Walimunige
Boorloo wombat escapee
Thump! Rolling wombat
Downhill to twinkling creek bed
Push on to burrow
- Nicole Hawke
Seagulls
seagulls standing in their own reflection
stealing sky into concrete
dipping beaks into themselves
to quench their thirst
I, too, am a blurred mess
when the water ripples
when you have thrown
a grain of sand
into the puddle of my soul
- Judith Huang
acclimate
I am
stripes of sunlight
on forest floors,
fighting through canopies
to warm the ground at your feet.
- Carrie Y Zhang
Listen
I am curling my body
to become an ear
elbows in knees to chest
a dish of flesh small and still
I am becoming gilled
embryonic estuarine
my soft fish flesh
remembering
I have spiralled
to my own centre
waiting listening
waiting
- Renee Pettitt-Schipp
Śhūnyatā (शून्यता)
As we travel the duality
of existence and inexistence—
pulse and being,
I hope our cosmic orbitals
collide again and again.
From ancient light
diffused alongside dark matter
at the very edge
of space, we'll return remade.
- SoulReserve
Kitty. 2004-2025
When I say Cat, I am saying: Bastet, Sphinx –
I am saying: Li Shou, Hecate – feline visitor
from the underworld – I am saying: remember
how we lost our hands in her Norwegian fur?
I am saying: purr – her engine synched to
the rhythm in our blood. When I say, conjurer
I am saying: pupils – oval and dark as black
holes, sucking us into the hinterlands.
When I say cat, my cat, I am saying: goodbye.
- Julie watts
Song of the Redwoods
Crowds come witness ancient things
greed chops down for inner rings:
"Look how busy this beast was,
becoming"
- Phoebe Brown Roberts
Why, Deny, Your Lie
Your ‘white lie’—
that you deny
cut the tie
connecting you and I.
I would often bend
distend…my body—
to occupy the morality
of your fantasy’s reality
you deny
my body’s capacity
to comply to your little ‘white lie’.
- T
Goddess
I want to speak softly
Be the caress of a dream
To be seen as a goddess
Glowing, flowing seamlessly
Never seen less than heavenly
Listen to my sweet song, melody
Never more or less than I am
For I am a goddess, all knowing
Of what I know, never more or less
My eyes know dreams, intuition
Transpiring before my mind’s eye
I want to speak softly
- Crystal Reddell
Cold moon
Cold moon seeks solace in the solitude of night,
Slowly, seductively changing before Earth's eye.
Unlike her giant brother, the ever consistent sun,
She subtly illuminates quiet darkness,
Forcing neither threatening heat nor intrusive light.
Not extending warm tendrils, yet neither does she burn .
A luring indifference.
I could stare at her forever and never go blind.
- Kyra Shewolf
Time Machine
We had no right to meet.
In fact it was almost impossible,
By anyone's calculation.
So if I had a time machine,
I wouldn't change the past,
Or even relive it.
I would just prove that,
In every time and place,
We would overcome the odds,
Again, and find each other,
For the next first time.
- James Audcent
Affected
toes squelch in low tide
the rock pools appear
small creatures thrive
tactile reminders
to embrace nature
in uncertain times
whistling wind whirls
across the beach
salty earthiness
- Paula Darvas
The weight of your absence
I thought,
I saw you today,
And as I laid,
In my bed that night,
I felt your presence,
Rest within both my heart and mind,
And though you might not be here,
I still feel you,
Wherever I go
- Monika Singh
Returning
Some days it’s okay to be broken
to lay the body down
upon the wet earth - my heart
is raining, so take me
wrap me in mud and leaf
I was always yours
You are the Beloved
I cannot leave
- Miranda Aitken
in the city
headlights cast long shadows
water puddles like ancient mirrors
reveal long forgotten warriors
striding in the rain
- Thomas
Changing State
A poet sublimates suffering into words
that evaporate. Grief, anxiety and rage
scintillate, become sublime on the page.
Word-weaving is divine alchemy
that transforms hidden pain into poetry,
and holds everything up to the light.
- Kaitlyn Sun
Winter morning
An Ibis
struts its way
through the long grass
picking at the
fermenting olives
on the ground.
- JoHoareau
The sky cracks open
We shelter at last
to watch the storm pass by,
our hands out to the rain.
The sky breaks beyond clouds
and the rain feels like
shards of glass, cold and sharp
as it falls onto our open palms.
- Jo Merrey
I see
dragonflies darting
tumbling touching
lips lift my cheeks skyward
- inki kate
Ode to a WA Mango
Oh perfect fruit your beauty suits
The adoration that we bring,
To get inside your luscious skin.
That sweetness of the taste you give
We hope that we will soon re-live.
Sweet as a breeze to storm-tossed ships
Becomes the taste close to the pip.
The luscious, rude, delicious, din
Of lips and cheeks and tongue and skin,
Oh mango pleasure, is a gourmet win!
- Isabella Oliver
This whole time
A spider’s brain extends through its web
like a giant, external eardrum.
A neural network unlimited, but
by the bounds of what it weaves.
Imagine then, that our psyches also
navigate beyond us.
Synapses stretching, vibration sensing
through soil, leaf and stream.
And what then, if in reverse
nature cast its mind out.
And this whole time, we’d been divine;
A collective, live cerebrum.
- Jessica Mason
Warm Hands
When I stepped out
of my midnight ride
and smelled the frozen
sooty air, I thought about
mulled wine in Melbourne
and those gloves I lost
at Mount Cook.
Then I thought about
my childhood home,
that old pot belly stove -
how we'd gather there,
each winter.
- Ellie Cottrell
Precarious
Each evening at eleven exactly
wind the clock eleven turns.
Each morning at seven roughly
whisper bees into being.
Each afternoon at three thereabouts
wander east to a swift creek.
At six precisely set the sun
to reel in news of the world.
Roll it into sharp fists.
Watch it burn.
- Beth Spencer
I wonder
Dimly lit morning mist tickles
a sneeze out of the wiggly bee
that bounces on the nodding heads
of sleepy flowers that have woken
from months of hidden rest
All we have to pay to see
the little miracles around
is attention, and a crumb
of appreciation
Has the weight we carry
pulled our eyelids shut?
Have we grown too blind to wonder?
- Julia Burr
a mile in someone else’s car
the ground is rumbling,
without stampede -
birds might soon outnumber us
in footfalls - pigeon hops
and the pregnant toddle
of ducks up the bank
to the bakery -
the earth does not patter,
it is being ground down,
contours flattened like old tires -
tread a little,
pick up your feet.
- Sashi Tandon
Beat
We stalk this land on earless feet,
tread deaf to nature’s scream,
all in service to mutton bleat
and vast need for meat and cream.
Fossil fuels power endless heat,
gold, lithium from bleeding seam,
eternally feeding easy street,
which ever lights the greedy gleam,
as billionaires cry rinse repeat!
Lustful howls drown our dream
of hearing earth’s heart beat!!
- John Alley
stay.
awe at golden lights dancing
along verdant treetops, fronds
flickering as they fall into nearby
waters, rippling the still surface.
watch as the sky swirls from orange
into pink before night arrives
and the sun gives a final embrace.
the stars blow kisses in greeting,
while the moon smiles proudly;
a reminder, you're still here
even when darkness seizes light
- Christine Galindo
Just a quick question…
Birds dancing?
Flowers romancing?
Is your ear to the ground?
Fish swimming?
Insects skimming?
Was your ear to the ground?
- Caroline Crow Salmon
Passers-by
World of the other side: Me wondering
The who is brave to brace the unknown;
The who is warm that is indefinably by the cold;
The who shuffle with grace and wouldn't stop by cruelty;
The who who eats the blessing and
glory kindly offered by the supremacy;
There you go, we go, they go: Me watching
- maggllee
Red Tortoise Kueh
Ah Ma drank kopi-o, black as night,
beneath the red New Year light.
Red tortoise kueh steamed sweet:
mung bean, peanut, salt and heat.
I feared the smoke, the oily air,
the tongue I could not meet her there.
She called me little morning star;
her meaning reached me from afar.
Now I kneel where old tiles keep
the words I lost, the love buried deep.
- Aurelne Thian
A bit of a stretch
Life, an endless journey, a train
from big bang to post collapse.
Time, a river, in ceaseless flow,
o'er the bridge, light into shadow,
I am the alpha and the omega.
Yesterday's north tomorrow's south
I am here. Now. See me as we cross
each other. As I see you. Im coming
from Yanchep, headed to Mandurah
is all. Just Perth things lol.
Coast to coast. Same west coast.
This city keeps stretchin... us all.
- Kanchweiser
For Maggie
We met later in life
Over coffee at poetry club
Your gentleness of words
Your sensitivity of expression
Ignited this knowing
That we could not ignore
You are a poet to be heard
- Kaye Brand
Bathe your skin in apricots
is there anyone happier than
a woman in a commercial
who just bought The Product?
new monsters frolic
through the neon mouth
of fatigue a bluelit buzzkill
I believe in ghouls more each day
creepypasta contrapasso
catching on the crockpot
combing the clouds for mercy
the salt of our collective flesh
cloven behind cobalt glass
- Alex Creece
Conch Shell
you press my skeleton to your flesh
when you long to hear a mouthful of home
buried in the scarlet pools and sea glass
impressions splinter into grit, sculpted by shifting
winds buffered by imperfect spirals, a pearlescence
refracting shadows in direct light, a cradle to the soft bodied
be tender with this mortal frame as you trace fractures of a fossil
thrust to the fire, transparent you will see my veins and pallor are
no different to yours, lean in, these whispers leak my story.
- Tayla Richardson
The Sound of One Man Waking
A tree falls in the woods,
unheard
but not unnoticed.
I wonder how much destruction
I have caused,
not registered by my senses.
- Ron Barton
You Simply Are
Held Enough Loved Seen
Believed in
Uniquely purposeful
Trust, rest knowing
Your heart is known, ripe for refill
You've been in the valley
Now's time for the hill
Let affirming words Renew you, by grace
I hear your voice, I see your face
You
Simply
Are.
- Lisa Roth
Mallow
Infernal dragons lick the pillows–
woodsmoke-lashed vanilla, black
bubble husks to peel. Sugar tongues,
sticky cheeks– warm pink taffy
blobbed in paddock dirt. Twigs kebab
the white-pink clouds, cindered in
the cone– steel trap for weathered
wood. Full bellies of mallow, across
the way from the Picnic Tree.
- Brittany Riley
Finding You
Oh hey, there you are
I was admiring you from afar
You, over there, calling my name
Louder now though still the same
A smile on my face, I saw you there
Bright blue eyes, long brown hair
You turn around, a childish grin
I realise now how long it’s been
A playful skip, a twirl, a hop
You dance with me until we drop
It feels years since you and me but
There all along, I clearly see.
- Sarah Loughrey
Consumed
Saw your smile again today
on a busy afternoon, in a cafe
plastered on a different face
with softer eyes
One more day
and I would have made it through
a whole weekday streak
without you
ravenously gnawing
on my mind for lunch
- aurelstras
From “Free” to Free
From the up-top,
To the down-below.
From the land of the free,
To the lucky country.
From Illusions of freedom,
A life shaped by struggle.
To safety and soft beauty,
A life of new openings.
A spirit broken and caged,
Australia welcomed me.
My soul rose into light,
I was finally free.
- Jerilynn Frame
Wordsmith
Like my grandfather sharpened
the tools of his trade on a whetstone,
I sharpen my pencil
to hone my craft;
cutting away the noise
of the busy city around me.
I fix my ear to the ground
to capture the chants the earth
creates deep deep in its core.
And rising whisper these sweet
nothings to the page.
- Elena Beltrame Preiato
Full Bloom
I wake in the night
you are gone
the scent of your skin
on mine lingers.
I am a flower
in full bloom
my petals silky,
with morning dew,
lips swollen
from last night’s kisses.
Honey on my tongue
Venus in my eyes.
- Maria Bonar
Listen for Yourself
Do you feel it? Vibrations of
soft murmurings calling to your
being, as you place curious ear
to ground, to the drum heart of
earth that knows how you song.
Nature asks us to listen, listen
to understand what too walks
your path before you.
- hergreyside
Comprehending
Listen
Hear It?
Filter Out Noise
Confusion Evaporates, Now Clarity
Understood
- Cherry A. Hodges
Somewhere
Orpheus does not look back
and Upstairs, Eurydice Doubts and
leaves him – in truth,
who wouldn’t look for light in
darkness? There is always
a song if you want it there.
In both wilt & bloom, it happens
again & again & again.
- Lahraeb Munir
in flow
fall in love to a slow crawl,
the slish-slosh at my ears
dragging the tides
until thoughts disappear
arms carving wide circles
I embrace silent dusk,
glide like a ripple
and exhale on the hush
- written_by_liv
Aisha Qadisha
The other side of darkness
is moonshine and bliss
enshrouding lovers like a blanket
promises of eternity
timeless dreams
stolen embrace
nighttime whispers that end
in morning bliss
A blanket that cocoons desires
unpretentious, unrestrained
free from any malediction
love palpable manifest
- Shoma Mittra
Equations
Sometimes it astounds me to think
that, in theory, scientists
could dedicate countless hours to
the derivation of complex equations
describing—nay approximating—
the simplest movements of my arms
stretching out across a big bed
towards a simple bedhead
like a baby’s arms
stretching out across a small bed
towards the lining of a womb
that’s simply not there.
- Michael Leach
Ancient Footsteps
This earth hums with secrets
ancient footsteps, old rain
I listen with my bones
- Karen Richards
Shack Home
Beach a skip away,
yard longer than my existence,
wind blows, tree snaps,
threats of a broken home.
A toilet in the backyard, cold is the floor,
I can't stand here anymore.
A child walks out the front door.
- MU.EL
Breathing through my bones
I lay my ear
against the earth.
Listening
to its slow remembering.
The ground
whispers,
what my blood
still remembers.
The earth
breathes within me.
Breathing, through my
bones.
- Bernadette
Muse
You tell me
that I write
beautifully.
I tell you that
poets are
creative observers.
We do not make magic;
we simply witness it.
You were always
a poem.
I just found
the words.
- Manveen Kaur Kohli
Nature’s Voice Trembling
Vibrations fading from earth
of mammals on the edge.
We are listening to Nature's call,
sharing her sorrow.
We rejoice with her
when we witness
freedom leaps of Numbats, Quolls,
Quokkas, gallop and bounds
of Bilbies, bred and released
to Country
to push back extinction.
We must not stop listening.
- Denise Shakespeare
Winter’s Ocean
Churning mocha winter seas
Crashing dense basalt shores
Pounding waves of latte foam
Below craggy thunderous roars
Hardy grasses cling to sands
Of crystalline marine remnants
Lighthouse sequence glints above
Staring down menacing elements
Terns plummet down like darts
Spearing fish in violent seas
Blustery winds unceasing power
Sheltered beyond basalt levees
- Suzanne Gratwick
Sharing empathy
As history unfolds on the everyday
Our hands wiped clean of any involvement
We watch from our comfortable beds
The world burning. Liking and sharing
what’s most aligned with our views
Hoping those who are struggling
Don’t seek our help. Sharing empathy
on the digital. Never demanding changes
Least it alters our Sunday lunches,
coffee catchups, and cheap holidays
We watch, hoping to stay out
of the history books.
- Ana Brawls
nothing to do
the sweet art of doing nothing
no stimulus to give myself to
responding to my not-to-do list
handwritten biped in a type A town
sinking lusciously into floors
listening to a full album - twice
reading a fulsome book
making peace something I linger in
senses engaged and unstressed
at ease, at rest
profiteroles of time filled
with the delicious custard of calm
- Dave Clark
Honeysuckle
They were yellow honeysuckles
Suspended from a large bush
That extended over the neighbours fence
At a time when we were happy
To share trees
And coffee
And our lives
We used to suck the drops of honey
From the fragile stem
Like little birds in the backyard
Of a simpler time
When we were happy
- Aparna Burke
Ember
My heart, my soul, is like
an ember. Glowing, even when
I feel like the fire has died.
Where comfort survives the cold,
with a lingering warmth that feels
like home; a warm belonging.
Belonging that burns softly
within me, within you; the gentle
warmth and glow of true connection.
- Paul R Kohn
Medicine
is like a swim in the ocean
under moonlight
while eels sneak
in the black depths
and the water is aflame:
an arcane liqueur.
Drink it down or join
the drifting stiffs.
- Toby Blackman
Particle by Particle
Crystalline marriage,
solid, never fading.
Built particle
by particle.
- Tamara-Lee Brereton-Karabetsos
Trust the Movement
The path ahead
is uncertain.
Take one step.
Reflect.
Another step.
Trust movement
before answers.
- Liz Connolly
Sooning
all evidence left you
petrol grey planes
counterbalance my séance gaze
she became your best friend
at the accident scene
no one walked out of
the accident scene
pennants, marigold garlands,
green ants
adorn the powerpole
- Maureen Alsop
On the M5
In my car, the minutes tumble
towards me. The landscape tells
its tomorrow-tales in fast-forward.
Filmstrips of eucalypts, acacias,
she-oaks and their soft sister
grasses bend their silent farewells
as they slide past my car.
Diggers and scrapers roll through,
flat-faced, eyes on the ground.
I sit—passive,
my back to the land.
- Hemat Malak
On the Crowded Street
He shook my hand,
gave me a tight hug
and whispered in my ear,
"My darling."
"Who are you, sir?"
I asked.
He stepped back and said,
"Forgive me, I really thought
we clicked at first sight."
- Anica Marcelic
A poem dies
if it can only be seen
as something made up
of letters and words.
In other words, if
it no longer haunts us.
- Daniel John Pilkington
Morning Frost
One day you frantically and assured
will march down to a lake front and
ruminate whether to go for a swim
methodically and carefully peel off your
shoes before dipping your toe beneath
the moss laden water curled and tense
you jerk back and curse the morning frost
for ruining everything and haphazardly and
recklessly step back into your shoes with
forced reluctance and carry on confidently
and calmly fretful and forlorn wishing for
melted frost praying for a warmer lake
- Maya McKinnon
Two fairytale haiku
Rapunzel
Golden hair plaited
a sturdy ladder for him…
my scissors are poised.
Little Red Riding Hood
Little Red the Hood
will skin that wolfie for you
your new coat, granny!
- Thuy On
Milk Chocolate
I hope I warm you
like a square of milk chocolate
between fingers,
on a cold night playing video games.
- Tuscany May
In a Terminal of the Airport
FIFO on these faces in the crowd;
banksias at home under cloud.
- Corey Wakeling
Hey you
Hey you – yes, you!
Do you feel the rumble
The sound of pounding drums
Voices chanting answers
To questions in your dreams?
Can you sense the vibrations
Shaking up our world?
Urging you to dance here
A place we all belong.
- Sarai Mannolini-Winwood
Tears of old
Lovers shared promises
filled with champagne tears,
Pouring aperol sunshine
into their golden years,
Yarns spun with silken tales
threaded by laughter,
Weaving a golden tapestry trail.
- Ness
nothing is lost
make beauty from your pain
if you've been buried
push up and bloom again
- Shae O'Reilly
Friday Night Fail
I knew I was asking a lot
of this enthusiastic paper bag,
waiting crisp, flat and ready
before the checkouts.
But I didn’t think it would break.
A break is surely for other hands,
less skilled than mine,
holding groceries in their swing.
And yet, the bag's bottom half
(the crucial crucible) dropped out.
Tinned beans and corn cobs tumbled,
Ear after ear to the ground.
- Kaz Campbell
I write
I write
to fight the disquiet
betwixt
the mind & heart of me
I converse
through verse
to breathe
- Melissa Domiati
Why Do We Never Learn?
Humans lie,
but animals never do.
Humans betray,
but animals never do.
Humans grow arrogant,
but animals never do.
Why do we never learn?
- Noriko Morishita
Waiting
muffled voices sound
a lone redhead sits
empty glass to hand
- Craig
Yagan himself
Yagan himself smiles
As brave souls below
Chant justice into
A westerly blowing over
The hills to the desert
Yagan himself sighs
As monied men rush by
Casting the blind eye
To those in need of
Shelter food hope
And dignity
- M Baker
Swallow
Oh, to be a swallow, free.
Dancing on a summer breeze.
Snug in my cubby under the eaves.
Popping in & out like ADHD.
Dipping wing-tips in the estuary.
Swallow, let your freedom
swallow me.
- Jewel Ocean
Two Rivers
tai chi flows
like river water
running to the sea
grey skies shift
becoming azure blue
we turn slowly
from spinal base
hands curving through air
pushing space
- Veronica Lake
Giggles
fun at work
until the pictogram
indicates flammable
- Roberta Beach Jacobson
shoes
They lie there
some black and scuffed,
others polished, oozing desire
as leather confessions
We should study them closer
how they carry our paradoxes
how they outlive our disguises
Unsure of their own myths
they walk more honestly than we do
- Guan Yu
I Wonder
I wonder
if the hose
gets a drink
from itself
when I turn
the water on
- Jennifer Gurney
Birthday Paradox
Among a crowd of twenty-three
there’s a 50% chance
two will share a birthday
(living, of course; with
Marie Antoinette,
Shakespeare or Gene Wilder,
odds tilt to certainty).
So: Eat cake,
a kiss, a blow,
count to three - imagine.
- Kylie Sturgess
Lost Shorelines
Once our city was lakes and swamps,
The Great Lakes
Now blenched into backyards
And shopping centres.
We roam languidly,
Homesick
For shorelines long since gone.
- Nadia L. King
Time To Shine
This is the year for you to shine
leave those darn troubles behind
Show the world you’re not done yet
let them place their losing bet
Find the strength and stand up tall
your time has come to have it all
Believe, breathe, shine the light
leave the doubt way out of sight
This is the year to just be you
quirky and fun, authentic and true
Do not waste precious time
this is it, your time to shine.
- Pivotal Poetry
Still Waiting for Summer
Golden sand, iridescent sun.
Three girls, salted hair,
run into the water, duck under.
Later, I lift a mirror to myself:
What are you?
Who do you want to be?
I'm too scared to answer that I
want to be the sun, the water,
the waves the girls.
I close my eyes and fall asleep
on the sand.
- Just Visiting
Curtsy and Kiss
Take me back to the black and white,
the goblets of cognac and muscat
by candlelit night.
Take me back to top hats and canes,
the corsets and girdles,
the whips and the chains.
Take me back to the ballrooms of glitz,
the 'may I take your hand?'
as they curtsied and kissed.
From the horse drawn carriages
to the medieval frays,
take me back to pre-technology days
- Kerry Lamblin
Haiku
after christmas
the plastic santa
deflated
- Jan Napier
This City
I am travelling away from my life, towards my life.
This city knows all my secrets.
And that tram, lit from within, waiting at the end of the line.
This city, which is nowhere else.
- Jennifer Compton
millennial dreaming
my
angsty entrepreneurial
millennial brain
has me dreaming big
however
I look at the world
in its current state...
perhaps
it’s enough
just to be kind
- Lexicon of Light
Heart soar
Sure, keep an ear to the ground
but every so often
look up to the sky
and let your
heart
soar
- Louise Burlinson
A Barista for Modern Times
Is it permitted to pray
into someone’s coffee?
The customers didn’t notice
as I susurrated affirmations
into their cups. I trust my words
will ignite a remembering
of how [well] loved they are.
- Shakira Piggott
The Geometry of Survival
peace cannot be measured in formulas
but still here i am calculating
the geometry of survival
i count thirty-two drops
of dirty water falling
through the bamboo roof
mixing into the curry pot
where my hopes are boiling away
and it just leaves me
drowning in the mud
even when i am on land.
- Shofiqure Rahman
Vincent
Beyond the drapes and sills
of the Provence
He caressed the canvas
with cypress needles
stippled into lace.
Rumours of artisan love
bestowed to Gabrielle,
whilst waking dreams
took mind and time.
Do you dare recognise
The Vincent's of your own life?
- Sally Newman
Ear to the Noise
Hear in the maddening crowd
a cry for compassion.
Everywhere in this world
tongues are thrashing
mouths are needing filling
families are falling.
Divides create gasping need
cling to the railings
hope to the stars and back
love will outwit the lies.
- Gillian Clark
Ghosted
Topmost, tropical heat is pale,
an infusion of no colour.
I am not who I say I am. I mask.
I am staid spinster reclining
on the sand’s chaise, hand to brow.
Pausing, black pupils wide,
a tiny crab eyes me, translucent.
We meet, quizzical:
ghost crab and ghosted woman.
I sit, voiceless, on pallid coral.
She tilts, hesitant, then dashes
quantum sideways. Gone.
- Kathy Shortland-Jones
Spring
I long for the spring
Desperate yearning
For the birds to sing hymns to the Morning Sun
And the trees to emerge
Frock-lined
As they catwalk their way through the moving light.
I long for the warmth
For the tingle in the small of my back
For air that won't mist up as I breathe
For ocean swims
Here come the Summer days:
In a toast with melting ice cream,
I salute thee!
- Amee Ramesh