M I S C E L L A N E O U S
P O E T R Y
My mighty craft is winged in white;
A dragon of the right dark sea
Swift born, dreambound and rudderless;
Her captian and crew are me.
I sail a hundred sleeping tides
Where no seaman's ever been
And only my white winged craft and I
Know the marvels we have seen.
by Anne McCaffery
Living Loud
So much noise
Always a drill or
Blade-saw baracking,
The clamour of trams,
The car alarm:
people living
Neighbourly.
Proust shut himself inside
A padded cell to memory:
Womb of hell?
And Beethoven . . .
Silence is the other side
by Oliver Dennis
Wednesday 8pm
I go to safeway
and checkout my past lovers
this town is too small
by Rachel Williams
Why
Strange coloured clouds droop from above,
Sharp objects wait in the sand.
Streets ooze with mysterious goo,
The ocean sticky and black sinks penguins,
And sends seals ashore.
Addled brains sniff white powder,
And dangerous plants breed in the vegtable patch,
While tasty liquids poison the brain,
And they say that is 'progress',
I wonder why?
by Courtney Ward
The City
Cars - monsters growling
Road - a snakelike river of destruction and pollution
Smoke - a web of lies and taunts and pressure,
surrounds us and traps us in
Skyscrapers - people closing in around me
People - robots wandering the street
cold, thoughtless, uncaring
The country - my escape
The bush - my hideaway
Nature - the purity that's left in the world.
by Felicity Hoare
Haiku
Creepy, black spider,
making webs both frail and thin,
be careful at night.
by Taasha Quirk
Haiku (No.2)
Small, glistening fish,
swimming gentlly through water,
colours bright and rare.
by Taasha Quirk