Dancing words.

feeds@yuku.com (backstreetdreamer) — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 01:09:56 GMT

Poetry dancing on the air,
Like pages turning in the breeze,
Like fingers ruffling through your hair
Or whispers from a forest's trees,...

Duala Finds A Frieind - Part #47

feeds@yuku.com (Wanda Fable Weaver) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 12:44:31 GMT

PART #47

Duala went to the second chamber to get Sinhala; and he suggested Sinhala go to the third chamber and ask the male lion warriors to come to the front chamber of the lair. He told the females it would be their job to care for the little cubs until everyone returned.

Sinhala and the lion warriors went to the first chamber as Duala said, "Please listen to Mandahas as he gives you information on the giant who now is in the southern kingdom." Mandahas stood...

This Once Was Home

feeds@yuku.com (cusick) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 08:38:17 GMT

The rusty old gate protested as I forced it open
to enter a weary...

Ellan Vannin's kiss.

feeds@yuku.com (backstreetdreamer) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 14:58:44 GMT

Ellan Vannin is the Celtic name for the Isle of Man, and the names of the characters are real Celtic names,
the triskelion is the three legged symbol
Of the Isle of Man, also a symbol associated with druidism.

Soft harp strings shivered longingly upon the flowering day
And Ceridwen's smile was magic as it wandered down the bay,
For Ellan Vannin's waters were all mist wrapped in the dawn
And Ceridwen's love was blossoming, for it...

A Fishy Tale

feeds@yuku.com (bush poet) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 23:47:44 GMT

My Dear Old Dad Sharing a Bit of Verse

A FISHY TALE

In April 1997 I had the privilege of my Dad's company on a tour of Western Queensland as we worked our way to the 1997 Waltzing Matilda Festival at Winton.

Our first stop was at Charleville where we spent the weekend with our fellow minded Charleville Bush Balladeers. We had a big...

Back There

feeds@yuku.com (bush poet) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 23:41:16 GMT

BACK THERE

"You'll have to go to Brisbane Sir," my doctor said to me,
"So one of them there Specialists can see your gammy knee.
Some friends said I could stay with them and take a train to town,
But thought I'd take my walking stick, old knee might let me down.

The lady at the ticket box she gave me quite a scare,
My train had just pulled in you see she didn't seem to care.
Five dollars I then handed...

Duala Finds a Friend - Part #46

feeds@yuku.com (Wanda Fable Weaver) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 14:27:20 GMT

PART #46

After the giant received the directions to the cave where the bodies of the big cats could be found, Mandahas ran back home to get his boat. He hurried inside to tell Amisha the giant had arrived, and he had given him directions for the long route to the area of the caves. As Mandahas was preparing to leave, she asked, "Mandahas, would you tell Ando I would like for him to come home for a few hours? We need to be working on some of his subjects for school."...

I Sit and Wait

feeds@yuku.com (Sharon Bullard) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 13:45:18 GMT

I sit and wait
for the moment
till you come and touch me

the stars will resound in the gaze of your eyes
and your skin will shimmer with the smiles of the moon

it will be like our first-
afraid to try nothing,
giving all to please

as I melt in your arms
you gather me up
like precious dew drops
from a...

Fourteens To Stray With My Love

feeds@yuku.com (cusick) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 10:06:16 GMT

We Can Make It Work

feeds@yuku.com (Jim AKA RapidFire) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 20:50:50 GMT

Sometimes you can't believe what happens in a store,
here's an example you may not have heard before.
A couple purchased two air-conditioners,
for their hot house, to provide some cures.

One was a 220 volt, and one a 110,
so they returned them to the store again.
I was paged to see if we had a 220 outlet,
something at our store that you can't get.

I didn't know it was that customer asking for that,
when they told me it...

Remembering Mama

feeds@yuku.com (FairEllen) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 17:58:05 GMT

Mama, can you hear my prayer?
Can you see your child from there?
If you feel my fear, my pain,
please dry away my tears again.

Watch me, Mama, dance...

Moments.

feeds@yuku.com (backstreetdreamer) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 10:28:57 GMT

In the time it takes
the final leaf
to tumble
from a tree,
no more
to whisper
softly
in the
secret
dancing sea,
is the silence
of a moment
that
I treasure
most of all,
in the lifetime
of together
that it
took the leaf
to fall.

In the time it takes
the final...

Searching.

feeds@yuku.com (backstreetdreamer) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 10:20:37 GMT

It appears I have searched since the day I was born
and the dream that I've sought is the last unicorn,
through the dark scattered lands of the vale of regret
to the wind dusted cliff top where we had first met.

Through the days of my childhood I often would fly
with the fabulous unicorn's wish in my eye,
we would travel together in innocent joy
such a magical friend for a lonely...

Fetid breath.

feeds@yuku.com (MrLeslie) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 10:14:23 GMT

Born with nothing and still the same

As pass I through a childish game

Of life its future only lent

Which in the end cannot prevent

The gruesome shadow of my death

As the grim reapers fetid breath

Feels so red hot upon the neck

Of youthful body now a wreck.

In spite of glory days long gone

Of battles fought not always won

Against the odds not having fun

Nor caring...

Betrayed.

feeds@yuku.com (MrLeslie) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 10:05:51 GMT

Red sun kissed western sky,
and night again starts to fall,
leaving a taint of falsehood.
Honour and vows are broken
by the cruelty and lies.
#
He left his boyhood behind,
going through life as a man,
so betrayed and bitter,
that naught was left but deep hate.
Time past soon silvers over!
#
Blood stained white pebbles shine.
Waxen face now points skywards,
as crocuses start to bloom,
then...

Dear friend

feeds@yuku.com (MrLeslie) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 10:18:37 GMT

Dear friend!

Paint me a poem that comes straight from your heart

Paint me the true words that begin...

The Garden.

feeds@yuku.com (backstreetdreamer) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 04:26:08 GMT

The garden was old, older than
time itself, it was there
before intolerance,
ever constant
dressed in
green,
with so many
eyes curiously looking,
gently painted eyelashes
flutter with siren dreams,
coquettishly inviting you inside
through a door that stands half open
as shyly rustling ancient dreams
caught in wide eyed surprise
in a...

The long road home.

feeds@yuku.com (backstreetdreamer) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 04:06:45 GMT

We started out on Calvary
where we were told that we were free,
to march through fields of history
upon the long road home.
We fought the tyrants and their hosts
on endless plains we left their ghosts,
then sang our songs and drank our toasts
upon the long road home.

On Flanders fields we formed and stood
and drenched the poppies with our blood,
just as a...

Dear Mum and Dad. {For Merv} re: Aussie Army

feeds@yuku.com (MrLeslie) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 00:04:58 GMT

Dear Mum & Dad,

I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is better than workin' on the station - tell them to get in bloody quick smart before the jobs are all gone! I wuz a bit slow in settling down at first, because ya don't hafta get outta bed until 6am. But I like sleeping in now, cuz all ya gotta do before brekky is make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No bloody horses to get...

Indoor Outhouse (A Factual Tale)

feeds@yuku.com (Jim AKA RapidFire) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 20:02:40 GMT

I have heard this phrase a time or two,
but never believed it would come true.
Until there was a block in our main sewer line,
and all my daughter could do was whine.

Can't flush the toilet or take a shower now,
causing too much stress here, and how!!
It was out of use for over a week,
our whole house was starting to reek.

Couldn't wash the clothes or dishes either,
wife about to divorce me and I believe 'er.
I'm...

ASPIRINGPOETS.