The Amazing Race

A "found" poem, where you take a text and cross out the words you don't want.

A "found" poem, as inspired by Beth Overmyer,

THE AMAZING RACE
Your race
absolute time
will receive questions, maps, timetables and vouchers
Each Master
answer digital money
points for speed
collecting evidence
danger decide
danger absolute
abandon emergency

The deadline is each minute
absolute sight
You may travel.
Otherwise you must walk.
Your clock stops at the finish line.
There, you warm
beware life. fails
you will note
you lose
failure is deemed to be due to overuse

Waiting for Rain

WAITING FOR RAIN

When night comes, the Moon
Swollen heavy with the day's heat
Glows a balloon of gold
In its blue velvet jewellery box
While we toss and sweat
When will the rains come?
Whispered into our damp pillows

Growing Old

GROWING OLD

On a page of encrusted dust

Lapsed sediment

Stroke after stroke

Lava flows

Over past eruptions

Pervading cratered pores

Occupying the native land

Underground, unsullied, undrenched

A fresh and pure spring remembers, waits

My Favourite Poem at this moment

Neil Hilborn created a wonderful, edgy, lost love poem called "OCD".

I just wanted to share it here, because I love it!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnKZ4pdSU-s

Queen Nor'wester

Queen Nor’wester

She starts small

Tousling the hair of rugby children on a Thursday afternoon

Flinging washing onto the drive, pegs strewn like grass clippings

Bustling leaves off mazes of autumn vines
Kissing ponds into lipsticked white horses

In the evening she shows her teeth

Whipping through macrocarpa hedges

Her tail lashing trampolines to death

Her hot breath dehydrating pasture to stone and dust
She dances in stilettos on the corrugated iron roof

Come twilight she inhales

Ready for the big one

Now she opens her mouth and roars

Shaking sheds from their foundations

Pulling gates out of the farmer’s hand

Yanking trees by their roots to play pick up sticks
Her sharp fangs bite through powerlines

She is the firestarter
Supreme Ruler of the plains

Queen of the Northwest

ANZAC Day 2016

The Poppy – Anzac Day 2016

If I were a poppy, tall, red and proud,

Plucked from a small tuft of land,

I would wish

To be the one,

To grace the distant shores

Where men and women  gather,

In memorial and celebration,

Of those small moments

Which made the difference,

By laying that one poppy

It’s black, keen eye open towards the morning sunshine,

In remembrance.

Alberts poem about fog

Albie brought this home today and I am so proud of him