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My Secret Place

by Monty Edwards

 

Where can I find a secret space:

A place that’s just for me,

Where I can go and no one know,

Or looking, fail to see?

 

There none will tell me what to do,

Nor doubt that what I say is true.

Captain I’ll be – without a crew,

There in my secret place!

 

Joys that I have, who then, will share?

Who’ll cheer me up, when life’s not fair?

Who, when I’m hurt, will quickly care,

There in my secret place?

 

Here’s my new plan for what to do:

Search for a secret space for two!

No secret place that’s just for one

Can have all I want to make it fun.

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #1Poetryprompt1

Author comment: Although time hidden away in private can be a welcome relief from people or situations, it has its drawbacks. I want readers young and old to recognise that we all need other people to truly enrich our lives and then take the initiative by being a friend to someone else.

 

 

 

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Ho Kookaburra

by Katherine Gallagher

 

Ho Kookaburra

can’t sing a note –

 

all of his songs

get caught in his throat.

 

Ho Ho Ho Ho Ha Ha Ha,

it sounds easy but it’s not

 

as he scrapes and cackles, saws away,

it’s the only song he’s got.

 

It’s enough to make you laugh –

that’s the one thing he can do…

 

Try to copy him – Ho Ho Ho Ho

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ho Ho Ho Ho

 

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ho Ho Ho

 

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #5

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Katherine says: This is a fun poem when done in class as everyone joins in.

 

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So Many Words

by Pat Simmons

 

In my head

Words are running around

Pushing and shoving

Trying to get out

Use me first

No, use me first.

 

That’s

Enough

I

Say

Please

Form

A

Nice

Orderly

Queue

Thank

You

Very

Much

 

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #7

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Colours of Courage

by Monty Edwards

 

When I see both red and white,

I think about a fabled fight

That took place long ago.

A soldier brave rode out to save

A maiden from a dragon’s cave.

That dragon was his foe!

 

With lance aloft and poised to pierce,

George rode toward that dragon fierce

And struck a lethal blow.

Then all at once its fiery breath,

Extinguished by its sudden death

Was scarcely seen to glow!

 

The horse, once white, was quite a sight

With blood-red smears gained in the fight:

A most courageous steed!

Without his horse, St George, of course,

Would hardly be a fighting force

And likely, first to bleed!

 

In fighting flame, George made his name.

When vict’ry came, he gained great fame.

“The man’s a saint!” folk cried.

Now freed from fear and full of cheer,

They praised St George one day each year,

Long after he had died.

 

The story grew as stories do.

I fear that few may think it true.

I leave the verdict up to you.

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #9

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Author Comment: Lacking inspiration, I began to focus on the colours in the prompt, rather than the shapes. I grew up in the St George district of Sydney, my sisters attended St George Girls’ High School, while I followed and participated in St George sporting teams, all featuring red and white in combination. It was time to research the legend and begin to acquaint a new generation with it.

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Bird Registration

by Lynelle Kendall

 

I’m standing in queue,

With you, you and you,

Feathered comrades all waiting to pay.

At the front sits an owl,

With a permanent scowl,

Give me patience! I’ve been here all day.

 

I’ve forms in my pinions,

And formed an opinion,

That registrations take too long.

At last it’s my turn,

With the owl looking stern,

Asking questions about right and wrong.

 

His queries abated.

How long I had waited!

Then he handed me paper and quill.

I loudly protested,

At the figure suggested,

So large was the size of my bill!

 

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #7

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Beach
by Dianne Bates

A grain of sand on its own,

A tiny world

in the palm of your hand.

But still, nothing much…

Add millions of other grains,

Shape them with sea-water

And you’ve got a sand-castle.

Next add trillions and trillions of grains                                                                                                                        Getting there…

And zillions and zillions more —

Now you’re talking!

 

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #8

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Dianne says: I brainstormed for a long time listing all the close encounters a child
might have — animals, insects, aliens and so on. Finished up on a beach
with a child looking at starfish. It was only when I thought of sand,
zillions of grains in close encounter with one another, that I thought of
what happens as a result. Hence this beach poem!

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Binocular Monocular

by Sally Odgers

A binocular becomes a monocular, dear

If you forget to remove

One of the covers while tossing the other

What are you trying to prove?

Being like Nelson applying the eye

To a scene that you just cannot see?

Blind eye a’turning to half of the scene

That’s what it seems to me

Red tape, policy, jargon and all

Means nothing is seen in its breadth

Binocular or monocular, dear?

Use both eyes and you’re winning on strength

So remember removing both lens caps today

Will give you binocular vision

While squinting through one (while it might be more fun)

Will send half your senses to prison.

 

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Holiday Time

by Kate O’Neil

 

It’s summer

and it’s holiday.

The morning is

so big

it’s going to last

all afternoon

and the night

will have to go

home.

 

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Guya

by Lynelle Kendall

 

Arc of horizon

Sea hugging land

The shape of myself

I leave in the sand

 

Hollow of woomera

Line of my spear

Poised over ocean

Sparkling clear

 

Shapeshifting shadows

Shimmer of scales

Strike fast as lightning

Timber shaft sails

 

Cuts through the water

Whoop with delight

We’ll eat barramundi

For dinner tonight.

‘Guya’

 

  • Submitted to Poetry Prompt #3

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Lynelle says: Written in response to Poetry prompt #3 “Shapes”, the third and fourth lines of the poem refer to the U symbol that represents a person in traditional indigenous dot paintings. It is based on my experience at Daliwuy Bay in Arnhem Land, where I watched a boy fishing with his spear in the shallows. In his language – Yolŋu Matha – guya means fish.

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Pelican Manners

By Nadine Cranenburgh

Get in line
wait your turn
The early bird gets the
worm, or in this case, the fish
Schools play hide and seek
underwater, as well as
on land, and I was
first, so I am ‘it’.
Get in line, wait
your turn, or I
might eat you
instead=

  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #7

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Nadine says: I imagined the sort of conversation that might happen in that situation – although the pictured pelicans look very well-mannered.