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The Crossing by Toni Newell

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The sky was turning darker
Minutes quickly passing by
As stars began to twinkle
In the fading lost light sky.

Void moon increases darkness
Sleeping humans in their bed
The drop into their body
Is swift but not widespread.

Spirits come out dancing
The crossing has been made
And there within the darkness
The spirits do invade.

A body borrowed for the night
Instead of floating free
The spirits take possession
But not for eternity.

Then early in the morning
Before it is daylight
The reversal begins
Spirits take their flight.

Bodies dispossessed
And unaware of all
Life continues on
Until spirits once more call.

Photo by Pixabay

The Story of Melvyn McFigg by James Aitchison

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Mervyn McFigg

lost his wig, 

it blew off in the breeze.

It came to rest

in a bird’s nest,

in the highest of high gum trees.

Mervyn McFigg,

to retrieve his wig,

climbed up that mighty tree.

But at the top,

a bald bird said, “Stop!

Your wig now belongs to me!”

Yakety – Yak by James Aitchison

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Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,

is all I hear all day.

Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,

is all people have to say.

Yakety-yak, yakety-yak,

on and on it goes,

yakety-yak, yakety-yak,

see their mouths open and close.

Yakety-yak on the TV,

yakety-yak on my phone,

yakety-yak, yakety-yak,

why don’t they leave me alone!

Homeless by Toni Newell

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Blue skies are my ceiling
Sometimes they are grey
My life is on the edge
Dependent on the day.

Wind can be my enemy
When it’s icy cold
But if it’s from the north
Its warmth is to behold.

Living in the elements
Challenges every day
And relying on charity
Is a heavy price to pay.

Income is a problem
And rent I do not pay
I have no walls around me
No permanent place to stay.

I don’t have a job
Some think that I am lazy
But I have no fixed address
Bureaucracy is crazy.

We’re not all dealt a fair hand
When it comes to life
Some get it very easy
And others only strife.

I didn’t choose my destiny
I had very little say
I reacted to the punches
That life cast out my way.

So, when you see me on the street
Know that I am human too
I may not have a home address
But I have a heart and soul like you.

Image by Myriams-Fotos from Pixabay

I Spy A Funny Sky by James Aitchison

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I bent my head

so far back,

I heard it make

a funny crack.

What a sight,

my neck is sore,

still can’t believe

the sky I saw. 

It was awesome,

all because

the sky was full 

of tomato sauce!

Visiting My Sister by Toni Newell

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I’ve not seen my sister

Since she moved away

Out into the countryside

With acres there to play.

Even when she teased me

I loved her being there

We had fun together

What we had we’d share.

She’s more than my big sister

She is a friend to me

So, I’m going to visit her

Up there in the country.

Photo by Pixabay

Werewolf Woes by Matthew Hartley

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I always become a werewolf

when the moon begins to rise.

My clothes get ripped and torn

and then I double up in size.

Although I’ve got no clothes on

after I transform,

it’s really not a worry

as my fur will keep me warm.

When I’m a scary werewolf

out and on the prowl,

for awhile I’m happy,

you should hear me howl.

I really like to run around

searching for my prey.

When I find a tasty meal

they never get away.

But when I’m back to normal

it’s really not much fun.

I have to get back home again

by doing a nudie run.

The Boomerang Returns by Jeanie Axton

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Throw the boomerang high in the sky

watch the ancient hunting tool fly

throw it straight and throw it long

up above this tool belongs

Try a lob and give it a boost

see it returning come home to roost

keep on flinging it into the sky

practice makes perfect

Give it a try

Image by Spencer Wing from Pixabay

Dream Big by Elizabeth Myers

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I’m watching the Olympic Games, they come to us from France
A huge range there of sports for all-there’s even the break dance.
I wish that I could be there, and I think that I will aim
For Brisbane 2032-I’ll be there I proclaim!


My favourite sport is swimming-I had better start to learn
I have a lot of work to do for accolades I yearn
I’ll need to get up early and to swim a lot of laps
And hope with all my work I’m not so tired I collapse


Perhaps I need a coach on board, Dean Boxhall seems the best
He’ll work on my nutrition, making sure I get some rest
He ‘ll show me how to do the strokes, the freestyle and the back
And teach me how to do it well and highlight where I lack.


But still, there’s more to practice and a wealth of things to learn
Like diving in and breathing right and even how to turn
The good thing is there’s still 8 years to make sure I am ready
With hard work and determination, progress slow but steady


I see myself as Ariane or even Molly O.
Or Kaylee M or Emma Mac, all medalists, you know.
My dream is clear and focused, to aim high like the sun
No matter the result, if I can do my best I’ve won


I step up on the podium and gaze into the crowd
The spectators of Aussies and my family are so proud
Australian flag is risen, and the anthem starts to play
My medal gold around my neck, I’m champion today.

Life With LUCA by Celia Berrell

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LUCA is the Last Universal Common Ancestor

We don’t know how it started:
this awesome life on Earth.
Were muddy ponds or thermal vents
the source of all our births?

Life is so incredible
and beautiful as well.
Growing many Earthly forms
from LUCA’s lovely cell.

And when our Earth eventually dies
engulfed by ageing Sun,
five billion years or so from now,
will ALL of life be gone?

Or should we plan a rocket-launch
of microbes to the stars
and set life’s cycle off again
on planets wide and far?

Image from Pixabay