Jenolan Caves by John Williams

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Jenolan Caves — Australia’s Underground Fairyland

The Grand Arch holds you spellbound, when first you come to look,
At the wonders of Jenolan, indeed it’s nature’s nook,
Glistening stalactites and stalagmites among beautiful canopies,
Are just below the surface of mountains dressed in trees.

Nature’s gallery of beauty is on display in limestone caves,
Twisting shawls of calcite in majestic rolling waves,
Massive growths contrast with clusters of fragile crystalline,
White, yellow, orange and reddish-brown, oh how the colours shine.

The drip-stones in the River Cave, especially the Minaret,
Show creams and whites of great delight formed by the wet,
The Giant Shawl in Mon Meg’s Chamber is tinted brownish-red,
A beautiful sheet illuminated, fit for any royal bed.

You cross two arched bridges to the Skeleton Cave display,
Aboriginal bones lay scattered by a stream that found its way,
Past the Pillar of Hercules, Jenolan’ s tallest stalagmite,
And the crystalline Bath of Venus backed by straws so very white.

Oh thank you to McKeown for the stock he stole that day,
For his catching by James Whalan led us all to this display,
Jenolan we are awed, by your caverns magically transformed,
Into an exquisite fairyland so beautifully adorned.

© John Williams

Bad Sport by Bill Condon

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Bad Sport

In the hush of night
with the door shut tight,
the toilet bowl goes bowling.
The toilet seat grows big flat feet,
and takes itself a’strolling.

But the toilet roll is a sorry soul
which sometimes goes berserk,
when it can’t cavort in toilet sport,
because of paper work.

© Bill Condon
Bill Condon has published several collections of poems including That Smell is My Brother, Rock and Roll Elephants and Don’t Throw Rocks at Chicken Pox. Bill’s latest book is a junior novel, The Simple Things (Allen & Unwin, 2014)

No Such Thing by Jane Williams

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No such thing

 

No such thing as monsters

I’m absolutely sure

As is Mrs Werewolf

Who rents the house next door

 

No such thing as monsters

A scientific fact

I have it writ in blood

Sincerely signed Count Drac

 

No such thing as monsters

My sources can’t be wrong

I heard it from a friend

Of a friend of King Kong

 

No such thing as monsters

The neighbours all agree

Dr Jeckle, Mr Hyde,

The Frankensteins and me

 

No such thing as monsters

And really I should know

Mummy unwrapped herself

Just now to tell me so!

 

© Jane Williams

Jane Williams is a writer based in Tasmania. Her most recent book is Days Like These – New and Selected Poems. Samples from her books can be found at www.janewilliams.wordpress.com

Hourglass by Julie Thorndyke

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Hourglass

 

The beach has changed this year

tall dunes have washed away—

our rock pools dry and bare

… so fall the sands of time.

 

The surf club walls have lurched

foundations sink and warp

each window pane has cracked

to admit the sands of time.

 

The jetty timbers creak

and splinter with the tide

with every passing week

sink deep in sands of time.

 

The camping ground has closed

bright sign has fallen low

weeds thrive where children played

… so fall the sands of time.

 

© Julie Thorndyke

Blue Mountains Gully by John Williams

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Blue Mountains Gully

 

Yellow crops of sandstone,

Jagged mountain peak,

Red display of waratahs,

A meandering bush creek.

White display of flannel flowers,

Bottle brush with orange cones,

Beautiful fronds of tree ferns,

Blue gums with crafted tones.

A frolicking roll of mountain mist,

An ancient windswept cave,

Green moss upon the velvet rocks,

Falling gum leaf gives a wave.

The tinkling sound of bellbirds

Run echoes round the stream,

A yellow-tailed cockatoo

Circles back to where it’s been.

The buzzing of a bush-bee

Comes from near a fallen log,

A croaking sound pervading

It’s a golden striped tree frog.

This bush display persistent,

Wallaby nibbles grass nearby,

A lyre bird shyly into view,

Kookaburras sit in branches high.

The melodic sounds continue,

Chirping birds with coloured plume,

Gorge of coolness calling,

Mountain gully, nature’s loom.

 

© John Williams

I Need to Walk by Bill Condon

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I Need To Walk

 

I need to walk each morning

because there’s a horse that waits for me to rubs its nose,

though whether I stay five minutes or an hour,

I can never rub away its loneliness.

 

I need to walk

so I can talk to a white dog that prowls in endless circles,

forever haunted by a chain,

that cuts us both.

 

© Bill Condon

 

Bill’s latest book is the junior novel The Simple Things, published by Allen & Unwin in March, 2014.

Leaves organised by Robyn Youl

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Today’s Poem of the Day was composed by a group of elderly people in a Victorian nursing home under the leadership of Robyn Youll who presents poetry readings and workshops to them weekly. The poem was inspired by ‘Leaves’, a recent Poem of the Day.

 

Leaves

 

In Autumn

English Invaders

shed

Crackling – underfoot,

Gutter – clogging,

Wind – dancing,

Leaves

 

Australian Eucalypts

stubbornly

cling to

hard leaves

shiny leaves

fire-loving leaves

harsh climate leaves.

 

Evergreen Eucalypts

shed

bark instead

 

English Leaves

paint

Autumn

Bronze

Scarlet

Yellow

Gold

Then

English Leaves

Paint

Spring

Green

Again

 

In

Summer

Eucalyptus Leaves

Bushfire scarlet.

 

Providence U3A: 26th May: Prudence Marsh. (Prudence Marsh in the nom-de-plume for Group Poetry)

Prompt: Di Bates Poem: Leaves.

Present: Ted, Verna, Lucy, Margaret W.,M.[briefly] Joyce,Dorothy, Sirkka, Pat, Betty R.,F., Melvie.

 

 

Reconciliation Rap by Jill McDougall

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Reconciliation Rap

Hey, hey,

It’s time to say,

Gotta walk the talk,

It’s the only way!

Gotta do it right,

Whether black or white,

No room for hate –

REC-ON-CIL-IATE!

 

Hey, ho,

It’s the way to go,

Gotta keep it real,

From head to toe.

Gotta stay on track,

Whether white or black,

No room for hate –

REC-ON-CIL-IATE!

 

Hey, hey,

Let me hear you say,

Gonna walk the talk,

Every night and day!

Gonna say it loud,

Gonna say it proud,

Make our country great –

REC-ON-CIL-IATE!

 

© Jill McDougall

Check out other poems by Jill on her website, www.jillmcdougall.com.au

 

Leaves by Dianne Bates

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LEAVES

 

Leaves have thousands of brothers and sisters

Leaves jostle and elbow one another

Leaves wave at the sky when it’s breezy

Leaves batter window panes on windy nights

Leaves have veins but never get varicose veins

Leaves never have to go on diets

Leaves abandon trees in winter and gather in piles in autumn

Leaves sizzle like steaks on a barbie when there are bushfires

Leaves make friends with fruit

Leaves are McDonald’s for hungry koalas

Leaves hate kerosene and matches.

 

© Dianne Bates

Bullies by Katherine Gallagher

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Bullies

 

With the eye in the back of his head

he sees them coming —

 

eight-year-old breakers,

baby-hard, baby-soft.

 

Their space-machine, so elegant

could swallow him,

 

drown him once and for all

in a dish of air.

 

No use trying to rewrite the law:

they are the masters —

 

skills bred in the bone.

He freezes —

 

they expect it,

though a voice inside him squeaks

 

I … Words cut his tongue,

weigh in his mind like a bruise.

© Katherine Gallagher

(Published in Them and Us (The Bodley Head, 1993) and Ramshackle Rainbow (Macmillan Children’s books, 2001)

Katherine Gallagher is a widely-published Australian poet resident in London. She writes for children and adults and has poems in many children’s anthologies. About Bullies, she says, ‘I wrote this poem in response to bullying that I witnessed in a local primary school. Bullying is tragic and a big social problem; children become increasingly insecure and afraid. Sadly, they often don’t tell anyone, even parents and teachers, and this misery can affect them for the rest of their lives’.