Tag Archive for ‘poetry’

Sunday 29th March, 2020

Confirmed cases Tasmania: 61 Confirmed cases Australia: 3,969 Total deaths Australia: 16 Confirmed cases worldwide: 664,941 Total deaths worldwide: 30,896 Total recovered worldwide: 142,366 So has anyone else hit a sort of shock-wall? I knew this was bad, and that adjustment would be difficult, but now I’m all dear-God-I-really-am-going-to-be-trapped-in-my-house-with-my-children-for-God-knows-how-long? And I really shouldn’t keep a tissue in my sleeve. And, of course, there are people dying. The human race is […]

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P.O P.M.S

Oh come on menstruation, I know you’re on your way. Enough with all the bullshit No more warning signs okay? ~ I don’t need a goddamn pimple Or a dose of teary grumps, No more bloat or weird food cravings, No more headaches or boob lumps. ~ I know when you are coming – You don’t need to arrogate My life for weeks you nasty mole I mean I know the bloody date. ~ […]

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WIND THE CLOCKS AND POLISH THE POT

My life is generally out of (varying degrees of) control. Mostly that’s ok because the bits that are out of control are the bits that don’t concern me too much. Like the state of my car. Living on dirt roads with three farm children renders car cleaning pretty pointless. I clean it thoroughly when circumstances render de-dirting absolutely necessary, like luncheon with the Governor or something. The family photo situation […]

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“NOT LONG NOW”

HELLLLLLLLOOOOOO! Just popping in briefly to say that I’m neck deep in the new Megoracle and that soon this very page you are looking at will be pulled down altogether for a few days and then re-erected wearing a brand new get-up with all sorts of happy changes. In the meantime I have been working on a few other fun projects including rehearsing for THIS SHOW at which I will […]

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HOMESICK

I’ve been in a semi-homesick state for a few months now, which is dumb, because I am home most of the time. But in what I guess is the pit of my stomach, mixing it up with various enzymes and comistibles, is a tightly tangled ball something I can best describe as homesickness. Or maybe wistfulness? Nostalgia? Homewistalgia? I don’t need a psychotherapist to tell me the reasons why – […]

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HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY

When you’re hanging hubby’s stubbies on the hills hoist and you hear, A distant kookaburra and the call of “Wanna beer?” When the neighbour starts the mower up and Dad says he needs the lav,  And the smell of barbied lamb chops blends with nanna’s berry pav. ~ When your heels crack after having thongs on all the summer long, And down the local pub  you’ll find there’s Ferret, Shaz […]

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SEA SIDE (a poem)

I sit by the ocean I sit by the sea. I’m watching the waves and the waves they watch me. They give and then give; they take and then take. They whisper and ripple, they roar and they quake. What’s in the whisper? What’s in the roar? What makes me stay with my feet on the shore? I don’t mind the sand, I like the gulls’ cry. I love a […]

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NATIVE HEN and NAVEL GAZING

I think there’s a lot to be learned from Tasmania’s endemic chookie, the Native Hen (Tribonyx mortierii). They have increased in number around my home in the last year or so, to the point that I see them pretty much every day as they dart across the road near one of our dams. I’ve lived around native hens all my life and I’ve never paid them much thought until one morning […]

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Pondering: MARRIAGE

In China, almost 10,000 marriages end in divorce per day. Good golly. In Australia, almost every third marriage ends in divorce. This to me, indicates that to make marriage work, you need 1) to put some effort in and 2) a generous serve of luck. Ten years ago today, on the 10th of April 2004, I myself entered the institution of marriage. I feel both lucky and proud to be […]

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7 RANDOM THOUGHTS

Some small and slightly irritating things that have been zinging around in my brain for a while that I just felt like organising and putting to bed. A lot like my children actually. 1) The Country Wave  This is what people do in the country when they drive past you, and they are powerful little gestures. Twice a week I walk 7 km around my district and I see an […]

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