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“Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and buttontops, bags and bones, ash and rind and dandruff and nailparings, saliva and snowflakes and moulted feathers of dreams, the wrecks and sprats and shells and fishbones, whale-juice and moonshine and small salt fry dished up by the hidden sea.”  Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood
"Blitzkrieg : A Kookaburra Laughs"
Asking His heaven now uncovered hanging beam knots a small glitch in the swearing jar pot A black tree blocks his way They cry, "Black Boy in the yard!", he moves away hides closer, tries to blend into the walls His way is skating round a snow dome Shake it up See it Stop See it Stop Shake it up The baton hits against palm and the guard's not swinging Love Charms He feels like a bumbling jester a stranger in the world now long time locked away, such absent dismay time swallowed into lost vacancy teeth decay Kneeling he laughs, then cries when he forgets how to pray The Windscreen The Beatles Blue Mountains Foggy Demister He remembers the time with his two precious girls visiting the Three Sisters A story of Adventure, Singing Loud in the car A story of Adventure, Blue Bells ringing like Bees trying their damndest to escape out of that Big Blue Glass Bell Jar buzzing against walls in Glasshouses with rabid dogs throwing bricks Fish Bowl in a Bad Spell Jar Here she is belting out in fine tune All I Really Want God damn this story to take you so far wrapped in the shadow of stripes No magic just tricks A spider trapped under glass jar An awful green jungle and dry Weatbix For new tricks He remembers standing holding her in his arms Joadja Little Daughter Kangaroos Black Boys Rustle The Big Chap watches them in their Bell Jar The Koala spits out leaves comfortably numb perplexed Wombat GreenAnts Porcupine Sic’em Rex Yet they are all blind Time it tumbles Time it tumbles A Picnic at Hanging Rock scene Hanging heads grumble fat heavy bellied black storm clouds rumble Late Afternoon disarmed and then charmed She smells fear in the air like Azaria in a Dingo’s mouth Mother and father stand apart air thick with puzzle See her fade into Dust See her turn inwards she hints of something foreseen She is quietened by his scarlet fit She is muzzled a Blue Robin's Egg in her mouth rolls on her tongue wanting to spit sharp nails, blunt tacks and pins See her give up on stories dead covered in rust All her dreams banged up in a car on a bush road wheels shooting up dust Glow Worm Glen No more sky of diamonds Late night into morning Minskys sings Mac the Knife Such sharp teeth dear with his Dizzy Drunk Fairweather Friends The Thin Man has come to collect all that was beautiful, now Freddy Krueger is his clandestine friend her heart thumps run away with the child let it end It was all just a bad dream. Blitzkrieged. He was bit as a child Shy bit and a bridle, he says to himself in his silent crib bars cold and tight I met her on a Winter’s night Little did she see Little did she possess of all the story of Me She knew me before I was Hell’s Bride Playing piano self taught Billy Esplanade on the Island, the Fraz barefeet, white sand, Banana Paddle Pops, Corner Shop Fish ‘N Chips burnt Grace Buckley he followed her hurt. A child looks in the mirror Teeth like butterflies will fly away with the Boilermaker Her mother in the mirror she now scryes Sword pulled from a heart Never clearer, so much nearer Deadly Nightshade depart Smile Camera Action Life taught me to pull and play the game with whatever means fair play fast and play hard pull "The Bird" from the Cards Truth or Dare Stand and deliver guns cocked at a lost heart His sister, the imitator, the Lyrebird laughs
(Lovejoy-Burton/August, 2018) "Time passes. Listen. Time passes. Come closer now. Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night.” Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood “Lord Cut-Glass, in his kitchen full of time, squats down alone to a dogdish, marked Fido, of peppery fish-scraps and listens to the voices of his sixty-six clocks, one for each year of his loony age, and watches, with love, their black-and-white moony loudlipped faces tocking the earth away: slow clocks, quick clocks, pendulumed heart-knocks, china, alarm, grandfather, cuckoo; clocks shaped like Noah's whirring Ark, clocks that bicker in marble ships, clocks in the wombs of glass women, hourglass chimers, tu-wit-tuwoo clocks, clocks that pluck tunes, Vesuvius clocks all black bells and lava, Niagara clocks that cataract their ticks, old time weeping clocks with ebony beards, clocks with no hands for ever drumming out time without ever knowing what time it is. His sixty-six singers are all set at different hours. Lord Cut-Glass lives in a house and a life at siege. Any minute or dark day now, the unknown enemy will loot and savage downhill, but they will not catch him napping. Sixty-six different times in his fish-slimy kitchen ping, strike, tick, chime, and tock.” Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood
1. https://bluemountainstoursydney.com.au/blog/dream-time-story-of-the-3-sisters-in-the-blue-mountains/ 2. https://www.pagat.com/euchre/500.html 3. https://www.pagat.com/euchre/500.html#joker 4. https://www.floristwithflowers.com.au/blog/xanthorrhoea-the-story-of-the-black-boy-plant/ 5. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blitzkrieg 6. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUU-0-dHemc Kookaburra Laughing 7. Lyrebird mimicking Kookaburra https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3Sga4MWeVw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DP_523AI1W0 8. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lyrebird

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Date: 10/11/2018 7:58:00 PM
Fish and Chips burnt Nightmare Are you a English Univerty Graduate ??? Your writing pictures and reference of your narrative are on a tottaly different level to anything I have come across before. Outstanding
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Christopher Flaherty
Date: 10/12/2018 5:00:00 PM
Are you sure you are Australian Lol
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Christopher Flaherty
Date: 10/12/2018 4:59:00 PM
Matters not what inspires you Your words and thoughts speak for themselves. You strike me as being someone who is gifted and naturally artistic
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 10/11/2018 8:24:00 PM
I seem to need visual and music to go with my writing. This is a book of poetry and stories for my daughter, music and visuals assist with delivery.
Date: 8/13/2018 9:53:00 AM
Whoa.. you are gifted girl. You pulled me into your story and I stayed in that fictional realm for some time after finishing your work. That is quite powerful indeed!
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 8/13/2018 2:54:00 PM
Thank you. It`s amazing what you can pull from a work of fiction.
Date: 8/12/2018 11:27:00 AM
like standing on the roadside watching the circus pass, finding it's all an illusion yet disturbed anyway for there were too many clowns dancing and not enough laughter...welcome back...how do you like your new job?
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 8/12/2018 11:35:00 AM
Aah life....Dylan Thomas is a dreadful influence I am afraid...well I'm not afraid.I love writing. Need to catch some shut eye now. A work in fiction. Sleep required to dream new dreams. x