Best Thudded Poems

Les Protecteurs – Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal’s “The Protectors” by T. Wignesan

(Note: Oodgeroo never claimed to write poetry à la manière des poètes occidentaux; she said - without mincing words – her lines were sheer ‘propaganda’. Others thought otherwise:
Judith Wright, a part-time reader for the...

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Three o’clock in the afternoon: 
the sun should have been 
scorching the asphalts 
and the shingles on roofs, but 

spurts of red electric spark
ran across the sky.  Blackness 
smothered any hint of light. 
Molten earth spewed out 
from the gates of hell. The ground...

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Edward Kenway was a pirate
He sailed the Spanish Main
He plundered British merchant ships
And the Galleons of Spain

Once he was a farmer
He walked behind the plough
But now he ploughed the oceans deep
He was a pirate now

He started as a deckhand
Till his bravery won through
Then he became...

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'What is special in this world?
I'm tired of it!'
 I often say within
'Beautiful and full of merriment'
I never realized.

I got a phone call from a friend 
to meet
 at club, zealous 
to have the zest of the day
I dashed in as object
being controlling by air,...

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What a long day, so sore are my feet.
I feel so worn out, oh am I beat.
     I see you've returned home
     and you think you're all alone.
Think I'll skip, brushing my teeth.
I just want to lay...

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Young Eyes
The ten year old child sat by the water. They saw what was happening and it wasn't good. Affecting them greatly, bringing nightmares and nasty flashbacks. Things their young mind struggled to comprehend. Seeing the Syrian soldiers shoot at the Lebanese fishermen, killing some....

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The most awaited result got publicized, but
Internet hadn't landed the soil of my country.
Televisions were tabled in few pocketed places,
Still they worked, minute and achromatic.

With huge audience circling, signal was word alien,
Viewers would holler in unison, "It's raining!"
I now understand the fluctuation of signal,
We'd leave...

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I probed her pretense. 
Joyfully. 
Her face is attractive. 
Her passion shines through. 
Her elegance and jubilation appeal. 
Her eyes, purity, delight. 
I need precise fiction. 
My poetry will love her. 
She thudded. 
How should I describe her? 
Her face. 
O light-hearted,
 see your devotion
...

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She stared at me with disbelief and wonder; I could feel her sanity slipping away with each breath she took as her heart thudded within her chest her eyes watered, her legs shook below the table and her fingers wrapped around her pencil as she...

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A dark cloud dashed in and shrouded the dozing moon;
A gusty wind thudded the door closed; clock struck noon; 	
A jackal howled from the thicket, behind my room;
And flapped in a gross looking bat right from the doom. 

“Hail!” screamed a spider from a web...

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The most awaited result got announced, but 
Internet hadn't landed the soil of my country then.
Televisions were tabled in few pocketed places,
Still they worked, minute and achromatic.

With huge audience circled, signal was word alien,
Viewers would holler in unison, "It's raining!"
I now understand the fluctuation of...

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The sky, clear with a brilliant full moon
And a wind sprang up from nowhere, 
pouncing on and howling about the house,
as she lay in bed, and stared at the square space
of the window, waiting for what was taking place.
She knew if she got out of...

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Without a break they launched into their next song, one that sang about war in the sky and described old flying machines that didn’t exist anymore. Angie waved her hands around like a devil and on long song notes held out her hands 

and closed...

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His ribcage rushed to fill a new birthed space.
The night had been a barrel of dark dreams,
yet despite this other demanding cosmos of himself,
the daylight brought hope.

Riding unhindered by personal perspective
he relaxed as the bus took him
to a world where lovers
wrote themselves into a fantasy
that...

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Those trifecta edges
impressed upon
her supple skin
self inflicted abrasion
as she clamours for escape
those thudded steps
of one once loved
but fear has now replaced
His shadow loom
his growling boom
bring tears that crown
her face
The corners point
her prison bars
that offer no escape...

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