Long Bushfires Poems

"Barefoot in the Bushfires of the Vanities"



Heat rises slowly to rapture flames licking and teasing
Blue Ghostgums to stretch and crack wide open
as Fire spreads molten sweet sap bleeding burgundy all over 
amber gold wild bush...

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"Angel Eyes" 

that dark angel
standing in the corner
observing the shadows of man 
pass him by -

he has angel eyes

that shine high beam
bright bushfires that light 
the entire transparent 
padded room parade

dance cards lit 
he’s biding...

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"The Unicorn and The Sticky Asphalt Jungle"



Bedtime stories
now walk through fog
The Unicorn skips 
on lines of sticky Asphalt

The father writes his play
The mother seen as absent
becomes deus ex machina
she will be the only one 

to...

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"Black Molasses"



Black Molasses 
holds to ransom 
footprints 
sucked into 
Tropic of Capricorn mud
as bushfires bleed
sugar from cane
like molten glucose 
shot into the veins
of Mother Earth gone all
libertine sour 
like Lemon Grass
crushed and burnt 
acrid smoke...

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OLDE CHARLIE part two

A simple g’day and not much more,
A man of simple tastes and trends,
Mostly seen most days
Three days growth on chin, 
Olde Charlie,
Came from the olde school,
Of the way he thought
And reacted to...

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Every man, woman and child really admires 
\The men and women fighting the bushfires 
Some deliberately lit, the worst of all sins 
The fires roar fiercely in the strong winds 
Hundreds of square miles have...

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I have watched tree-giants 
in deep forest-cathedrals
declare glory, speak of heaven
in sanctuaries where birds rejoice 
between branches 
under leafy-windows  
– green and gold. 
I have seen where roots 
pierce stone. 

Then, glazed December
cracked. Empty...

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Is it because life pleads with love
Or love keeps longing for life
I still live on
Even as the hearse waits
Leaning on my gate

Is it because I flock
With doves of your bosom
And harvest poetry
Zealous scalpel scarifies them
Leaving...

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Like a swarm of bushfires, violences echoes like a viper slithering within the unknown,like a pack of wolves it lurks into the skies uncontrollable as a tsunami
with a burning flame of howls struck to the...

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she sends me news of bushfires with the rain
falling, not falling, and the pain of the old man 
in the cold, biting hamarttan and the suspended feasts
she speaks of births and deaths on village lanes...

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Never spoke to a dying tree...
feeling its grief, consoling its sorrow?
I've heard many trees afflicted
with the mockery of being too old, 
of serving no purpose for Nature,
but is everything they do not seen by us?


I...

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A Poet Road
Now that it is hot and the sun has turned from
a warm friend to a raging enemy, what did I say
to make it so burning hot?

I`m up early and drive around, stopping and...

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December morning
and already life is withdrawing
into the shade. The air
has the smell of smoke
blowing down from bushfires
burning up north. The sun
wears a red glow. 

The veneer of normality
begins to crack under heat 
to reveal what's...

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Obscenity in action, with trusted land managment out of
Action..The la la la landers.' With blisterless hands.' Set
Overgrowth conditions.' It could not be worse if planned.'
After bushfires have raveged.' They decide 'to kill' at least
Seven hundred...

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I met a check-out chick the other day,
I asked how was her New Year's, okay,
She said she had a dreadful New Year's Day,
Her boyfriend battling bushfires with the CFA,
He had never been so far away,
What...

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