Long Gilbert Poems

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“Inside the Great Halls of Us”



Inside 
The Great Halls of Us,
there resides a ghost 

IT hides in plain sight,
waiting quietly, alone, 
in our dark

there, IT holds ITs light,
to draw us further in,
we nervously laugh IT...

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A Brief For The Defense 

Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies 
are not starving someplace, they are starving 
somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils. 
But we enjoy our lives because that's what God wants....

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Mama – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Mum » by T. Wignesan

Kevin Gilbert (July 10, 1933 – April 1, 1993) - father of Irish-English ancestry, mother an aboriginal from New South Wales - was orphaned...

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I got it as a gift from my grand uncle Dan who lived to a ripe old age of a hundred and one. He was the type of man that believes in developing the land;...

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Le vieil identique problème – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Same Old Problem » by T. Wignesan

(For Kevin Gilbert – cf. the introduction to Inside Black Australia (1988) – as quite obviously for Oodgeroo, too...

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The Lost Years

EDIE

Edie looks well for her age,
Hard to believe she’s almost 94.
A widow wife these past 72 years,
Lost husband Bill, in the 2nd World war.

Bill was presumed killed in action,
Though his body, was never...

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Klacatoo – Translation of Kevin Gilbert ‘s « Klacatoo » by T. Wignesan

On nous avait coincé sur la rive de Lachlan
un endroit qui s’appelle Klacatoo
là où nous rassemblions au coucher du soleil
quand nous entendions le...

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(Sung to the tune of Gilbert and Sullivan’s "The Duke of Plaza Toro," from The Gondoliers)
 
When all the land did take a stand
When bugs we all were fighting
He led the nation from behind
(He found...

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Your not going to believe this but I forgot that Jeanne Rosemary comes before Robert Earl.Probably because I am mad at her for not trying hard enough to live.She was the one who wagged me...

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We Were Two Broken Hearts
By: Aidan Gilbert

Stormy night
Muscles tensed a little too tight
I tried to forget about you
From love I could start new
But when I said I’ll loose you I lied
But telling myself that I...

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Le Rat Noir – Translation of Iris Clayton’s « The Black Rat » by T. Wignesan

(Iris Clayton of the Wiradjuri tribe in New South Wales was born in 1945. One of nine children, six of...

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My Lord
By: Aidan Gilbert

My Lord gave me feeling
My Lord come to my healing
Should have never looked down 
Should have never made that loud of a sound
But when you see your shadow as darkness
And dropping your...

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With apologies to Sir W.S. Gilbert

As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I've got a little list--I've got a little list.
Of society offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would...

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Fighting mid the strong and bold,
His eye and blade were keen;
Marching like a thund'ring storm
On foes of Faith, his queen.

Now returned in victory
Upon his mighty bay,
Set he off to Langley Tow'r
Her summons to obey.

"John the...

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Heliotrome

by Stark Hunter


A fly with green translucent scales
Is bothering me to the brink of insanity! 
This irksome beast buzzes around my ears, 
My mouth and my nose, and I know, 
As I know this old...

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I

Dave looks at his email.  There he sees 
 An invitation from Clark.
It looks like today, we’ll all have a game,
And, hopefully, this week won’t be the same,
 And to victory he’ll embark.
What a...

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This Misty Mountain Road
By: Aidan Gilbert

Heavy heart
Guiding my own new start
Walking a misty mountain road
Alone with my emotional load
Rocks coated with dusty dirt
It’s talking me forever to embrace this hurt
Holding the hand of pain
Nothing left...

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The Death of Myself  
By Aidan Gilbert

I remember the day where in death I lie                   ...

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To Love My Only Daughter
By: Aidan Gilbert 

I wanted to be the best father
To love my only daughter
But a cold war struck my blind eyes
Left my love inside in a knotted tie
This war slowly kills
And...

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Memories: Friend and Foe, 
collaboration with Lin Lane

"Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy."
                    ...

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The Ghost You Left to Kill me
By: Aidan Gilbert

I have grown accustomed to being alone with my thoughts, as I let my heart start a genocide to destroy the joy that came with you

Your invisible...

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I was reminiscing the other day about people I've known o'er the years,
And found it strange that their names corresponded with their careers.
For instance, Joseph Carpenter was handy with hammer, nails and saw.
Clyde Barrister, famed...

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Tali Karng : le Serpent du Crépuscule – Translation of W. Les Russell’s  « Tali Karng : Twilight Snake » by T. Wignesan

(W.Les Russell, b. 1949 in Melbourne, joined the Royal Australian Navy –...

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The Hated Color of the Night
By: Aidan Gilbert

When will the land of bitter discontinue us as a home
When will the dead leafless tree reach out a branch to us, 
For we are equals
When will its...

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