Sydney Poems

The Bass Strait sealing rush began in eighteen-o-three,
where at least a dozen vessels were wrestling with the sea,
for the China trade was booming, for the want of skins and oils.
This was the first real export, from Australian soils.

With prices high...Read More

"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 inhaled
through the flaring nostrils 
of...Read More

Very soon I go away,
Very soon I board my plane and go to Sydney,
Very soon I will try heal my pain.
Very soon I will find love for you...
For you leaving me.

Very soon after Sydney I will come to you,
I will...Read More

Change Happens
Written: by Miracle Man
1-11-2020 

Its a given, that change,
is an ongoing thing.
It causes me to contemplate,
what tomorrow might bring.

All change isn’t beneficial,
though some appears rad.
Many spend big bucks,
on some high tech doodad.

I ask myself one question,
about new things in...Read More

Remembering Jane
The ground flooded in pink
Spectators in pink
Pink is the colour of hope
Donate now to honour Jane*

*Jane McGrath, who was married to Test cricketer Glen McGrath, died of breast cancer about a decade ago.  After her death, Glen set...Read More

"Christmas Wolves"



Winged ones 
unseen
feathers of pure light
fold their warmth around you 

as you walk 
in solitary silence
throughout the cold
Christmas Dark Night

Warriors alone 
wanting to take flight
always stay by your side
reciting good cheer

They will never leave you alone,
they are found here
Heaven's...Read More

True Story


Tooling down the highway, through a New South country town
Listen to the crackle on CB
A voice comes through the speaker, faint and on its own
I wonder if they could be calling me

Now the CB things illegal, so we need...Read More

eerie earth whooshing
punctured pride pulsing
smirking over corpse
damping drooling draws
rustic rally rising
ginormous gaunt growling

salient sydney scrunching
flowing yell fostering
fiddling frantic feelings

Paul Pyper's end;
once a fiend
now a friend

victorious earth vacillating
faddish fame dispersing.
     19:12:09:10:35

~Note~ An adaptation of William Morris' "Gunnar's...Read More

Emily was at the beginning of her sixty-fifth year,
She lived alone since her husband,Colin died in 2008.
Her life involved cleaning and maintaining the family home.
Not that there was any family really.
Her only friend was a stray cat called Elenore.
She lived...Read More

Emily goes for a walk.

Emily was at the beginning of her sixty-fifth year,
She lived alone since her husband,Colin died in 2008.
Her life involved cleaning and maintaining the family home.
Not that there was any family really.
Her only friend was a stray...Read More

"White the Lowest Sky"



Cries the Lowest Sky 
tear drops fed as manna
o’er the littlest warrior 
face raised to ultra Light

The 3
that sit in Ultra Gamma
there cries the lowest Sky
the voice that ever hears you

Cries the Lowest Sky
eyes, full wet plates...Read More

I once tried to spend the night in a tree.

Back in the late 1960s, my older sister, a nurse, found a job for me as a nurse's aide at a Sydney hospital.  I hated it there, so one evening...Read More

"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 honey running freely down the...Read More

I’ve had to work a little harder down at the council yard,
and by gee I’m glad it’s time for knocking off.
Had to fix Andy’s broken shovel handle - he leaned a little hard,
and ‘Occa’ took the day off with a...Read More

"50 Words for Poe: Shark"




The Shark’s name was Bruce
he liked to drive with his head 
hanging out the car 
mouth wrapped around a 
Montecristo Dantes Cuban Cigar

They met in Wichita
Room 101 in the 
Hotel Cicero

“Hey babe,” he said
“I know,” she...Read More

While i sit
In this Damp rotten cave
The cliffs to high
I tried
In vain
Low tide
Lets me see
Outside
For a time
Before breaking waves
Force me 
Inside
How many years
I've spent
In this darkness
This dampness
This rotten cave
No seaman
Should suffer
This torturest sentence
I know i am long dead
As the ships...Read More

It was late afternoon in September,
Stephen laid a blanket on the grass and opened a bottle of Pinot Noir,
He did this every year on the 9th because that was when Eliza disappeared.
He carefully opened the basket he had brought and...Read More

The sea plays tricks you see
The old salt said looking straight at me
For the sun and waves look different
And sometimes they appear heaven sent

He was leaning on the pier that day
Sucking back his pipe in the usual way
We were sailing...Read More

A BLESSED CHRISTMAS FOR ALL WITH POETRY SOUP

Dear Caren, Andrea, Cay Cay, Carolyn and Jan
Rico, Arturo, Paul and Chris, all of you are the same 
Excellent  poets, together with, Gordon, Duke and Line
Each of you write poetry so fine,
Beata,...Read More

Beyond the blue ... 
sailing past the farthest tearful kiss blown
Hoping for clear skies ahead,
as my Aussie eyes see wallaby clouds
joyfully jumping by

From Perth to Sydney,
a dragging anchor of parting sadness
has dropped to the deep

Last thoughts of loneliness
is an indigo...Read More

I am the bushland dawning
in the stillness of the morning
I am the sunlit plains
and the mighty river's flow

I'm the drought and I'm the flood
I'm the earth and I'm the blood
I'm the breezes ever blowing
where the wild pandanas grow

I'm the stockman...Read More

You’re always in my thoughts Jitterbug,
Your memory will never fade.
We had so many great times together.
Fond memories that we made.
Remember when we went camping in the van,
And you referred to me as a mung bean?
Or the time the air mattress...Read More

They walk amongst us, but in silent ways,
spreading peace and love without any praise.
When thunder roars and lightning strikes in rain
they watch over us, healing bleeding pain.

Yet we do not see their celestial light,
nor do they shed feathers within our...Read More

•	young couple, fit male brown hair and glasses with toned blond female taking multiple selfies as ferry leaves Newfoundland
•	 middle aged blond woman- multiple selfies - all angles
•	young tattooed dude chatting to unseen companions while smoking cigarettes
•	older balding male looks...Read More

Me real name it is Bill Vonbertouche,	
but for short most folk just call me Bill.
Me Mum and Dad say I’m real smart,	
but the girls reckon I’m just a dill.	

But let’s just get this one thing straight,
I’ll tell you first -...Read More