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Best Poems Written by Lily Radcliffe

Below are the all-time best Lily Radcliffe poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Goodbye Australian Cat

Look at yourself Mr Hunt!
   How can you be trusted.
Appalled by indoor comments of a prisonary view.

Native species fade through the mass destruction of our lands,
Yet you in the veil of science
Conserve a ruthless plan.

Poison takes on innocents
Have you not learned life's lesson
To see myxomatosis ravage, rage and burn in the devil's reflection.

Yet you. Oh no! Yes you
Believe that what you do is best
For future preservation, to ensure your culling's met

By eager fools in genocide
On the islands of your shore.
The year 2020 you will celebrate I'm sure.

But me and others like me
We grow older by the day
Bardot tried to implore you
In an intellectual way.

Blighted by your lack of vision
To impose a steady hand,
To inject mass steralisation
That would retain you as a man.

The slow death and the shooting,
Toxic meat wrapped up in plunder.
Roll up. Roll up conservation
In the land we call down under.

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A Song For the Herring Gull

The cliff tops were bare, rocks lay scattered across the beach, the nearing harbor holding all in its silence. Along the bay the ripple of a kayak hovered on a waters edge. All was quiet, or so it seemed.
Overhead clouds rolled and arched a landscape in blue, held by a shimmering backlight in grey-orange hues. Up there, amongst the rocks, movement issued the break of day. Columns of fledged juveniles headed out to the shore on surrogate wings so new in all their mottled grey glory. Clumsy at first, innocent of death, they practiced their art.
Many years ago, decades ago, before our monopolized greed, these wings could learn their craft on broken hills and rock face to a sanded shore now desimated by poisoned or starved waters. How the human spirit lives on.
Year by year, in urban habitat, overwhelmed by our desire to regenerate, encrypted in a culling desire, no co-existence, just hate, a lack of education, a provision of landscape in need, forcing extinction to deaths lonely door again and again.
Today I watched the bonded pairs high up on the roof tops, a tireless nurture, their weakened bodies, their empathic care. I look down through the alleyways, broken wings fall or on discarded earth or through my town, hiding in corners. We are the invaders, not them.

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Nebula

All those clusters and dreams.
Giant footprints in the dark,
Watching over us, sharing our anima.
Somewhere, lost in your nebula, energy stays, hiding,
Driven by desire,
Pushing through.

I love this exploration into past and future.
Time is only an equation,
Billions of light years before and all around us,
Seen through dark matter, weaving it's spell.
Stay with the days and nights
To catch those whispers
To a new day dawning.

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North Shore

Through the pane we could react to a future
  Held under the brightest star
  In a sea glaze mass of imperfection.
At the back,
 the harbor clanked and toiled our youth away.
Nights so careless in the beginning,
Became slower, burnished eyes fragmenting.
Down in the basement
  Sea winds battered doors and opened fear.
Summer was omnipresent and beautiful.
  Floating on the waves gave solace
  When youth and ignorance leapt in.
The still quiet of the night,
The six mile stretch,
The beat of the tide in vision.
The composition.
  Lying on the seagrass spree
  Awakened in highlights,
  In awe of being there.
  Felt everything.
Walking along the small pier at night,
When the winds listened,
My soul in harness,
 To transcend the night into living.

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Temptation

You are everything to me.
Without you, doors would not open,
Drifting in an estuary of such belonging.
If I never knew you, who would I be,
How could I change in new directions,
Courage and faith exulted.

The loneliest hour passing,
Entering city lights in a haven,
Dual lanes in the midnight hour.
The city burns,
Blood pours the vernacular ceiling.

I hit the gas.
Over the orange haze of night lights,
Wheels burning, sound as companion,
 Window down low.
It's hypnotic, the night time feeling,
The blacked out houses,
The continuous spit of an asphalt track,
Ethereal hills in shadow.
High winds rock but I don't care.
Meet me at the toll bridge,
My desire is you.
Centuries fill this place,
Old and decaying,
Void remnants.
Turning into the bay,
I remember you.
You were all I desired.

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When the Evening Calls

Racing street lights, hear the siren call.
Way out past the swing bridge, newspaper on your floor.
Bound by intermission so young it's hard to care.
These residents of teardrops stray north to lame somewhere.

Down the steps I've wandered in and out of summer shade,
Staking talk and memory
In the dim light of my dreams.

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For Lena

Effortless strangers along the beach,
Hoards of people, so strange to me.
Buoyed islands and mast sails that spreading distance of light,
Embers on rod trails to grey shadows night.

Clock face and churchyard a step from the shore,
Man made extrusions, a chilling curtail.
Treading the slipway the life raft is rung,
For lime wash on corners, a plea from the heart.

Rolling and spitting, wave after wave,
Jacket so heavy need light from above.
Shifting the life raft once more in the pull
Of motions and currents that dare and divine.

A flashlight, a whistle, a rocket whose flare
Bring closer together men and women who care.

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Hi

Such a cold wind blowing across my heart today,
   Bags at the door, fallout everywhere.
Caught in a time-lock,
   Roads we will never take together,
Our destination apart.

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Magpie

Hold me.
Take that idea and part the waters as you soar.
You are too beautiful and violent.
Feel your wrath, the unsteady hand, the emotion.
Older, a continuation of everything you are,
Take me to black and white places on high,
See the others as they fall.
You will see it through.
Stare into the darkness of Conrad's heart,
Bold and unmistakably you,
Shearing delight on cotton clouds.
One by one the seeds fall, August upon us now,
Sold to the wind before autumn colors shed,
Take me to those places
Bluebird of summer.

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Blue Wave

Heat on the door, windows airless,
    Obsessive heat.
Inching blandness in sorrow soaked.
Prism of light spearing through our town
Filled with hope.
A lingering ghost stays on.
Hungry repetition, happened, been and gone.
So slowly, interest fading 
To a daylight breaking
For that moment,
By a candle bare,
On rosewood eyes you shine.