Poem

'Above Us' by MTC Cronin | States of Poetry Queensland - Series One

MTC Cronin
09 March 2016

Above us we hear the windmill yelping, circling like a trapped
dog while the house sits like a black skull on the hill. Above us
the tombs are rising from their rest and travelling along the
roads beneath trees turning sourly. Above us the wind flings
uncountable seed into the dignified light tossed through the
depths by a green moon rolling over and over in the sh ... More

'Little Track' by MTC Cronin | States of Poetry Queensland - Series One

MTC Cronin
09 March 2016

Time falls out
of your house

and onto a slab
of lucerne which

the cows eat as
they wander away

from the orchard's
long flowing hour.

Sweet and full
of wild honey

is the flower
is the bird.

Part of your love
is timeless enough

says the little track
left by ants.

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'The Correct Way' by MTC Cronin | States of Poetry Queensland - Series One

MTC Cronin
09 March 2016

The correct way to drink from a broken cup.
To welcome both dark and light into your house.
To imagine tomorrow.
To pick verbena and red clover.
On the path where nothing will grow.

The correct way to tend the frozen.
To take their sweet throats and swim down into their livers.
To disembowel without touching.
To do what is at stake.
To move from c ... More

'The Grass is Full by MTC Cronin | States of Poetry Queensland - Series One

MTC Cronin
09 March 2016

Moon is a paper lamp
burning all night.

The grass
is full of shadows.

Hardly room in here
with the cupboard's coat.

Small broken windows
open dream's row.

The wild birds
all leave my mind at once –

mouth banging shut
in the dark.

'The grass is full
of blue free stars.'

The universe jus ... More

'Ambition Man' by Lionel Fogarty | States of Poetry Queensland - Series One

Lionel Fogarty
09 March 2016

The things us Murri blackfellas have to go over in life's
Futures is hard.
Love's gone bad and less money and work.
This easy going one got the flour tea sugar our mothers and fathers worked for.
We were black men before the lot say, Ah ah, what's colour got to do with it?
Well the light comes from the dark.
May our babies never forget the black men who washed clea ... More

'Between Places' by Lionel Fogarty | States of Poetry Queensland - Series One

Lionel Fogarty
09 March 2016

Beyond a man's face stands a skilful
         Command of changes
Beyond a woman's face stands a weep
       Over the sweet peace beauty
Borrowed emerging naked rage
      Made these times emptiness
Being at the advancing haunts came
  The hunter's stamping leaps ... More

'He Had a Dream of Times' by Lionel Fogarty | States of Poetry Queensland - Series One

Lionel Fogarty
09 March 2016

They swing on real dreams of freedom.
Peace is like things of the past.
Justice is like ice on the lands never seen.
The dream he had was his own.
For he got pay for his speech.
People now can't dream in positive.
For money to dream became working to scream.
Years went by things same lay at the beds and rooms.
Pain anger injustices seem to be their lifelo ... More

'Koala Trees Turn Her Borobi' by Lionel Fogarty | States of Poetry Queensland - Series One

Lionel Fogarty
09 March 2016

She was pretty young Borobi being put in the tree by her human father for four hours.

As he walk back to the other Jarjum, they ask where Borobi was. He say, Oh she jump
into a tree wanting to eat leaves and looked like happy, so I let her be what she wanted
to be, a Borobi.

Many Bilin Bilin flirted around flying high and low seems like listen to old Kargaru sing
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'Chips' by Ellen van Neerven | States of Poetry Queensland - Series One

Ellen van Neerven
09 March 2016

Can I say
white people really bore me sometimes
to be exact
I grow tired with what's unmentioned
idling in surf club bathrooms
nothing wrong with the chips
but they're talking about Tasmania
my thoughts haunted by islands
maybe I'm dying
I've too many chips
teeth like stones
take me to be flossed
and cleaned
I need new soles
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'Bricks and Lightning' by Ellen van Neerven | States of Poetry Queensland - Series One

Ellen van Neerven
09 March 2016

It seems I'm always walking
into the scene of a crime
moustached copper
and fuck-off tape
don't look too closely
you won't be able to sleep
I'm new to this building
I live now by the river where
the ducks look like shoes
in the water
I go to the department store
we used to frequent
I look at grocery receipts
to see how I'm saving< ... More

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