Archive for the ‘relinquishing a dream’ Category

The following poem by Jude Aquilina from the recently published  Woman Speak is typical of the way both Jude and Louise (Nicholas) cut and pin the human condition  to the dissection board. Poempig suggests this  is the poem every woman should read if…. well, read on.

I line the kitty litter tray

with faces of brides and groomsdivorce Adam Parle photostream

smiling from Sunday’s news.

Being a recent divorcee,

it says it all really.

Jude Aquilina

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Jude Aquilina is a SA poet whose poems have appeared on wine bottles and shop walls. She has worked as a writer for Flim Flam Singing Telegrams, seller of piano accordions and clerk for the Tax Office.womanspeak140px

She currently works for the SA Writer’s Centre and teaches professional writing at TAFE. Woman Speak (Wakefield Press, 2009 )  #mce_temp_url# was published earlier this year and can be purchased from the publisher.

Pic Adam Parle’s Photostream: #mce_temp_url#

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200px-LangstonHughe_25This poem is extraordinary because it connects us across cultures, across eras and across oceans to the poet. The poet is Langston Hughes (1902 – 67). He has Native American, Black American, Scottish and Jewish ancestry. So  he had plenty to write about. IThis poem , however, connects us all to our shared humanity.

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar overstorm

Like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes

Man-Gone-Down-       This poem can be found in Man Gone Down by Michael Thomas. #mce_temp_url#  The protagonist in the book has one black and one white parent and has two poets influencing    his narration of his life: T. S. Eliot and Langston Hughes.

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Here is a poem called Mistakes by Adelaide poet Charles Crompton aka professional performance poet, Shaggy Doo Beats. We all want to be grown-up and in control. This poem captures the essence of the offness we all feel on an off-day often in an off-month in an off year. We all have them. Charles Crompton

I was a child

That grew up

But as an adult I still in life can

Muck it up

Fuck it up

Stuff it up

Bugger it up

Screw it up

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Smash it up

Rip it up

Blow it up

Throw it up

Live it up

Loosen it up

Giveit up

Pick it up

Hang it up

Tidy up.

By Charles Crompton    #mce_temp_url#

This poem can be found in Charles Crompton’s latest book Shaggy Doo Beats which can be purchased through the auhtor’s website.

Clip Art Mark Lawrence  #mce_temp_url#

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The cure is not in the chemo, blade or pill.     pills

It is in the reckoning.


Why me? Why me? Why me?


 Fate can be a bastard

What did you expect?

Garlands of good fortune?

A ticker tape parade along Destiny Drive?

Dorothy and Toto skipping you down the Yellow Brick Road?


Or maybe you felt that God

–      as a one of interventionist favour-

would lasso that renegade cell gone cancer cowboy

or get out his godly remote and stop that lunatic car

or turn omnipotent bouncer and block your entry

in the dance of destruction, Pandora’s Choice!


It matters not.


 Pandora chose you.

That is the reckoning.


Later – if there is a later –

It is time to weigh, sift and till

Find the fertile lobe

Sow new thoughts of how you are to be

Grow new ways of thinking

This is me! This is me! This is me!

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