Poems
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A poem for my favourite bird
By Stacks Poetsby Keztril
She sits on crate in shower
and waits for someone to come home -
a winter poem
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
those smooth rainy days of winter that wind on,
clock stuck at ten am all day long, -
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2P
By Stacks Poetsby Zan
Our passive silence seemed to hold this street hostage,
Her despotic display of wealth and snobbery mars the serenity of our collective solace,
Robbed of our designated parking spot- its after eight- mass silent hysteria lie in wait. -
Wasted Dreams
By Stacks Poetsby Meredith Pitt
So perfect, high rolling hills
covered in heather and gorse; -
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It’s the morning of lunch day with my family
By Stacks PoetsBy Keztril
I’m awake, talking to myself and trying to express a sense of awe
and looking through pools of doubt I ask
how did we get here our family? -
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lackadaisical love letter
By Stacks Poetsby Zan
forwarding this loathsome love note to the sultan of subterfuge:
this neurosis is a continuing nightmare you nurtured, -
Words in italics are from the The Doctor’s show on Triplej
By Stacks Poetsby Melanie Cunningham
Bird calls and traffic are a good soundtrack
For the awakening bustle in the field by the railway.
Long hushed cane platters and glass lampshades see the light of day after years of quiet; -
Bind us to no master
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
Bind us to no master,
o intemperate winds.
We float above the city, -
Inward breath
By Stacks Poetsby Melanie Cunningham
The quality of experience is different
The soul’s space is wider, deeper, higher
The feel of the air is gentler on the skin, -
Hermes
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
Walking backwards, away from the cave,
I take my flock of thoughts out of circulation,
Hiding in plain sight. -
Ode to the new generation!
By Stacks Poetsby Kat Campbell
bind us to no master
defying definition
you cannot pin us to your wall -
Everything
By Stacks Poetsby Melanie Cunningham
Salt spray glistens and smudges the horizon
Eye muscles stretch toward imagined rescuers who don’t appear
and don’t appear. -
Parrots of the mountains
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
A slow slow creaking call, as ponderous as the upswept midnight wings, echoes across the mountain valleys,
And then alights in a pine, sending showers of pine cone fragments down as the hard beaks crack open the nutty prizes.
A tinkling call, almost inaudible, and a red/blue shape, camoflaged in plain view, moves behind the nectar lad… -
PAUSE
By Stacks Poetsby Genevieve Osborne
Deep in the southy night when the soft edged feathers -
After the Call
By Stacks Poetsby Danny Gardner
I didn't think I would ever need
a doublet - and hose - or a puffed shirt either...
Or these witchy shoes -
Conclusively inconclusive
By Stacks Poetsby Ondine Evans
<<< Does one jump to a conclusion? 'Twould be messy.
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Untethered
By Stacks Poetsby Melanie Cunningham
Our collars, iridescent violet-green
Shimmer an oily slick of feather ends
