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A Haiku

A Haiku:

rotting summer heat
sends cows to sleep, and sparks off
a great firestorm.

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First date (a poem)

First date:
Heat is raging, fire, life,
Squeamish toes spring back in fright,
then lead a charge through the meniscus.
Marching men fall in behind:
Ankles,
Knees,
Navel,
Neck;
To the tingling sound of a phoney war,
a courtship dance, a slow caress,
Between stalwart muscles and coaxing heat,
which melts, and kills and roars,
but rhymes with dream, and sweet.

As the day is washed away,
Yawns emerge, like smoke from battle,
like soap bubbles,
from a slippery consciousness sliding
towards sleep

posted by Foodfairy @ 2:59 PM 0 comments

Icon (a poem

This is my attempt to write a humourous poem. Its my first attempt so its not that great.

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Hello, I’m Kerry, can you help me please,
I left my purse, up in the gum trees.
They chopped my forest, and my mother got shot,
Now I have to wear shoes coz this concrete’s so hot-

Scratch that-
I’m boiling alive in here!
Whoever said marsupials were warm-blooded-
wins understatement of the year!

But I must plough on-
I swing my bucket through the air,
Skip,
and sing “Please Don’t call me a Koala Bear”

Some kids laugh and some kids scream,
when I invite them home to eat gumleaf ice cream.
If they’ve broken a limb, I say, Be careful next time,
Kenny always warned me- use four paws when you climb

Of course there’s the teenage boy who told me to die
and who called me a possum and made me cry,
but also the child who defended me,
so heroically and tenderly.
And the guy in stubbies just laughs a lot
and tells me to watch Pizza and Idiot Box

(Now I need to hide to have a drink,
or some junior sceptic will start to think
They’re the only one to ever discover
It’s a zipper not a scar from being run over.)

And muscly men will show their hugging side
and pictures’ll show tourists grinning wide,
and prove the existence of giant fauna
Like you’d only find in urban Australia.

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Hints to previous post

Don't read this unless you've read the poem I posted before this. These are some tips on how to read it (after you've tried to figure it out for yourself)

definitions:

Somnambulant= sleepwalking

redox= oxidation and reduction (a type of chemical reaction in which two atoms swap electrons and create a new substance)

malaproprism= mistake in language by using a word that sounds similar but means something completely different

Kowaii= Japanese for scary

Kawaiii= Japanese for cute or good-looking

Oma= Korean for mother
Mommee= Creole for mother

OTher notes:
-There are numerous stories of learners of Japanese mixing up the words "person/human being" (ningen) and "carrot" (ninjin)

- In "Gulliver's travels" the Lilliputians had a war over which end eggs should be broken on
- One of the most famous poems in Japanese literature is about a frog jumping into a pond.
- One of the founders of Italian literature (Petrarch) was a Florentine and wrote soppy love poems
-See if you can work out the other two pieces of literature referred to in the same stanza

This poem is about relationships and difference and what happens when people interact.

posted by Foodfairy @ 2:50 PM 0 comments

The Human Condition

I decided to put up some of the poems I wrote as part of my poetry course. I hope you like them. This one is probably the most complicated one. It requires you to think a bit. Read it a few times, and then go to the next blog posting which will have some hints on it.

The Human Condition
Somnambulant ants trace looping paths,
trekking tiny ant-miles across a fantasy world,
over frost-capped cliffs, and marble meteors,
sometimes they collide, and move on,
all the same,
in oblivious configurationS.

I once collided with Dyslexia,
who, lost behind
a discarded magnifying glass,
had crawled into
Autism,
Both were planting flags in Einstein,
“He was broken on my end of the egg!”
I heard each one call ouT,

Making smoke,
redox gas, ectogenesis from swirling dust.
Like that thrown up when the teenage King
of Korea, drawn out of his darkened jungle lair,
showed off his new syllable:
the grunt
to the woman who laboured to teach him English,
and made the whole world shiveR.
In between the basement window and the clothesline
I shivered again
as I heard a mix of echoing screams,
from when three generations of queens
banished
good-natured fathers for mistaking
their towelling pants for a nappy, their carefully cultivated hair
for a beehive, and their low-necked tops,
for underwear.
All three men later met
in SiberiA.


Life is such crossed wires,
such multi-lingual malapropisms,
as when I was asked
Are you the sort of person who doesn’t like men?
Well, men are kowai and kawaii at the same time,
but in the end we’re all carrots.
And it is stumbling over scraps of thoughts and words
in a discussioN.

About the problems posed
by Asian toilets for the ageing population, and why
omaaaa and mommeee were the first words I learnt in Korean and Creole,
And of how a poem
about a jumping frog, a summer’s day,
Florentine lovers,
or a bolting horse,
could mean nothing
and everythinG.

Rising from these moments,
is a being,
waiting to be captured,
living on,
drops of memories,
and whispers, and breathing

touches,
of eyes, lips, hearts,
What did you inhalE?

posted by Foodfairy @ 2:47 PM 0 comments

Me 

posted by Foodfairy @ 2:34 PM 0 comments

Testing 1...2.....3....

This is my first blog entry. My friend Li may helped me to set up my blog. I sort of wanted to set up a blog before, but I didn't know how. I wonder if anyone will actually read this.

posted by Foodfairy @ 10:14 PM 1 comments