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I write about anything bent, weird and funny..started a couple of years ago, since won a couple of local contests..a few statement pieces have been published
Aussie style prose and poetry and the like...
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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fire: 1 of 94
Lightning strike brought it to be A spark An ember Now flaming free, Bounding leaping running along conjuring up the demon song. Relentless heat tantalizes the beast Dancing beauty engrossed in the feast Tree sweat, once silent rolls down Now sings and crackles feeding the crown Merciless winds sweep from an inland so dry Sho... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Addiction: 1 of 34
..Addictions.."Well skipper , what be your next move den, moit I suggest a world trip, Mea what would your thoughts be on dis particular subject," Drew mused."It's not for me to say Drew, as long as I'm on the 'Sea Slug', sailing,I don't really care, and the quicker we leave here the better, " Mea said referring to her state ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Paranoia: 1 of 33
...The Hypochondriac....What was that.. a gripe from withina friendly little nudge for me to warn the next of kin..What is that...that scares me to the corethinking now only of the faces I adore..Why me..I've done precious little wrongreturning to a place where all of us belong..I know..I'll ignore it and hope it goes away,th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In my dreams: 9 of 214
...Emotional highs are as good as it getswe shut out the lows for there's too many regrets,to dwell on the past only plays with the mindfor negatives are always there to find....A life of experiences now locked in the headto relive these things become dreams for the bed,to lay and remember the best times of your lifeusually r... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humorous: 22 of 478
The Budgies..Ever babysat some budgiesand promise you'd take care,then hang up their cagen' watch 'em sit in listless stare?I did this one weekendfor a lady friend of minewas told to talk to 'em,if I didn't they would pine.All they did was sitfor the first day or twothen the pair hung upside downboth tapping at a screw.Tap ta... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love's anguish: 10 of 166
..Our Eternity....In a dark wood of pleasant memories...shadows manifest the mindcomplex questions subjugatesad stepsas I walk aloneyet togetherone last time...The Silver Birchour tattooon the sitting branchtwo heartsone arrow..Rest hereamongst the rootswith the golden coinwe buried in our youthour cross elevatedinto the trun... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Relaxing: 6 of 91
..Relaxing to me is a not a regular treat,to sit on my ass and lift my feet,working twenty four hours upon the sea,can't work all the time or under ground I be...Fish to sort and ice them down,ready for market in Sydney town.clean all the nets to use them tonight,filthy dirty and looking a sight...Pack up the truck and wash o... More..
Jobs & Careers > Stress & Time Management Most embarrassing moment on the job: 1 of 14
One of the worst days of my working life happened in 2002. After giving away fishing professionally the year before I took up with a friend laboring at a fish factory. One facet of the job entailed unloading the trawlers then transporting the catch to the factory some three kilometers. The port was snuggled under the overlook... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: One of those days: 3 of 31
..One Of Those Days....I woke earlycrept out without a peepgot dressed in the kitchento let the misses sleep...High tide was nice and earlythe salmon running hotthe perfect plan was going wellbeat the sun to my favorite spot...I'll get an hours fishing inthen pick up her special plants' Before the rush 'she warnednot to take ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mourning: 16 of 162
Tissues and Time. The tissues you offerI still need them true,Eight years operatingin a haze of blue.Can't find my boy or bury him,ocean blue I've searched the rim.Lost my right arm never to retrieve,the boy I lost,loved,raised....my oldest seedI carry on toperpetuate the myth,to act male, all straight and stiff.Missy dear m... More..