white liars

sulphur-crested cockatoo: cacatua galerita white liars are gathering overhead to shout their stories white liars are so crooked they can’t fly straight a zig and a zag beneath the open sky is the fastest way to get between two points if you’ve got a story fit to tell don’t keep it to yourself we want … Continue reading white liars

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the drafter

https://www.poets.org/sites/default/files/Small-Blue-RGB-National-Poetry-Month-Logo.jpg he draws words like paint shaped on canvas tiny brush strokes of language stories spun from flax stories spun out of gold an alphabet hued in colour like the leaf green then yellow to wine then to earth onto earth into earth there is a word call it drafting a journey-tool of lettered precision … Continue reading the drafter

what day is this

https://www.poets.org/sites/default/files/Small-Blue-RGB-National-Poetry-Month-Logo.jpg the day is not long but my boredom makes it longer impatient I with the this and the that of my lot I cannot bear to bother and time drags on me the day is not short but my excitement makes the minutes heighten and before I know hours have flown the day is … Continue reading what day is this

waiting westerly

the wind raises its intensity before a change that's full of weather I am lying in the darkness waiting for the rain the stars I watch through a window are swallowed by slow cloud and leave nothing but the restlessness of leaves like me they are waiting the weather westerly © Frank Prem, 2017 April 2017 Poem … Continue reading waiting westerly

why is the magpie

https://www.poets.org/sites/default/files/Small-Blue-RGB-National-Poetry-Month-Logo.jpg the magpie was quietly wardle-ing speaking his thoughts out aloud his theme was the song his ordle to himself focused on why I wardle because … that’s just the way that I am I wardle for the love in my heart that is song and I wardle when I’m alone I wardle when I … Continue reading why is the magpie

turn my coffee

https://www.poets.org/sites/default/files/Small-Blue-RGB-National-Poetry-Month-Logo.jpg if I want my coffee to love me if I want my coffee to hold me my coffee to please me to make my life be easy I’ve got to turn my coffee on ~ I don’t want my coffee bitter, Joe I don’t want my coffee too black no (oh no no) my … Continue reading turn my coffee