POETRY.
ABORIGINAL AUSTRALIA To the Others You once smiled a friendly smile, Said we were kin to one another, Thus with guile for a short while...
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Neale Lucas
- Dec 9, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
THE BEAN SELLER'S TALE Once upon a time, we were cast as hoodwinkers, thaieves, old-timers of the deranged forests and scarecrow-less...
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Neale Lucas
- Nov 29, 2022
- 2 min
POETRY.
MULGA BILL'S BICYCLE 'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; He turned away the good old horse that served him...
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Neale Lucas
- Nov 26, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
REQUEST TO A YEAR If the year is meditating a suitable gift, I should like it to be the attitude of my great- great- grandmother,...
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Neale Lucas
- Nov 22, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
JAPANESE MAPLE Your death, near now, is of an easy sort. So slow a fading out brings no real pain. Breath growing short Is just...
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Neale Lucas
- Nov 19, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
HOMO SUBURBIENSIS One constant in a world of variables - A man alone in the evening in his patch of vegetables, and all the things he...
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Neale Lucas
- Nov 16, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
FEARFUL WOMEN Arms and the girl I sing - O rare arms that are braceleted and white and bare arms that were lovely Helen's, in whose name...
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Neale Lucas
- Nov 14, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
MEDUSA I am so alone. Would you like to know why? Quite simply, I am terribly afraid, to look you in the eye. If our eyes connected, you...
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Neale Lucas
- Nov 14, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
VIRUS Our world is sick and dying, a blind fool can see the writing on the wall. It does not take a genius savant, to see we are heading...
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Neale Lucas
- Nov 11, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
DOES IT MATTER? Does it matter?-losing your legs? For people will always be kind, And you need not show that you mind When others come in...
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Neale Lucas
- Nov 10, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
A SONG OF AUTUMN ‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad At the falling of the year, When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad, When...
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Neale Lucas
- Nov 7, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
PETALS Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We...
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Neale Lucas
- Nov 3, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
THE MAN HE KILLED Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have set us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! But ranged as...
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Neale Lucas
- Oct 30, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
MY FATHER The memory of my father is wrapped up in white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day at work. Just as a magician takes towers...
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Neale Lucas
- Oct 29, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
WHERE EDGES ARE She is effulgent in the dark halls of town. She is listening but they are hearing. Her skin is blistering and sharp with...
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Neale Lucas
- Oct 25, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong, who deem...
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Neale Lucas
- Oct 23, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked...
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Neale Lucas
- Oct 22, 2022
- 2 min
POETRY.
SEKHMET, THE LION-HEADED GODDESS OF WAR He was the sort of man who wouldn't hurt a fly. Many flies are now alive while he is not. He was...
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Neale Lucas
- Oct 21, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY,
MEDUSA Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs, Eyes rolled by white sticks, Ears cupping the sea’s incoherences, You house your unnerving...
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Neale Lucas
- Oct 18, 2022
- 1 min
POETRY.
CASSANDRA There was nothing original in what she said — for instance, All wars end in defeat for all. They'd heard it before, and...
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