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‘God is a DJ’ is a songI used to findsomewhat ridiculous:As if God would want us alldry humpingto the thumping beats inside some grimy club, and no doubt highon one or other drug. Later on, however, I realised that this songmight have another meaning:If God is a DJ, then it follows thatmusic must be divine.At times,... Continue Reading →
Today I'm very excited to announce the results of the EIF Haiku Poetry Challenge. The response was fantastic, and made me realise just how much care and attention is involved in creating haiku that are both poetically beautiful and resonant with meaning. We received so many striking and skilfully-crafted haiku that I'm pleased I did... Continue Reading →
I have been witness`when the storm swelled out at seaa lonely lighthouse anchored at the shore casting light upon the surging tideand knowing I could do no morethan witness, bea beacon blazing light as you were tossed about in wavesand almost dashed to pieceson the treacherous rocksof self-doubt and self loathing. Beacon I, a witness, Iloved... Continue Reading →
Hanging out in Mar-a-Lago, nowthat’s cool:somebody told me it should beLago-a-Marthat’s what will happen to Florida;haven’t a clue what she meantand she certainly didn’t have a pussy worth grabbingwomen like that should not be seen or heardthe rest of women should only be seen:You hear me, boys?Me, a loser?How much are you worth?How many golf... Continue Reading →
Today, Aussie Poet and regular guest contributor Don Matthews of The Flippant, Comic, and Serious is bemoaning the destruction of paradise in the name of progress, touring the constipations, and reflecting on the contrasts between the flippant and serious sides of his poetry. Grab yourself a 'tinny' and to enjoy the show, but don't get... Continue Reading →
I'm so happy because todayI learned that TrumpHad lost the raceHe’s so ugly, but that’s ok because he’s throughWe've cracked his nutsSunday morning will be a happy one for allThe human raceWe might just make it, a few more yearsWe’ve ditched that foolYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahI was so angry but that’s ok... Continue Reading →
It's going to have to be black becauseblack tastes of late Octobernot all-black, of coursefor all-black is not a colour butan absence:Inky black spills into my mind on days when the sun won't shineinky black is for 'I' as in (Mood) Indigo:here we go, down the whirlpool of the sensesinky-black, squid-ink taste words on the... Continue Reading →
To the tune of Londonderry Air. Warning! Contains strong language and political themes: Oh Donny boy,The blatant lies you’re tellingStink to high heavenAnd right back down to hell: You claim it’s fraudIs that a rat I’m smelling?You say it’s fixedBut that you’ve won as well; And I’ll be damnedIf I hear one more slanderUpon the... Continue Reading →
Haiku is a Japanese art form which has become incredibly popular in English. English haiku are typically 17-syllable poems split across three lines in the pattern 5-7-5. I did a little research, however, and learned that traditional Japanese haiku are formed of 17 on, a Japanese linguistic unit which is not quite the same as... Continue Reading →
Today I bring you another 3 poems from Aussie Poet Don Matthews of The Flippant, Comic, and Serious. Don is a regular contributor to this site, and he writes poetry which is often of a humorous bent, but with a serious twist. Visit his site to find out more! This week, Don is inspired by... Continue Reading →
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