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Lest we forget [the warmongers and their apologists]

Lest we forget the profiteers whose patriotism and bank balances were always beyond question. At the going down of the sun – we will remember them. [Editor's note: The inclusion of various politicians in the illustrations was an editor idea, not the poet's.]

Things are no longer quiet around Highett

Here cdb poet, Brolga-Brolga, tells a moral tale of how a number of neighbours clubbed together to speculate on their adjacent land, but when they tried to buy again, they were already priced out of the market. With homage to Barry Humpreys who wrote The Highett Waltz, sung by Dame Edna, and linked to here.

The Violence of the Rainforest

The violence of the rainforest is slow

A tropical dance of death

A slow motion conga of

Glacial garrotting, woody twists and knots and turns,

Plaited hangman's nooses,

Gargoyle roots and towering ferns

Australian Elections 2013: New Dog, Old Clown

It’s been a saga with revolving doors,
First Kevin 07 with all his flaws
Then out as PM in election 2013
But there was another PM in between!

Twenty Thirteen where shall we meet?

Twenty thirteen awaits us tomorrow. What is reasonable to expect of the year which some may see as being an unlucky number? Should we reach for the sky or just try to maintain business as usual?

The Blue tongue lizard: Nature once so close now how distant in Australia

I used to see all kinds of frogs in our garden as a child,
But they all went when the nearby swamp was drained completely dry,
The local horses disappeared when vacant blocks were sold
And working horses pulling carts all went away we’re told.

Oil Spill - poem


"When we arrived demented clowns
skulking low in greasy places
liars speaking truths obscene..."

Voices, a poem by Anne Smic

out Yapeen way in the old pub
long converted to a cottage
I've been looking again for the moon

Happy 2012- Melbourne Environment

Melbourne's environment is steadily deteriorating as rapid population growth continues but some are insulated by wealth against the effects of this. Happy 2012- Melbourne’s environment

In city and suburbs trees fall victim to greed,
Backyards are demolished for a so called need
Of people awaiting all our precious spaces
And we give them up and then turn on the *races.

Our surroundings decline as we stand by and watch
And try to explain it in terms in terms of *“hop scotch”
“If you move to there these ones can move in
Then cover your garden, it’s no longer a sin.”

The Night before Christmas


Santa is feeling the pressure of increased work as population and density of housing in cities increases. He sympathises with the nurses.

The Wallabies, Flinders Island

For an instant the ears come up
forked and twitching like a diviner's rod
dowsing the shoreline for lethal sounds - those
faint steady fumblings before the rifle-crack."

Bulldozer Blues

From Montreal to Melbourne, from Brisbane to Boston, ordinary people across the world feel like helpless bystanders as woodlands or wetlands or farmlands fall victim to the bulldozer. Madeline Weld, President of the Population Institute of Canada, articulates that feeling well in what could become a theme song for all of us---the Bulldozer Blues. It is about sprawl in Ottawa, but actually, it is about sprawl everywhere.

Orstrali-bloody-a by Walter Grahame

A political poem by Walter Grahame in the fine old Australian tradition.
"Sure, we are girt by sea and girt by c02 and girt by bloody methane to put into the brew.
We're girt by politicians who won't de bloody bate that overpopulation will be our terminal fate
We've species loss, degraded soils and environmental squalor, and bloody blind self serving bastards in it for a dollar!"

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