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Poetry, Australasia, Australia
By Maurice Fairfield.
There's a whisper and it's rising to a mutter
There's a mutter and it's growing to a growl
And the growl is getting louder
And the one's who chant it prouder
And the growl is building up into a howl
And the howl is one of rage
And it's written on the page
Of the faces of the people
Who are marching in the street
And the rhythm of the tramping
of a million marching feet
And the beat that they are stamping
Is "Howard can be beat."
You'll here it from the mothers and the babies
You'll hear it from the oldies and the kids.
And every teenage boozer as she sinks her Vodka cruiser
Knows that Howard is a loser and that Howard's on the skids.
That bright amusing fellow
Who we know as Pete Costello
Has the measure of his master
And his heart is beating faster
As he hears the voters yawning
And he feels his day is dawning
He feels the moment coming that will make his life complete
"We did but see him passing by". Howard can be beat.

Copyright © Maurice Fairfield 2004


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Australasia, Australia, Poetry - Somebody and Pictures
at an Auction By Maurice Fairfield.
Somebody sentenced me to life some time ago.
For something I can't remember doing.
Now as my sentence dwindles to its close,
Freedom no longer pulls me as it did.
My cell though cramped, is cosy,
And the meals arrive on time.
Also, I have grown used to them.
I have some cell-mates.

Europe, UK, Poetry - A PORTRAIT OF MY LOVE
By David Burt.
I preserve her beautiful countenance
In the recesses of my mind
A fairer, sweeter, kinder face
I know I shall not find.
I jealously guard that flimsy image
With the very being of my life
And draw comfort as I gaze inwardly
At that picture of my wife.

Europe, UK, Poetry - To One Far Away by David Burt.
May these words of mine reach out to you
And rekindle memories we both shared
May they reflect the consuming thought
Of a love, we long ago declared.
May the spark of my undying passion
Underline these things I have to say,
Oh how I wish you were in my arms
Instead of being far away.

Asia, Iraq, Poetry - My Beloved Country
By Michelle Dee.
A state of emergency has been announced
just like those years before
Ever since they invaded and started
this bloody war.
Nazim my lover I lost him,
when they blew him up,

Europe, UK, Poetry - AMOR VINCIT O By Carol Coiffait
Over the greasy cobbles of their youth
at night, they sometimes risk it; arm
in arm and slow as spring-time
seeking out the truth, the depth
of friendship in the nearest bars.
But once a week, on pension day
never mind the weather, they lock

Europe, UK, Poetry - Poem For November By Carol Coiffait
In 1914
Austria declared war on Serbia
Germany declared war on Russia
Germany declared war on France
Germany declared war on Belgium
Great Britain and therefore Canada, India,
Australia, New Zealand, South Africa & Newfoundland

Africa, Poetry - Mosi Oa Tunya
by Michelle Dee Clark
Smoke that thunders, masking the coming storm
Young men of Chinoyi disappear
Men and women tortured for telling the truth
Tyrannical regime, that's what they fear
And who, are they?

North America, Poetry - Guantanamo
by Lee Cassanell
The Lord is my Shepherd
And I am his Sheep

He keeps me in Chains
And he watches me sleep


Europe, UK, Poetry - Mermaid By Carol Coiffait
She swam beyond the realms of possibility
Lazed her days away in chilly pride
With such utter equanimity, that the North
Wind blew her back into hot water.
Well, she was her Mother's daughter
In a Pacific, non-specific sort of way
And she craved the lick of an ice-berg

Europe, UK, Poetry - Shingle Street By Carol Coiffait
Of course the waves help
She uses them for lift-off.
Out, past where they break
She waits for the seventh one
See, it's bigger than all the rest.
She leaps astride her boneless horse
And it lifts and flings her beach wards.

Europe, UK, Poetry - SINGING THE SPRING By Carol Coiffait
Be quick, be quick, be quick.
The thrush in May has no time for sorrow.
It sings in the wind on the only tree
left clinging to the ruined cliff.
Hawthorn, briar and furze,
salt-bitten grass, have all let go to slide
beach wards- whole allotments

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