Writing

No head for business

By Denise Carruthers / 28th January, 2018

once upon a time, in the not so long ago there was a headless boy He tried so hard to get ahead he rang the boss who said, “Come in…

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Matters

By Denise Carruthers / 21st January, 2018

It wasn’t just a matter  of the shatter of the skies   but the way that she was weeping She was steeped and stooped  and keeping, quiet By the stream…

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The strike of a match

By Denise Carruthers / 20th January, 2018

Where are you. my love I’m forever wondering Think of you and time takes me into the furthering of doubt That taunts my mind the trauma of possibilities of whatever…

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Mouth

By Denise Carruthers / 16th January, 2018

Take Gossip Rumor Wickedness Mix malicious Shut mouth Zip it ?

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WhisperingNeds Toads work it

By Denise Carruthers / 15th January, 2018

Cane toads abound in australia rib-bit rib-bit come to work it but they don’t do their job, eradicating beetles Brought to work they’re busy, but not as your’d expect they’re…

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Unfolding conundrum – spoken word

By Denise Carruthers / 11th January, 2018

You want to hear a tale, to fear and to be scared to feel the shivers up and down your spine but with a twist A shroud of mystery Want…

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Winter Sundays

By Denise Carruthers / 9th January, 2018

She is chills & bare bones He has no reason or sense of season Who craves a warmer clime and plays with fire to burn her down Winter sundays his…

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Oh…. ho ho ho – it’s Christmas

By Denise Carruthers / 16th December, 2017

When the Christmas spirit is lost Then lonely souls hang baubles on an empty tree A life unwrapped its gift A hidden joyless misery Not everyone enjoys the festive season…

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Visceral – spoken word

By Denise Carruthers / 11th December, 2017

Of things we are are made – of blood and bone of the tendrils of nerves, a motor within us all it’s revs and runs an engine, but with involuntary…

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Trains and Railways – Spoken word

By Denise Carruthers / 2nd December, 2017

They rode the trains outback they were the jobless, drifters, swagmen seemingly carefree but victims of depression some toiled, some not hard was the lot of the city man gone…

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Play the Game – spoken poetry

By Denise Carruthers / 27th November, 2017

Listen to this Once upon a time before they needed rules Apples withered on the tree Serpents sang upon their limbs Naked being normal, bore no sin Delight was in…

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midnight monsters

By Denise Carruthers / 18th November, 2017

That trick of night The fright of moving shadows Keeping wake to steal the heart Our fingers clutching fear but fear not, t’is only sadness sending dreams Drawing the lady…

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rainbow lorikeet

By Denise Carruthers / 6th November, 2017

Little ones gather round. Warm yourselves by my light Hear a tale told to me, in bits n pieces over time by the Dreamkin memory One day the princess moon…

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By Denise Carruthers / 3rd November, 2017

so she flew with the doves as she had always done This soft and gentle wing, her song her love left behind with hawk and hounds Thrill of embrace, humanity’s…

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By Denise Carruthers / 3rd November, 2017

There will never be another My beloved only you Shimmer to my shame Rings around the everyday Turn my streams to rivers My pond to blue waves roaring Only you…

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By Denise Carruthers / 22nd October, 2017

old man, come hither obey me … this invocation, a summoning I call upon ye father time heed me hear my incantation be unblessed take from me the aged worn…

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By Denise Carruthers / 20th October, 2017

He taste of old books at the library, Stale biscuits and dead leaves Yesterday’s wind. He passed thru my memory, Smoking fumes, acrid and bitter ash. I let him drift…

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estuary – spoken word

By Denise Carruthers / 15th October, 2017

He is an ocean’s estuary She’s fresh, A running river -meeting the brine To froth and folly In that furling gladness She is me and like a pearl His world…

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By Denise Carruthers / 7th October, 2017

My bedroom door You see it closed For reason Both private and personal Its a door you do not open Any signs of disturbance Are pure co-incidence Of no concern…

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wishes and fountains

By Denise Carruthers / 5th October, 2017

Threw coins into fountains Wrote letters in his name Touched a pope’s robe Knelt before a king Still my night is mourning

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