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Haiku Truth and Irony
take note religions humanists don’t create wars we believe in love science vilified hysteria on the loose dystopian hell lights flashing in sky comment section goes crazy aliens landed monsters murder kids pure evil allowed to reign world watches on phones heat dome activates human’s pulling the lever no conspiracy…
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Rainforest Dweller
Pademelon at Mary Cairncross Reserve I am in the forest, but I am not. I have merged into its undergrowth heart. I feel my roots dig into the soft, moist earth. I am drowning in the sweet earthy aroma of leaf litter. A pademelon sniffs at my hair as leaves…
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Fight of a Tiger
No one believes tigers can be afraid they don’t understand how much effort it takes to pretend to stand fierce between poles of lightning lightning so close, it makes the ground unsteady as winds of such force whip them down thundering… “cower to my will.” nor would they believe that…
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Stones in My Pocket
A melancholy stone rests deep lodged between regret and a smile for another day it holds me in a breath taken before entering water ensuring my truth is silent just another stone smoothed over and tucked safely inside my pocket © 2026 Dianne Gardner
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Thoughts at 3am
3am is the optimal time of day. The hour before wakefulness. Unless like me you are awake savouring the quiet stillness before the first hum of a vehicle presses its tyres upon the road. Before the first trumpet of honeyeaters heralds a hint of light in the east. It is…
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Less than a Cup of Coffee
As you sip your cup of coffee this morning Realise it cost less than that cup of coffee To snuff out a strong majestic life yesterday To pull down a paragon of strength for others To instil fear among a mass of innocents As you cup the warmth of that…
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Perspective in Thirds
If I could light horizons bright against that blue air to orange not packed like sardines requiring somewhere to be where the heaviness of skies do not lean on me bending me in directions I fight against like black stone I once caressed a delicate head of heather longing to…
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A Bridge Crossing
“Clarrie this is the last time I’m coming to speak to you. I’ve got another letter of request, move that tractor or we will have to do this the hard way.” Clarrie laughed, “ya said that last time ya was here.” It was clear Clarrie wasn’t budging, he had their…
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Nothing Like Crows
The crow in the carpark with a broken wing, scavenging like a homeless person everyone ignores caused an ache helplessness like I’d hold your wing if…if you wouldn’t fight me and hurt more it tossed a paper around with its beak rubbing it into the ground, prying it open for…
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Pale Headed Rosella
Pale Headed Rosella: Oakey Queensland A bright yellow swoop cher-reeping between us just over the white of my westie’s coat I felt the swish of air, his blue wings spliced as he past spun in a rainbow flash I turned to see his red rump swirl into a black tunnel…
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