Creative Corner 4
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When the family chain is broken,
and loved ones forced to part,
It leaves behind an empty space,
and many broken hearts,
our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems quite the same,
but God will call us one by one
and link us all again
Alin Giblett WA
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If one day you feel like crying...
Call me.
I don't promise that I will make you laugh,
But I can cry with you.
If one day you want to run away--
Don't be afraid to call me.
I don't promise to ask you to stop...
But I can run with you.
If one day you don't want to listen to anyone...
Call me.
I promise to be there for you.
And I promise to be very quiet.
But if one day you call...
And there is no answer...
Come fast to see me.
Perhaps I need you.
Cassandra Carn VIC
I'LL PUSH YOUR LOVE AWAY
When Saturn Rules the Heaven
And darkness starts the day,
When the moon is made of cardboard
And the stars are made of Clay,
When roses bloom in winter
And fairies come to dance,
When nations won't start wars
When they get the chance,
So when all this and more will happen
Shall be my dying day,
For this will be the only time
I'll push your love away.
Danielle Hall QLD
Peeping Tom?
Whoever said the peeper was "Tom?" I refined the art of peeping to perfection when I was 10. Somehow swinging upside down on the clothesline and dancing to Madonna simply wasn't enough. Time was spent pressed up against fences, the back one which was particularly good because each piece of wood was far away from the other - just enough space for my eyeball. I never talked to him. His name was Danny and he was a pale, skinny version of a golliwog. He sat on the table next to mine, at school, and I don't think anyone really talked to him. All I remember is curly hair, downcast eyes, socks, sandals and a mustard jumper. But, in private, I could see a white house, with a screen door. Six kids, from nappies to designer jeans, rabbits and chickens. Eggs and chickens.
I don't remember hearing him speak behind that fence either. There were baby cries and teenage yelling and the sound of the screen door. The metal creaked as it wrenched open and made the sound of metal hitting metal as it shut. However, there were limits to the periphery of my vision and my eyes were stuck to a patch of dirt, most of the time, waiting for someone to collect eggs. That house has come to epitomize metal in my mind, just as the six Danny's stand in my memory as perpetual egg collectors.
But there comes a time when the party ends, and the hens aren't laying and I had to move on. I learned to walk up and down my driveway in rollerskates, nearly breaking my tailbone more than once, Madonna and Mariah were overpowered - no one could surpass MY talent at dancing and singing, with the innovative, ingenious budget microphone of an aboriginal clapstick - and I rediscovered my clothesline.
Maybe Buffy, the Vampire Slayer could do cartwheels and highkicks but I could swing around and around on the old hillshoist. It was only after the clothesline developed a strange "Leaning Tower of Pisa" characteristic (which had NOTHING to do with me, of course) and upside down my fingers could touch the ground beneath me, that I graduated. I swung my legs up onto one of the frames outreaching poles and pulled myself up. It was then that I realized something. From the top of my clothesline I could see everything. I then rediscovered the art of spying - in a much more vast area - until I left John Street and moved on.
Hansni Bhagani NSW
When the family chain is broken,
and loved ones forced to part,
It leaves behind an empty space,
and many broken hearts,
our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems quite the same,
but God will call us one by one
and link us all again
Alin Giblett WA
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If one day you feel like crying...
Call me.
I don't promise that I will make you laugh,
But I can cry with you.
If one day you want to run away--
Don't be afraid to call me.
I don't promise to ask you to stop...
But I can run with you.
If one day you don't want to listen to anyone...
Call me.
I promise to be there for you.
And I promise to be very quiet.
But if one day you call...
And there is no answer...
Come fast to see me.
Perhaps I need you.
Cassandra Carn VIC
I'LL PUSH YOUR LOVE AWAY
When Saturn Rules the Heaven
And darkness starts the day,
When the moon is made of cardboard
And the stars are made of Clay,
When roses bloom in winter
And fairies come to dance,
When nations won't start wars
When they get the chance,
So when all this and more will happen
Shall be my dying day,
For this will be the only time
I'll push your love away.
Danielle Hall QLD
Peeping Tom?
Whoever said the peeper was "Tom?" I refined the art of peeping to perfection when I was 10. Somehow swinging upside down on the clothesline and dancing to Madonna simply wasn't enough. Time was spent pressed up against fences, the back one which was particularly good because each piece of wood was far away from the other - just enough space for my eyeball. I never talked to him. His name was Danny and he was a pale, skinny version of a golliwog. He sat on the table next to mine, at school, and I don't think anyone really talked to him. All I remember is curly hair, downcast eyes, socks, sandals and a mustard jumper. But, in private, I could see a white house, with a screen door. Six kids, from nappies to designer jeans, rabbits and chickens. Eggs and chickens.
I don't remember hearing him speak behind that fence either. There were baby cries and teenage yelling and the sound of the screen door. The metal creaked as it wrenched open and made the sound of metal hitting metal as it shut. However, there were limits to the periphery of my vision and my eyes were stuck to a patch of dirt, most of the time, waiting for someone to collect eggs. That house has come to epitomize metal in my mind, just as the six Danny's stand in my memory as perpetual egg collectors.
But there comes a time when the party ends, and the hens aren't laying and I had to move on. I learned to walk up and down my driveway in rollerskates, nearly breaking my tailbone more than once, Madonna and Mariah were overpowered - no one could surpass MY talent at dancing and singing, with the innovative, ingenious budget microphone of an aboriginal clapstick - and I rediscovered my clothesline.
Maybe Buffy, the Vampire Slayer could do cartwheels and highkicks but I could swing around and around on the old hillshoist. It was only after the clothesline developed a strange "Leaning Tower of Pisa" characteristic (which had NOTHING to do with me, of course) and upside down my fingers could touch the ground beneath me, that I graduated. I swung my legs up onto one of the frames outreaching poles and pulled myself up. It was then that I realized something. From the top of my clothesline I could see everything. I then rediscovered the art of spying - in a much more vast area - until I left John Street and moved on.
Hansni Bhagani NSW
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