Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

Alison Cassidy Poems

81. Saving The Wedgies 11/19/2006
82. Sans Leaves (Haiku) 5/31/2009
83. Salt Of The Earth 4/8/2009
84. Sadie Sits 4/5/2009
85. Sad Is Stupid 10/5/2006
86. Rows Of Eager Faces 2/14/2009
87. Rosalyn Tureck Plays Bach 6/29/2006
88. Richter Plays Beethoven 10/14/2006
89. Revisiting Walhalla - Valley Of The Gods 6/15/2007
90. Remembering Bill 7/6/2006
91. Remembering Amita 3/31/2007
92. Release 7/18/2006
93. Recollections Of My Father 5/18/2007
94. Poor Old Joe 4/9/2007
95. Poor Old Autumn 4/19/2008
96. Pooh Bear And Cr Discuss Listening* 3/30/2008
97. Political Storm 6/30/2007
98. Poemhunter 9/8/2006
99. Piglet - For Marion 10/25/2008
100. Peacock Story 9 - Joy Of Joys 3/24/2008
101. Peacock Story 7 - Interrupted Courtship 9/21/2007
102. Peacock Story 6 - Confrontation Witnessed Through The Kitchen Window 7/20/2007
103. Peacock Story 5 - Poor Little Miss P. 4/12/2007
104. Peacock Story 2 - Pretty Miss P 12/20/2006
105. Peacock Story 11 - Priscilla Queen Of Peacocks 10/4/2008
106. Peacock Story 10 - Oh Pretty Peacock 11/22/2008
107. Peacock Story 1 - Mr. P 6/24/2006
108. Peacock Story 8 - A Sad Poem 12/19/2007
109. Peacock Story - 7 Peacock Indifference 6/8/2007
110. Peacock Story - 12 Love Blossoms On A Spring Morning 9/17/2008
111. Painted Pollution 9/19/2006
112. On The School Bus 2/10/2008
113. On The Death Of A Child - For Tara 12/16/2006
114. Olfactory Memories 12/26/2006
115. Oistrakh Plays Bartok 7/18/2006
116. Ode To Ella - A Little Doggerel 6/1/2006
117. Non Je Ne Regrette Rien 8/20/2007
118. Noisy Still Life 1/7/2007
119. Nodding Greenhoods 2/27/2009
120. No Trouble At All 6/20/2009
Best Poem of Alison Cassidy

Wild Geese By Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world ...

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Smokers

Mrs. T
twelve inch holder
shiny nails
arched eyebrows
smoky voice
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