Patrick Dennis

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Patrick Dennis Poems

1. Reminiscence 1/24/2014
2. Epitaph To My Father 1/25/2014
3. Owl Hooked 1/25/2014
4. The Sage 1/25/2014
5. Monsoons '54 1/25/2014
6. We Are Here 1/25/2014
7. The Rector 1/25/2014
8. Jubilee Prayer 2000 (Australian Version) 1/25/2014
9. Untitled 1 1/25/2014
10. Outside The Library 1/25/2014
11. The Party 1/25/2014
12. Grazing Tradition 1/25/2014
13. Symbols 1/25/2014
14. Ink (Or Symptomatology Of A Poet) 1/25/2014
15. The Old Station 1/26/2014
16. Nothing Special 1/26/2014
17. Space 1/26/2014
18. Dead Horse Corner 1/28/2014
19. Christmas 1/28/2014
20. Drought 1/30/2014
21. Wickham Park 6am 2/8/2014
22. Terror 2/8/2014
23. Modern Poetry 2/8/2014
24. Fides Australis 2/8/2014
25. Ineffable 2/8/2014
26. A Gift 2/11/2014
27. Things You Can'T Say In Poetry 2/11/2014
28. Modern Poets 2/11/2014
29. Purpose 2/11/2014
30. First Love 2/11/2014
31. Trapped Dingo 2/14/2014
32. Freedom 2/14/2014
33. Requiem For New York 2/14/2014
34. Words 2/17/2014
35. Why I Don'T Like Poetry 2/17/2014
36. Fire Song 2/17/2014
37. Composting 1/26/2014
38. Untitled 2 1/26/2014
39. Light & Colour 1/26/2014
40. The Long Lever 1/26/2014
Best Poem of Patrick Dennis

Kookaburra

Down from the trees, a Kookaburra,
tempted by the throwdown of meat, descends,
hops, chuckles and gobbles; and bounces back.

I want to give him something of myself;
I want to rapport with him.
But to him I am only a voice calling for meat.

Funny that a family-man who, as I,
marries till death do him part
and plots and toils for his young
seems to know me not.

But over across the creek
where he lives beyond such cloy and smack
we meet by-and-by when his belly laugh
brass-clangs the forest.

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The Plain

I have seen snowcapped mountains and pristine fields
adorned with the blush and hues of Heaven;
but I live here on this arid plain
stretched four ways to infinity.
Here there is no beauty

save which is drawn from first light and the rising sun;
from noontide and harmony of crows;
from sundown, soft gloom of dusk,

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