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Alison Cassidy
Alison Cassidy
(6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)
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The urge to create is universal. As a yoga teacher, I have been tapping into this universal source for more than twenty years and as an actor, since the tender age of five.
In May 2006 I wrote my first poem, inspired, I suppose, by the same spirit that has driven my yoga and creative dance classes for so many years. Experience is slowly teaching me about the technique of writing poetry and giving me the confidence to experiment with different forms, but the initial creative springboard has never changed and continues to fill me with awe.
I feel humbled when I read comments on my work and excited when I am able to offer the occasional insightful one on other ... more »
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Alison Cassidy Poems
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... more »
A Pocketful Of Sympathy
A pocketful of sympathy
Is really rather wonderful
To stop a scratch from stinging
Or a bruise from black and bluing... more »
My First Orgasm
it wasn't
for want
of regular experimenting,
but somehow... more »
A Moisty Under Milkwood Morning
On this moisty Under Milkwood morning
I walked buoyantly,
briskly
through late summer bush.... more »
A Son Is Born
I place the peonies on the windowsill -
a perfect present for the new mum,
flushed and furry-eyed on the unmade bed.... more »
I Love Red
RED balloon
floating through frames
of Thirties celluloid... more »
! ! Mother's Last Mothers Day
And on that last Mothers Day,
when the birch leaves
fluttered pale gold,
and the magpies chortled... more »
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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 ...
I will boldly confront him.
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Discusting poem about such a clever lady, how dare you mention her religion like that, you wouldn't say that if she was catholic, you should be ashamed of yourself
As many of your poems as I have read, I
have but three words...you never dissapoint.
Hello Allie! ! ! !
I will say.. I fell love in love with Allie, the frist time she sent me hearts... then i read her poems, filled with life, i mean characters are so alive! ! ! i fell in love with her poems... more than that i fell in love with the characters in poems! ! ! ! Her poems reflect what a great, lovely, sweet, person Allison Cassidy is! ! ! ! wish you every happiness.. Real life is very beautiful when i see people like you! ! ! !
with lots of love
shan
RE: A Practical Kind of Loving
This poem is a kiss on the cheek and a punch in the gut!
Practical Love...is the kind that hurts the most.
For in its subtex there could be thousands of
reasons for this 'hold you distance love'.
Many times it happens during sickness. The partner
who is the caretaker, uses this as a defense.
Fear...sadness all the things the take ones
confidence enter ones fragile mind.
Practical Love...I hope no one in my life feels
that the type of love I need.
Alison...I have read much of your work
and have nothing but praise for you.
You seem to write with your heart whos
pen was dipped inot your soul.
Your a credit to this site and any
other.
I have read some of your poems which all go to show that you are a keen observer of happenings around you, and have the ability to convert your observations into poems with extraordinary ease, in an attractive manner!
Crikey, and I thought I had recorded my admiration for Alison's work on her 'Front Page' - I note now that I must have been too busy sending her congratulatory messages to 'get around to it'. I admire Allie's poetry; it is written effortlessly, with patent honesty and palpable sincerity. She makes you feel good. There is always cause to say something nice about it. Damn, she's a great poet & a great Aussie. On ya Gal! Rgds, Ivan
I add further to my previous comment on Allie. It takes the most special person in the world to write such a comment on another (her beloved partner, Jerry, currently going through hell.... but perhaps not as much hell as Allie is) :
'Jerry Hughes is the bravest man I've met. I know, because I've been sitting by his bedside for what seems like forever watching him. I've witnessed his terror on the morning of surgery, his slowly dawning realization that half of him was missing, his agonizing, perplexing and always frustrating journey through the glitches of post ICU and his abiding determination that he's going to 'come back' from it all. I am privileged to be able to keep his bed warm while he's in rehab and I look forward for however long it takes to having him home with his family at Craig Avenue. ' And then expressing simple, pure love.
Allie, my admiration and love for you as person and poet know no bounds. t x
A verbal portrait artist of the highest order. She writes of those close to her with affection, compassion and a keen sense of observation. Her devotion to animals, particularly her beloved peacocks, are must reading for all who celebrate our fellow earthly inhabitants.
Good to find you, friend, His beauty shines in your words, your poems. Be well, Phillip