Alison Cassidy

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

Alison Cassidy Poems

81. Saving The Wedgies 11/19/2006
82. Tonsillectomy Circa 1950 2/16/2007
83. Gentleman Jim 4/5/2007
84. Georgie 5/11/2007
85. Miss Jones 7/12/2007
86. Peacock Story 7 - Interrupted Courtship 9/21/2007
87. Slicing The Beans 5/12/2007
88. Political Storm 6/30/2007
89. Silent Commuters 3/2/2007
90. Two Sides Of An Unresolved Argument 9/10/2006
91. The Old Grey Mare* 5/26/2006
92. Arachnological Persistence 11/4/2007
93. Helen Mirren Was Elizabeth 12/26/2006
94. Night Child 2/21/2009
95. Jerry's Journey - Independence Is Coming 8/17/2008
96. After The Stroke 8/30/2008
97. The Aftermath 1/13/2007
98. Snapshots Of Walhalla 1950 - 1960 12/28/2006
99. Your Hands 6/2/2006
100. My Father's Feet 6/7/2006
101. Jerry's Journey - Aboard The Diagnostic Train 5/7/2008
102. ! ! Hand-Fed 12/31/2009
103. For Jerry Hughes 6/18/2006
104. The Two Of Us 11/6/2006
105. With This Ring 12/8/2006
106. The Tears Of Things* 11/11/2006
107. The Challenge Of Change 10/17/2008
108. For George With Thanks 8/16/2006
109. Remembering Bill 7/6/2006
110. Timelessness - (Haiku) 1/13/2008
111. Sweet Sixteen 1/17/2008
112. Autumn Relaxation 5/4/2007
113. Peacock Story 6 - Confrontation Witnessed Through The Kitchen Window 7/20/2007
114. Anne's Kookaburra 10/22/2006
115. A Birthday Poem For Keppel 9/1/2006
116. ! ! Roadworker With Sign 12/27/2009
117. Urban Charity 2/29/2008
118. The Final Curtain 8/30/2006
119. The Gossips 9/30/2007
120. The Letter 8/24/2007

Comments about Alison Cassidy

  • Raveendran . (9/30/2007 2:50:00 AM)

    An excellent poet, who is able go deep into the core of experiences and present them beautifully, whose critical insight matches the creative acumen and who shows through her poems and comments that she sincerely believes in ‘vasudhaiva kutumbakam’.

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  • gone gone (5/8/2007 8:47:00 PM)

    Allie is a fine poetess and a lovely human being.....the love IS Allie....

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  • glen still (10/25/2006 4:26:00 AM)

    ALISON..REALLY LIKE YOUR WORK..I ESPECIALLY LIKED ! Sad is Stupid... U caught that dysfunctional complex head on... would u read a recent post of mine and let me know what u think: MySpace is the title..

    peace always...


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  • Tara very irritated with PH injustice (9/14/2006 4:59:00 AM)

    Allie is everything one might wish for but rarely finds in a poet. Abundant wisdom, vivacity, the capacity to diversify, imagination... a unique talent to engage the reader, drawing him or her right in. And one hell of a fine woman to boot. Without prejudice to her uniquely finely penned pieces, I adore this woman.
    One reservation: she does not write enough... :) t x

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  • Michael Shepherd (9/12/2006 1:26:00 PM)

    Welcome to one of the most beautiful collections of poems on this site by one of the most beautiful souls on this site. Grace abounding.

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  • Jerry Hughes (6/30/2006 12:43:00 AM)

    Not only are you welcome on this site, your empathy with the subject matter will enhance this illusionary, sometimes unbright star to brighten up a bit. Heavens to Murgatroid it needed to, desperately...

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Best Poem of Alison Cassidy

A Moisty Under Milkwood Morning

On this moisty Under Milkwood morning
I walked buoyantly,
through late summer bush.

Recent rain
had settled the dry
and grateful leaves

On the uphill side,
the aged eucalypts
stood sombre
and wallaby grey -
untouched by last year's furnace.

On the downhill side,
hollowed ghosts
leafless and barren,
to their god, the sun.

While bold young saplings
black and supple thin,
sprouted epicormic
new green
as if to say
I am
I am.

A chorus of ...

Read the full of A Moisty Under Milkwood Morning

The Old Grey Mare*

She was resourceful, my mother,
she'd been an old grey mare* after all
during the second world war.
'You'd need a face like horse '
she used to say,
'not to find someone.'

After the war, when the magpies dived
during the Spring, she found