Frogs I’ve been a frog man for most of my life, which is why I’m single, and haven’t a wife, as, though many women enjoy a good romp, it’s tricky to coax them out into a swamp.

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The frog does not jump in the daytime without reason (Nigeria).


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fotos – frog in ulmarra jan 2010

How can a donkey know what saffron is? Saffron is one of the most delicate and expensive seasonings. It is used to flavour rice. Expression refers to people’s stupidity.

Azerbaijan International

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“I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.”

Hamlin Garland.

foto – new baby 2010

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you. Proverb, Maori.

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trough slits in the sky

sun drops liquid amber

into the parched mouth           

of earth

Poems by Lidija Šimkutė
(born 1942)


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foto – clarence river at ulmarra on sunset new year 2010

Bhagavad-gita, "puppets in a play of shadows – whirling them onwards on a stream of time"


Unlike puppets we have the possibility of stopping in our movements, looking up and perceiving the machinery by which we have been moved. In this act lies the first steps towards freedom.
Peter Berger Sociologist


foto – clown from the rathgar opshop ulmarra 2009

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Street Puppet
In the middle of Swanston Street
in wires of rain, cross-walk lights,
a puppet skips over puddles.
In a cache of strings, a jiggled turn, a rise of torso.
The wooden man is small, barefoot, slightly
hidden under quivering shadows. The puppeteer
assures him there is no danger, as he guides
his puppet through the sidewalk crush,
lifting his blue tattoos to the sky.

“Me bleach hard lass night", I partied straight through the night. Jamaica.

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Metho Drinker


Under the death of winter’s leaves he lies
who cried to Nothing and the terrible night
to be his home and bread. "O take from me
the weight and waterfall ceaseless Time
that batters down my weakness; the knives of light
whose thrust I cannot turn; the cruelty
of human eyes that dare not touch nor pity."
Under the worn leaves of the winter city
safe in the house of Nothing now he lies.

His white and burning girl, his woman of fire,
creeps to his heart and sets a candle there
to melt away the flesh that hides from bone,
to eat the nerve that tethers him in time.
He will lie warm until the bone is bare
and on a dead dark moon he wakes alone.
It was for Death he took her; death is but this;
and yet he is uneasy under her kiss
and winces from that acid of her desire.


foto – new years blue moon 2010

Those who do not study are only cattle dressed in men’s clothes. Chinese Proverb.

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Rain from Nowhere

Well he cried and laughed and shook his head then put the truck in gear,
Shut his eyes and hugged his dad in a vision that was clear,
Dropped the cattle at the yards, put the truck away
Filled the troughs the best he could and fed his last ten bales of hay.
Then he strode towards the homestead, shoulders back and head held high,
He still knew the road was tough but there was purpose in his eye.



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Welcome to the Discuss Depression and Mental Illness.

foto – ulmarra paddock new year’s eve 2009/10

My days burn with the sun my nights with moon and star, since into myself I took all the living things that are. Judith Wright.



There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.


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fotos – moon in ulmarra dec 09.

widening each day the winter river rushes over hidden rocks if you asked me to return I could no longer cross it – Moonset 2, 2005. Beverley George.

Simply Haiku: A Quarterly Journal of Japanese Short Form Poetry

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God saves the moon from the wolves. French.


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foto – new year blue moon 2010

Promises are like the full moon: if they are not kept at once they diminish day by day. German.

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I starred that night, I shone:
I was footwork and firework in one,
a rocket that wriggled up and shot
darkness with a parasol of brilliants
and a peewee descant on a flung bit

les murray


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foto – blue moon new year 2010

while the dark flanks tic and shudder a collective dream of the herd. Something in me envies their stillness waiting for the simultaneous moment when they will lower their heads in the frost’s silence and kiss the ground.

FROM The Stillness of Cows

Mark O’Flynn

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Milk the cow, but do not pull off the udder.  Greek.

from Quote Garden

foto – ulmarra cows dec 09