Our Poems

Lennie’s response to the earthquake:   I am still shaking, with, my legs glued to ground An earthquake came, with rumbling sound It threatened my house, my life and my sleep It was more than I could bear and I will certainly keep Locked away in case, it comes again Keeping me on edge, if…

Then I heard about John Cranmer’s possum. He’s one is down to earth those blokes who will tell you as it is whether you like it or not and a loveable rogue. He lives in John Cranmer’s garage rolla-door and clunks around over the roof like as though (he’s) wearing iron hob-nail boots. THE possum…

From Lennie´s diary-  FRIDAY 17TH I looked at Mr Robert, and he seemed rather tired Maybe he could stop and be inspired For he works too hard at his advancing old age And refused to see that he could be a sage If he followed my wisdom from earth below   Give time to play…

Robert’s cousin heard about me and sent me this poem about lizards. I am so glad that other people are getting inspired.   Oh; how I long to be a lizard, with his fine and silvery scales Protecting me from humans and all that entails A shelter from the cold and those wintry storms From…

Lennie (the Lizzard) is keeping a diary, and occasionally shares a little of his diary with me.  Some of it is private and in lizard speak, too deep for my understanding. He began by sharing this entry from this Tuesday 14th September:   I heard the husband say to his wife This covid lockdown is full…

Any able ace Can create space Between a rock And a hard place But it takes a wizard To free a lizard Randall Kent   Lennie the Lizard has begun to be recognized. He is a shy creature, but theologically adept as his prayer illustrates:   Divine mother, The one beyond all-knowing and my lizard…

I know when it’s spring when the reptiles creep The lizard emerges from its long winter sleep Sliding and slithering in its reptilian groove. It finds its place in this seasonal juve Then scurrying away when I go too near Hearing my boots it runs in fear.   I know it’s spring when the magpie’s…

Come quick, yelled Jill I heard the stress in her voice and felt a chill Creep down my spine to the floor below A sudden jolt to my morning flow. The lizard’s stuck and cannot move Stuck between a rock and its usual groove It looked sad, as if almost dead So much so, it…

What do you think, in this corona threat? Cardboard cut-outs are placed on the seat An instant crowd, for a football elite, We see our face in this special meet To cheer on the players as they engage in their feats. Could we see our Churches, in the people race? Where Cardboard parishioners are given…

The unexpected always happens in the way The unexpected has always occurred: While we are doing something else, While we are thinking of altogether Different things — matters that events Then show to be every bit as unimportant As our human concerns so often are; And then, with the unexpected upon us, We look at…

It feels like such a long time ago now Since we learned to pronounce names like Hubei and Wuhan They also seemed so far away And in a very remote kind of the way we watched the numbers grow The number of cases The number of deaths Busy streets strangely empty It was all happening…

I heard a Wattle bird today ‘It’s time to go’ she seemed to say Another joined her gentle song I think it was a Currawong Parrots, Magpies, on the wire Joined the song – we had a choir Feathered friends within the trees Set their songs upon the breeze. The Wattle bird – alone no…

This is my response to Sunday’s excellent service in which David Pargeter explored what it might mean to take the injunction of Matthew 25 seriously: 37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a…

Author: Robert Hoskin The poem helped to form the basis of our church service on 29 April 2018 on the theme of discomfort. I came across an upturned car at old Mowanjum Very old car rusting in the sun A reminder of a time when a people on the run A people upturned, a people…