Poetry: index of first lines
Sonnets by F.J.A. (John) Pockley
- Wide deserts of my land reflect my brain
- The life-lorn dingo's sadly haunting calls
- This spot is sand and stunted mulga scrub
- The pure achievement of the aging mind
- In almost every place I make my camp
- One perfect, windless, starlit, moonless night
- Bright stars outined celestial city streets
- My camel sways along in sullen grief
- One afternoon near Lightning Ridge in May
- A desert tends to clarify all thought
- I am a man of wisdom and no god
- When Eliot told about the gifts of age
- The Olgas are Australia's heart and mind
- The constellations arch across the sky
- Most men who live in cities see few stars
- November! And our gift returns again
- No scale of size, or time, or distance holds
- Indeed; I failed at everything I did
- Sydney's Nor-Easter likes to sleep in late
Sonnets by S.C.N. (Simon) Pockley
- Lamplit I work in the shoals of the night
- Like a host who is waiting for his uninvited guest
- This afternoon I'm taking my son for a Yarra walk
- We've emptied trucks and trailers, unloaded graoning vans
- Move in closer please, this device is locally made
- We are loaded through a shute into this commuter flight
- Wished away in a taxi reeking
- This morning the council dumped big bins
- There must be something wrong with me
- Twenty thousand dawns
- My home this christmas