Category Archives: Poets Corner

Laddie Come Home

Posted on January 30, 2012 by

For days, it seems, we’ve lost our dog We wander round in hazy fog Our fear, it seems, – he’s run away He’s spat the bone, No more Dog play. We wouldn’t give him up for quids Sad old Crikey … Continue reading →

Posted in Mike Jones, Poets Corner | Tagged | 8 Comments

Who’s a clever boy, then ? Gooboy !

Posted on December 15, 2011 by

Best in Show We have the greatest Moon Dog on Earth He fills bleak days with riot and mirth He never rolls over or has to beg Just pisses on the bastards’ leg. And in return gets pats on head … Continue reading →

Posted in Mike Jones, Poets Corner, Politics in the Pig's Arms | Tagged | 2 Comments

The Horse*

Posted on October 23, 2010 by

By Christina Binning Wilson (aka Sandshoe) I have dreams to tell and you would have me quiet demureness your necessity I have dreams to sell and you would tell me chastity. Be still. There is a horse. It is in … Continue reading →

Posted in Poets Corner, Sandshoe | Tagged | 23 Comments

Fable in Black (and White)

Posted on July 5, 2010 by

By  Sean O ‘ Something of the Irish Kiss Tribute Band Submitted by Ern Malley’s Cat Back when not everything was as it is now, there was a band of four black and white birds. Butcherbird, Magpie, Currawong and Crow. … Continue reading →

Posted in Poets Corner, The Public Bar | Tagged , , , | 5 Comments

Letter to a Far Away Lover

Posted on April 28, 2010 by

The Pig’s Arms welcomes Miss Nom de Plume Am I in your arms – at least in your imagination? Are your fingers undoing my buttons as your lips caress my neck? Can you feel my hands under your shirt – … Continue reading →

Posted in Poets Corner | 20 Comments

Growing Pains

Posted on February 12, 2010 by

The owner of the second factory and wooden leg had a curious way of dealing with others. His mouth did not just contain a fag with brown spittle leaking, but mouth was also set permanently at twenty past eight o’clock … Continue reading →

Posted in Gerard Oosterman, Poets Corner, The Public Bar | 13 Comments

Cognac, even after Death. (there is hope)

Posted on January 20, 2010 by

A mysterious visitor who each year leaves roses and cognac on Edgar Allen Poe’s tomb in Baltimore, Maryland, has missed his rendezvous for the first time in 61 years, the Poe Society said. “He did not show up this morning,” … Continue reading →

Posted in Poets Corner | 8 Comments

Westfield Lovesong

Posted on November 24, 2009 by

Let us leave then, you and I where the suburbs stretch out like pizza pie and by the mall the women come and go talking of woolworths and bi-lo the maclaren prams that through the streets flow like a tedious … Continue reading →

Posted in Poets Corner | 3 Comments

Australia’s Poet Laureate hands over the baggy green (as promised on Unleashed)

Posted on July 30, 2009 by

We don’t know if she’s going to turn up, but here in the Window Dressers Arms Pig and Whistle (affectionately known as the Pig’s Arms) this evening Australia’s Poet Laureate is handing over the baggy green to VoR of the … Continue reading →

Posted in Ladies Lounge, Poets Corner | 58 Comments

To Guy the Gorilla (In Memoriam)

Posted on July 23, 2009 by

Guy was a good gorilla, Huge and strong and proud His chest-pounding was magnificent, His roar extremely loud… By day they’d roam the forest, The wives, the kids and he And all about was verdant, Green and pure and free … Continue reading →

Posted in Poets Corner, The Mens | 36 Comments