Tag: o’dowd (page 4 of 5)

I am not going to praise your poetry to you
B. O’D.

BUT! you make the leaves & the grasses 
	speak for themselves! great scald of demos 
i am yours! master bending down to meh! 
	like a tree of man your mighty river flows
through days your poems like a dripping
	tap & i a drum that tap must fill! restless
spirits stranded somewhere in the reeds by 
	a riverbank we will walk on my prophet
after you have dunked my head & blessed meh
	made meh drink the brown river water's silt
the fury of our resistance to imperial drones
	master! none shall stand before us (none!
& no danger from our gentle hands (apostles
	walking together our hands brush gently
the grasses rushes our secret lives rising up
	like nations to be counted among the new 
& old this democracy! of our own making!
	bard of wisdom & of long summer days 
in libraries lit by a stained glass sun reading
	your poems arrayed in battle formations
line after line of soldiers' language & orders
	we cannot hear for the rushing sounds of 
rivers finally leaping free of drought (grey
	father of my new religion of men & words
that flow like rivers of milk from she-oak 
	trunks river gums & swarms of pollen bee-
seas & our fingers sticky with that love 
 

	Revered master

	Dear Walt, my beloved master, my friend, 
	my bard my prophet and apostle - 

				Dear Bernard

	My dear master!

Your good, long varied and loving letter 
came yesterday and has been welcome and nourishing to meh. 

			My dear master!	
			I cannot reply properly, 
			we have been treading air since

Dear Bernard O'Dowd (and all the friends) 

		My dear master!

Dear friend Bernard O'Dowd (& dear friends all) 

		My dear master and 
			(may I say?) comrade!

I sh'd like to send you a little pocketbook b'd L of G 
as a present to be used by any of you & maybe handy

	My dear master!

Herewith are copies of my big book 'Complete Works' ...

		Dear friend B. O'D. 

	Well the New Year has come &
it is a dark foggy stormy glum day here - 

As I sit her Jan : 13 rather late at night ...

God bless you all - & see my words at bottom re-affirmed

Evn'g - Well how are you getting along there 
	10,000 miles f'm here - & 'how's all'? 
	(as the black people say down south)

The Last drawn pict: 'at 90' is the truest - 
the London Il.. News one is disagreeable, 
					foxy

	       		My dear master, I have received 
			and heartily thank you for 
			the papers you have sent  ... 

Just a word anyhow while I am waiting for my supper - 

				Master?

B. O’D. to W.W. | W.W. to B. O’D.

revered master


	dear walt, my beloved master, my friend, 
	my bard my prophet and apostle


	    my dear master


			my dear master


		my dear master 



	my dear master and (may I say?) comrade



				my dear master


	       my dear master 

B. O’D.

I am 24, red hair, plain features,
and a little too backward for my own good.
B. O’D.

24yo dawn-red hair western districts oz poet seeks 80ish
NS/SD amerikan dusky-grey hair ex-civil war nurse poet
for inter-continental correspondences & hero worship -   
must heart ozpo philo/sci-fi &/or long walks on beach 
FYI both parents RC father policeman lonely child etc.
must possess GSOH & look good in footy shorts LOL 
should be child & wife friendly (without seeking same
must be cool with I can haz my own space can haz OK
genuine mature aged gentleman preferred pets OK &
must be familiar with works of H.K., A.L.G. & A.(B).P.
curvy grey-blonde fit uncut or straight-acting free verse 
poet preferred prose writer also OK must also be DTE	
NO BUSH POETS 1880s music OK slam poets OK
kisses & cuddles on winter nights watching DVDs OK
seeking fr'ship &/or possible loveship (optional) please
looking forward to each of your genuinely crafted replies
however due to stalker SNAFU send to mailbox B.O.D. 
enclose 2 recent portraits + drum taps & leaves of grass