G’day all…..

G’day to everyone, well yes it has been a while since I have made contact on my blog, I am such a naughty boy…(-: I have been writing but find it hard when my “normal” job takes up most of my time, but I would like to report…..

I won the 2011 Reef Writers/Port Douglas gazette poetry competition.

The 2012 Port Douglas Country Women’s association poetry competition.

Recorded a fantastic radio interview with “Locco” on 4CA local radio Cairns.

My poem “Old Life Dreams” was selected and matched with a painting for the poetry and art in the park in New Westminster City, Canada.

Performed at the 2012 cairns show.

Performed at the 2012 Tropical Writers Festival.

Have had 2 poems selected for the Indian “Inklinks” anthology which will be released during the upcoming Jaipur Literature festival.

Recorded a wonderful radio interview on SBS radio Gujarati.

http://www.sbs.com.au/yourlanguage/gujarati/highlight/page/id/238819/t/Poet-David-Delaney/in/english

Hope everyone else in blog world is healthy and well……(-:

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Candice James great modern day sonneteer.

Anyone who knows me also knows how much I love the sonnet, this much disciplined form of poetry, which dates back to the 1200’s, has been mastered by Canadian poet and poet laureate of the city of New Westminster BC, Candice James, within her book of sonnets “Midnight Embers”.

The detail and structure of James’s sonnets shows the ‘blood sweat and tears’ that went into each and every sonnet, and, is truly an inspiration to anyone who loves poetry, especially the sonnet form.

Candice has the ability to keep you enthralled be it one of the many slightly ‘dark’ sided sonnets e.g. “Reckoning”

“I tremble praying my name’s found in it;
Then thunder, lightning as the dead arose.
A number carved on forehead brows was writ.
As demons danced in Hellish lustful throes”

Or the beautiful love and light hearted sonnets like ‘This Tree’ definitely one of my favorites and, one I can’t resist revisiting when opening James’s book

“I’ve watched her dance in every season’s arms;
In nakedness and wrapped in shiny leaves.
I’ve seen her swoon, fall prey to Autumn’s charms,
And watched the dying leaves fall from her sleeves.

A sentinel on guard that’s always been,
This tree has eyes and oh, the sights she’s seen”

One also can’t forget the number of tributes to the sonnet itself as in “Sonnet Fever”

“With raging bloodshot eyes that hypnotize
In ever tight’ning vice upon the mind
Insanity doth harness my demise,
As darkened moods continue to unwind.

For sonnet fever, there is no respite.
It writes love’s pages at the edge of night”

Midnight Embers is a sonneteer’s delight, 117 brilliantly written poems to keep any reader glued to each and every word on each and every page.

I would encourage anyone to purchase this wonderful “Midnight Embers”

Well done Candice.

http://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Embers-ebook/dp/B007MW2RB4

http://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Embers-Candice-James/dp/192676322X/ref=sr_1_cc_1?s=aps&ie=UTF8&qid=1337477782&sr=1-1-catcorr

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E-book release!!!!

G’day everyone, finally my publisher & I have released “Out of Australia” as an e-book, please feel welcome to check out the link.

 

http://www.amazon.com/Out-of-Australia-ebook/dp/B007TSBVZ4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1334352429&sr=1-1

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In very good company.

I received this yesterday from my friend Candice James. So proud to be amongst some very talented poets. 

Candice James
Poet Laureate of The City Of New Westminster, BC CANADA

4 April 17:02

Your poetry was chosen!!

New West Artists Visual Verse Poem Matches
for May 4-31, 2012 Exhibition at The River Market

1.Valerie McRae will visualize “Wayfairing Wounded Wondrously” by Helene Levasseur
2.Carolyn Mclaughlan will visualize “Grieving” by Manolis Aligizakis
3.Julie Moore will visualize “Signs” by John Oughton
4.Richard Armstrong will visualize “Tales From the Holograph Woods” by Eileen Kernaghan
5.Irene Lacharite will visualize “Muse” by Meharoona Ghani
6.Janet Kvammen will visualize “Closet” by Manolis Aligizakis
7.Theresa Morton will visualize “The Sea Inside” by Wanda Lea Brayton
8.My Artist’s Corner will visualize “Old Life Dreams” by David J Delaney
9.Rob Fee will visualize “The House” by Angel Edwards
10.Donald McKillican will visualize “Gritted Knee” by Jeffrey Galuidi
11.Gabrielle Grieg will visualize “Florenzia Bay” by W. Ruth Kozak
12.Omanie Elias will visualize “Half A Face” by Ashok Bhargava
13.Rita Mogyorosi will visualize “Long Beach” by Janet Kvammen
14.Menno Bos will visualize “Bleak House Alley” by Candice James
15.Carole Millar will visualize “Within The Serpent’s Eye” by Sullivan
16.Gillian Wright will visualize “Urban Nursery” by Mickey Bickerstaff
17.Marney Rose Edge will visualize “The Ancestor” by Ariadne Sawyer
18.Christine Monroe will visualize “The Scribe” by Richard Klyne
19.Anthony Hollenstein will visualize “Baby, it’s cold out there” by Jude Neale
20.Lana Hart will visualize “Velvet Tangerine” by Strider Marcus Jones
21.Lavana LaBrey will visualize “Children In A Chair” by Virginia Ayers
22.Carolyn Mohr will visualize “Dance” by Lilija Valis
23.Monique Lum will visualize “Jump” by Donna Ross
24.Elena Perelman will visualize “A Small Island” by Donna Ross
25.Judith Copland will visualize “Rubies” by Donna Ross
26.Norm Coridor will visualize “The Song of the River” by Janet Kvammen
27.Richard Klyne will visualize “A Century and a Half” by Alejandro Mujica Olea
28.Shelley Rothenburger will visualize “Hit Your Head” by Richard Armstrong
29.Cliff Blank will visualize “Lust Leads Somewhere” by Richard Armstrong
30.Peri-Laine Nilan will visualize a poem by a friend
31.Maggie Callendar will visualize a poem by her daughter
32.Donna Ross will visualize a poem by her daughter Hanna
33.Nina Shelton will visualize “Sownrock” by Nina Shenton
34.Benoit Pronovost will visualize “Maker” by Nina Shenton

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Cairns Magazine Feature

Wordsworth’s poetry may have been inspired    by sauntering through theLake District and pondering clusters of daffodils but David Delaney’s was inspired by a much faster mode of transport.

The ex-long distance truck driver from Brisbane was inspired by outback trips out west, passing through wild and reddened land, and meeting characters along the way.

“I first wrote a short story, The Outback Track, and wrote a couple of poems, which I sent to my sister-in-law,” David says.

“She liked them and said I should write more, so I did and put a little book out.”

That book, My Small Book of Poems, published in 2007 was a big step for David, now living in Cairns for “16 years and five cyclones”, and despite his misgivings as to the book’s value, he was overwhelmed by the response internationally.
And so began a new life of writing for David, a life until then he knew nothing about.

David left high school at 15 (after three months) but says he wanted to show that despite his lack of higher schooling that he could write and enjoy it.

Inspired by the likes of bush poets “Banjo” Paterson and Henry Lawson, he continued to write, publishing Rhymes of Times, his second book in 2008, about the land and the life that moves him. In fact, David often finds it hard to read his poetry because it means so much to him he is likely to become choked up.

 
“Inspiration comes from anywhere, from a smell, or sounds, or from just talking to people,” David says. “One of my most popular poems is Old Life Dreams, which was based on four minutes I spent with this old fella, who came to live in the city, but who hated it.”

He doesn’t need to sit under a tree in nature to pen his poems but can write anywhere. “I can write in the lounge room with the TV on,” he says.

Three books in and David says his latest book, Out of Australia, a compilation of poetry, shows his journey in writing.
“The more I do the better I’m getting,” he says.

“This book will show how my writing has changed from 2007 to late 2009.” David experiments now with rhyme, free verse, and one of his latest passions is the sonnet.

He simply Googled sonnets to study their form and then started writing.

He is also studying how to write haiku, an ancient Japanese style of poetry.

“Eighty-five per cent I’ve taught myself,” David says.

He believes in keeping his work simple and not getting too caught up in whether or not it is appreciated by academics.

It’s why he quotes Stephen King in his latest book’s forward: “If a reader needs a thesaurus to understand the meaning of what you are trying to put across, you have lost them!”

In David’s words: “I don’t like the way academics write their free verse so that only another academics can decipher it.
“They are only seeking approval from their own.”

David, ironically, has been accepted by the academic world, having had a short story published for LINQ, the literary magazine of James Cook University, which had to be approved by a panel of academics.

“After submitting it, I edited it further, but they wanted the unedited version, because they said it was so natural, soAustralia,” David says.

Being so Australiais very much the attraction of David’s work, which is successful both here and overseas, and which he has won many awards for.

He still has a day job though, because poets are not well paid.

“I do it for the love.”

>> To read more about David Delaney, visit www.readeasypoetry.wordpress.com

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My Interview with Helene Young

Good friend & Wonderful writer Helene Young interviews me on her blog, please have a look & leave a comment, Helene’s award winning book will keep you ‘glued’ from start to finish.

 

http://www.heleneyoung.com/2011/10/dave-delaney-aussie-bush-poet/

 

 

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WINNER 2011!!

G’day everyone, thought I would let you all know I recently won 1st place outright in the open poetry section of the Reef Writers/Port Douglas Gazette short story & poetry competition for 2011, yes I was stoked!!!..so here is the winning poem.

On the Wallaby with you

You know! It’s always great, to sit down with your mate
and talk of all the places that you’ve been.
Around the campfire light, beneath the stars so bright,
we reminisce on all the sights we’ve seen,
and, as we’re sitting back, the billy, old and black,
now boils and spits onto the campfire flame.
Then, looking back at you, I feel your love that’s true,
I’m pleased that you agreed to take my name.

So as I fill your cup, (beside your bluey pup)
again I’m drifting back to when we met,
was Brisbane at Rocklea, when you first noticed me,
I knew you were the one I had to get.
Now after all these years, including sometimes tears,
our love has just grown stronger everyday,
and while we’re on the road, we share each others load,
until we find another place to stay.

We talk of Wineglass bay, that Tassie summer day,
how we walked hand in hand along the shore.
Port Arthur’s famous jail, (where prisoners would wail)
were buried on that island by the score,
or when we stayed at Sale where hay I tried to bale
before we headed out to see Karween.
Then rode the scenic rail down in old Flowerdale,
We’ve never seen the land so lush and green.

And how we felt the chill, at ‘Eagle on the hill’
when building snowmen in the local park.
We read about a bloke (who struck the Sydney smoke)
at Stuart town once known as Ironbark.
At the Cervantes fair, we smelt the fresh sea air
and heard the poets spruik their very best.
With Tamworth’s country din, we merrily joined in,
we wore Akubras and a leather vest.

Then up in Kakadu I hung on tight to you,
when that large croc leapt at the boat for food,
and down near Uluru, that’s when you spotted ‘Blue’,
your charming way I just could not allude.
The river Todd’s a place, we went to watch a race,
and laughed at all those boats with hairy legs.
Then how could we forget, the Queensland far north wet,
those northerners who drink their beer from kegs.

If we did settle down, in some small country town,
we’d write a book as thick as ‘War and Peace’.
Of summers and the rain, of happiness and pain,
and oceans, birds, and jumbucks and their fleece,
though here we sit again, years travelled tally ten,
I know we’ll keep on moving for some time.
For you my darling love, I thank the Man above,
and sometimes write about you in my rhyme.

For now, I’ll write a song by this old billabong,
of how we like to hold each other tight.
And while you stroke blue’s ear, I turn and say, ‘My dear,
you’re perfect like the Kimberleys tonight’.
I knew it from the start, back when you stole my heart
there’s nothing in the world I’d rather do
than have you by my side, my love I just can’t hide,
when touring ‘on the wallaby’ with you.

David J Delaney
18/01/2011 ©

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