Ollie Lind Poetry

They say “Scratch a funny man and you will find tragedy underneath.” I was thinking about this one day. Along the lines of how we sometimes try to trick ourselves and everybody else. We trivialise ourselves and others, make fun of people (often in a cruel manner) never realising that the only person really hurt [...]

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I was looking at the news the other night and saw (again) details of strife in the West Bank. We tend to become desensitized to violence, particularly religious violence. But it’s still real people who are suffering, and for what? This poem is simply my way of looking at the subject. I am not a [...]

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A young lady calls me from time to time. We have never met but I, as a writer, imagine what she is like. I try to create a past, present and future for the disembodied voice on the telephone. This gives me a character I can relate to. I hope you enjoy. Live well, Ollie [...]

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I love to write poetry. I don’t know about you, but I find it soothing to my soul. This particular one was inspired by an old man who used to parade up and down the footpath alongside a particularly busy highway in Sydney, Australia. He walked up and down with a sandwich-board adorned with signs [...]

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