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Friday, May 31, 2013

Charity Rugs

Treasure Trove

I sent the parcel, would you believe,
it should arrive Monday, if you please,
the postie called, he knocked on my door,
ironing can wait, I'm coming I called,
the parcel was large, not quite a barge,
thanked the postie, then slammed the door,
raced up the steps, muscles resist,
steady up, please give me a break,
I reached the top, a decision. What do I do?
Finish the ironing. Take a peak what's inside,
work had to be done, the surprise could wait,
Later I opened the package, my eyes opened wide,
opened the envelope, there stood my dream man,
ripped off the paper, I found a bag of immense proportions,
red was the color, not much more to be said,
unzipped the bag, more presents I did find,
Italian words did meet the eye, heaven greeted me,
nougat with nuts, I nearly died,
I searched some more, red greeted my eyes,
a laptop bag, just what I wanted,
at the bottom, I found a box,
red slippers, just what I needed,
thanks for the presents, they were great,
my birthday, Easter, Mother's day,
will never be the same, I thank you once again.

At Rest
This is a story about a young man called Fred
who should have been home safe in bed,
but he was out driving his flashy new car,
he decided to stop at the bar,
on closing time he staggered out the door,
he started the car, put his foot to the floor,
burning rubber fouled the air
shot forward like a two bob lair,
the car took the corner with squeal of tyres,
sheer bliss shone from his tired eyes,
on coming car lights did blind him
smashing of metal caused such a din,
sparks like fireworks lit up the dark
as the car rolled and rolled toward the park,
luckily there were no children at play
the homeless guy on the bench won't see another day,
parents wait at home for son who did roam,
screams split the nigh when told Fred won't be home,
tears did flow as wide as the river
Fred was lost to them forever,
here lays Fred who thought he was clever
his life cut short for his endeavour,
he didn't handle the speed under the bonnet
people will remember him when hearing this sonnet,
will remember families who still grieve
when their children aim to deceive,
Saint Peter waits by the Heavenly gate
for Fred to arrive with his note on a silver plate.
Where am I? How did I come to be here?”
Heaven. Speed can kill, did you hear?”
I thought I could control the car.”
Your first mistake was to walk into the bar,
then to get behind the wheel. Think you were God.”
Are you going to let me pass, you rotten sod?”
I'm sorry but you'll have to wait in line
because you arrived here well ahead of your time,”
Fred banged his fists on the gate. He wanted to go home.
He pleaded. Begged. But he was soon left alone,
tears fell like rain that day
because he didn't have his own way,
now there is a headstone with his name,
for a lad who played a deadly game.

Far Off Dreams

Lonely but safe, my soul mate
has departed for new horizons,
children is all I have
to keep me afloat,
I will not go under
I will survive to go on,
another lesson learned,
I stand at the door
listen to many languages,
smell fried bananas
float on the evening breeze,
oriental spices, curries,
fish, burning meat,
I wonder how we'll eat,
the pantry is nearly bare,
money short, bills arrive,
children play, make new friends,
the world is their oyster
they do not feel the strain,
they adjust, life goes on,
I watch ships at anchor,
boats skip across the water,
I dream of far away places
where there'll be no pain,
of streets paved with happiness,
a knight in shining armour
rides to our rescue,
carries us toward the
setting sun, to a land
of luxury away from the smells
leaving behind the salty sea air,
noisy birds, yelling children, fog horns,
to a place of rolling hills
green grassy slopes,
a castle filled with servants,
I return with a thud
to the house we occupy,
Where's dinner, Mum?
We're hungry,” dream fades,
tears blur my vision.


Stand up. Be counted,
Time for women to rule,
don't fall by the wayside,
show men we stand proud,
we will not take their abuse,

Men who abuse women
must pay for their crime
be it mental, or physical,
left to raise the children
seeded in the heat of the moment.

We have been slaves to love,
a passion which burns inside,
hands that strike fear,
tears families asunder
leaving broken family behind.

Sink or swim. Run for life,
Don't look back to what might
one day change, or die,
look to save your family
from love turned bitter.


A mushroom cloud of dust
rose high above the city,
people ran for their lives
in fear of exploding bombs,
screams rent the nightmare
while searching loved ones.

How many had reached freedom
before the pillars crumbled,
loud noised herald the danger,
the cracking of the pillars,
holding up the roof, now dust,
rubble spread far, wide.

Was it an earth quake?
A bomb. Time would tell,
once the dust settled
survivors searched furiously
for loved ones, friends,
time was of the essence.

Blind Justice

Justice was seen to be served
this cold winter's morn,
the sheriff had made his quota,
the magistrate hoodwinked by lies,
the monk taken another soul,
a victim stood ready to swing
with the noose around his neck
he sang a song of love to his wife,
heavy with child she cast a curse,
she pushed through the crowd
with a sack in her hand,
knelt before her husband's accusers
to grab a cock from the sack
then slit the throat with a dagger,
tossed the cock at the men
who stood, eyes fixed on the headless bird
while it rolled in the snow,
with everyone occupied
she crept silently away
to become a hunted outlaw.

Art Display

Art is art.
Bring any old thing.
A kitchen sink,
broken rings,
shine up a piston,
a bath or two.

Batter saucepans,
an old loo,
bottles dipped in wax,
bobby pins joined together,
a paddle pop house,
some old leather.

A rooster made of tin,
maybe you could use lead,
someone's wooden leg,
or the head of a broken bed,
A ripped shirt covered in dirt,
a covered in bird poo.

Working with paints
is a messy game,
the artist is being creative.
What a laugh.
There are better patterns
on a spotted giraffe.

Paint can be a mystery,
take you on a long journey
way back into the past,
give me beautiful scenery,
a lion, a tiger, a wolf,
they're not as scary as splats.

Uncle George

The glory of god rains down on you
angels come to take you on a long journey
through the land of dreams,
where there is peace, no pain,
to join your family
in the house of the lord.

Tears will flow, wash away pain,
memories will linger in their life,
family will remember sadness, joy,
of a man who fought to the end
to be there for his family
through hard times, good times.

This year, you finally have it right,
we won't see you this Christmas,
in person, only in our memories,
memories of a man with a big heart,
an infectious smile, a helping hand,
suffering pain, now a distant memory,

We wish you well,
may you climb many mountains,
swim calm waters,
rest in your rocking chair,
watch beautiful sunrises, sunsets,
while you watch over all you have left behind.


Fairies. Fairies. Fairies everywhere.
Tall ones. Small ones.
Pink, green, purple
with tiaras, wands,
bumble bees, witches too,
they danced in the aisles,
shout, sing along
with the grown fairies
performing on the stage,
the show was over
all too soon, didn't do an encore,
which was a fizz
for the young fairies
who came to watch the show,
mothers grabbed hands,
escaped the milieu
to be front in line
for photos with Bumble Bee,
Harmony, Rhapsody, Wizard,
mums became poorer,
merchandise walked out the door,
truck waited, stock loaded,
rushed off to disappoint once more.

The rugs are what I crocheted in my spare time to be given to charity. Meaning the rugs are given to those in need. With Winter moving in a lot of the flood victims need a little sparkle in their life to give them comfort, and warmth.

Monday, May 27, 2013

More Thoughts

Boundary Rider
The boundary rider rode his horse with pride
because he had been triumphant in controlling him,
he followed the divide fence, watched for any changes,
birds rose noisy from the shrubs to reach safe territory,
a squadron of ants marched up the fence post,
laughter rang out from the kookaburra in the blue gum,
another break, he found in the fence,
always the cattle were liberated at will
except he guessed when given assistance,
he recorded the breaks. Would telephone his neighbor
when he returned home, to watch for missing cattle.

Boundary Lines

Boundaries are meant to be obeyed,
pride is a hard contender to have,
because it is always a loser,
another way should be found,
triumphant in your success,
record you loses,
birds enjoy their freedom,
change can cause many problems,
divide your troupes and you will conquer,
always remember to do what is right,
squadrons march on their stomach,
will does make you forget your way,
great expectations come with a fall,
liberate the people, let them stand tall,
telephone your family to say hello,
noisy means you don't need a hearing aid,
laugh and you'll live years longer,
guess you think you know it all,
except there is always someone who knows more.

Judgement Day

Day of judgement had arrived.
A new life for an old
tainted with the sins
for those committed by his father,
a grandson conceived
in a fervid act of violence,
the gratification he took
when he deflowered a virgin
the pain, suffering, disgrace,
he brought on the family's name,
the seed of the devil
created such a beautiful child,
he'll never follow his father's path
of destruction, devastation,
he'll bring no shame to the families,
any other child born to this father
will perish, be disfigured, sterile,
while you morn your loss of your son
others will rejoice in your sadness,
the way your son exulted in their destruction,
your grandson will carry the burden,
stigma, shame of his father,
he'll only be freed from purgatory
once the family sins, atrocities,
have been wiped from the slate of shame,
read the note wrapped in the shawl
of the new born found at the family home.

Pack A Kangaroo

To do this is foolish, I can tell you,
speed is a worry at the best of time
when put together with a country road,
you can lose your life, or be crippled,
the darkness hold a multitude of sins,
kangaroos, cows horses
where they shouldn't have been,
at 225K's an hour there's no time to stop,
no time to think, plan where to go,
your life flashes before your eyes
I shouldn't have did that. What will mum think.
Dad will kill me if I survive the crash.
There'll be no recognizable parts of the car,
my body they'll have to scrape off the road,
a shovel they will have to use
then flash my name on the news,
the moment before the bump I prayed not to die,,
finally the car did stop.
To my surprise I was alive.
The car still whole.
Where did the kangaroo go.
Gingerly I stepped from the car to find the carcass
to look if the animal could be found,
I searched and searched, scratched my head,
walked back to the car to search for damage,
the grill and radiator was smashed,
I lifted the bonnet. I found the kangaroo.
Mangled on the engine. Oh, what a mess.
That could have been me.

No Vacancy

The sign is up but they come to stay,
doors no barrier at all,
each of them slip through the wall,
come to chat when lonely.

They are very friendly, you see,
no one books a bed
nor do they need to be feed
those people who come.

Other people come to visit me
but they do let me know,
there for a day then go,
move on to the next place.

None of them argue, fight, or scream,
no punches are thrown,
nor is their presence blown,
the ghosts who stay at my home.

A bump, a call in the night,
roll over, go to sleep,
it is another lost sheep,
house full, no vacancies.

Picnic Ruined

Hulls of the boats skimmed the waves
slide along, water spray covering the boat,
ancient ships bobbed on the water,
mountains stood guard on the western side,
shady trees not to be found near the shore,
noisy winds blew with much force,
storming sounds echoed over the lake,
dressed for a warm, sunny day,
hastened people to find some cover,
creek level rose swiftly, rain poured down,
blood-orange sun covered by ominous clouds,
secrets hidden, people unaware,
water broke the river bank, spread quick,
gravity of their plight, people raced to higher ground,
seagulls struggled to stay afloat,
guests near the resort raced for cover,
bridge went under when rushing water rose,
picnic baskets hastily packed, stowed away,
thunderous noise accompanied by lightning,
arid land no longer parched,
simply would have been better to stay at home,
faces smiled when the clouds passed,
sun shone once again.

Photos And Poetry


Where have all the men gone,
the gentlemen who stood beside his woman,
the ones who were once there to protect you
keep you safe from harm, you walked above the clouds,
who shared his life, love with you,
A love that was forever, not vanish out of sight,
moved to another bed with the coming of the dawn.

Gentlemen are rare species,
are sought but few are found,
men are now guys with their eye for chance,
ships passing into the night come morning,
have moved on to another port,
they weigh anchor, sail with the breeze,
move frog like to another bed.


'Twas naught moon nor star burned bright,
dark clouds rushed fiercely over
mountains, rivers and fells to
bring destruction across the land.

Rain pelts trees, water rushed full speed,
torrents churned, gouged
ground from river banks,
logs sailed, dangerous missiles.

Drowned animals dragged
battered on a roller-coaster,
down with the swirling water
to end miles away at sea.


Roses are red
tulips are too,
hope you birthday
didn't make you blue,
may there be many more
wonderful years ahead of you.

My Christening

The day had come
a day I'll never forget,
dressed in my beautiful layette
wrapped in a shall,
we traveled in the car
parked in front of the house.

I'm not sure of the make,
all I remember are the steps
with rails built on both sides,
the flooring of the veranda,
high blocks on which the building stood,
dirt to walk on, not a proper floor.

My mother carried me beneath the building,
father stood nervous by her side,
an open forty-four gallon drum
filled with water, glistened in the sunshine,
I was passed across the drum to the minister
unaware of the fate that behold me.

After a few mumbled words
my head slid beneath the surface
of the glistening water. Dunked, I tell you,
why should he be allowed to dunk a baby,
this I tell you is not fair,
I couldn't swim. I was weighted down.

He didn't care, if I did drown,
I spluttered and screamed,
but no one seemed to care,
my face finally wiped with a handkerchief. At last. I could breathe air.
I can't forget what he did to me.

Water. Don't bring it near me.
Don't splash it on my face, or I'll scream.
I'm not a fish. Don't put me in a river.
My tears will spill, will cause a flood,
if you're wise, don't cast water at me.
Stars can shine bright on a sunny day.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Thought in Poetry

Veteran Ghosts

Echoes of the past
firing of guns,
bombs explode
planes roar overhead,
men scream, drowns out birdsong,
horrors of war faced every day,
sleep never comes, eyes blood shot,
leeches cling to mud splattered skin,
fighting has passed, memories remain,
forever the men struggle
their lives never the same.

The Phoenix

The phoenix has risen from the deep, dark,
battered soul to shine with light
a light so strong to blind out trouble.

Tears have flowed, a river of them,
to cleanse the body of sadness, loss,
wash away years of built memories.

Hearts do weep, but do not break, or bleed,
they are battered, bruised, hurt,
needs love to repair the damage.

Sunshine illustriously healed the heart,
darkness spirited from the deep depth,
life returns, sadness disappears.

Strength, health, lightness of spirit, hope, cheer,
rise with the coming of new days,
Phoenix has risen from the ashes.

Dark sorrow driven away with the sun,
laughter, hope, pleasure, love reign,
eyes sparkle love, not sorrow.

Mother Laid To Rest.

Clouds of peace rose from
the casket on the alter,
we stood as one
Jack and I walked forward
to place the rose petals with love,
a mother, great grandmother
had departed leaving this earth,
to travel to a land without pain,
took our place of honor
beside the casket on this
her final journey.
Jody helped escort us
to the waiting hearse,
she gladly walked
her grandmother to the land
of peace and tranquility,
where my mother now stands
beside my father for eternity.


Time has stood still for me,
now my time has come to grow
I'll move forward, one step at a time
to new expanding horizons, excitement,
be one with the universe, not separate,
flow with the waves of life, with time,
express my feelings, not bottle them
to become my own person
to live in harmony.


The cloud of energy hung over the valley
closed off the stars from the city below,
air hard to breathe, sleep restless, draining,
the energy clears with the rising of the sun,
male and female wizards stood apart,
men in the hills, women in the valley,
powerless men raped and plundered,
women locked behind guarded walls at night,
Atlantis was dying, crumbling, rumbling,
too much energy exposed, earth groaned, cracked,
the protagonists fought their final battle
as Atlantis sank beneath the ocean.