No morning picture
Today, I am still upset
At having found out
That Daily Post now
Only gets posted at Twelve
O’clock my time, here
In Sydney, Aussie
Time, this is now two hours
Past my bedtime, now
What should I do? Should
I go to bed at normal
Ten o’clock bedtime
And post in morning
What if I’m not inspired?
Should I stay awake
Every night and
Then look like a zombie the
Next day, or should I
Go to sleep at ten
And set the alarm each night
Like Cinderella?
Hard Drive has been unearthed
There is a year underneath
2014, can you believe?
That makes it like 200 years old
And what is more
There is a note attached
Very old English
These words we don’t even understand
A note from the owner
The name is Vonita
What would be written?
Handwritten, can you believe?
Captured on paper so antique
Wow, in those days paper was used
Notes all written by hand!
There is a book contained on this drive
It is called Passion through Poetry
In fact there are two books
A children’s book too, Sweet Marigold
And a lot of formatting being done
Mac Pages Enhance button was discovered today
So awesome, it is really a feature of the future
This special day what would it be?
3 November 2014
And there is an image of my mother
That I scanned in today
Taken in about 1954
What would her Legacy be?
What would my Legacy be?
It might not be my books
It might be the lessons I teach my two souls
That they might teach their souls
And on it goes
For years and decades and centuries in turn
My Legacy might not be my words
But then again, it might
A bit low on Funny Stories
But needless to say
If ever one is taking photography
Of ballet dancers
Be they female or even male
And Ballet Dancer would be flying
Through the air
Ever so gracefully
Make sure, and check again
That there is no audience beneath the scene
Because it is REALLY Funny
To see a photograph
Of a Ballet Dancer
Flying over an unsuspecting
Someone’s head
Recorded for prosperity
And what it resembles!
Is Elegant Dancer
Leaping, flying through the air
Appearing as if he would be
Balancing on top of
Another man’s head
OH MY HAT!
STOP IT, THAT IS SO FUNNY!!!
Oh, dear readers, I don’t have
The photo to prove it
But it happened
Not to me
But to a close relative of mine!
Photography supplied by Ali McGill Photography
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/second-hand-stories/
I just wrote a book!
Well, I am editing my first
But now what do I have here?
Slipping through my fingers?
Flowing through my hands
In all of ten minutes
I have met Sweet Marigold
The hero of her very own tale
For little children so dear
For mum in question (that would be me)
Am always in trouble
For bedtime reading is not
My favorite thing to do
The words are too long
The sentences never end
Making me tired before I even start
That is no good!
For daughter already eight
And son nearly grown!
But babies are always being born
Growing into little children that
Would need stories to be read
And now we have Sweet Marigold!
She is so happy with bouncy curly hair
Seeing all the beauty around
All the flowers and petals and butterflies and bees
Gifts of nature keeping her company!
Coming soon!
After Passion Through Poetry!
It is written! We need drawings, they are in my head!
I, an artist, have never been
So will have to recruit one
To bring life to my Sweet Marigold!
We love Sweet Marigold!
Every night when I close my eyes
Exhausted at having stayed awake
Way past bedtime to write Daily Post
I only have to blink and I’m awake
Morning has arrived and sun greets anew
Where on earth did night escape to?
It rushed by like a train on steam
No patience for passengers
Especially none for ones like me
Who would take advantage
Of night’s midnight hours
To cram in minutes if I may
So please slow down
Dear Night I plead
Allow me to have my way with you
An extra hour or two
Would really, so deliciously
Make one very happy, productive me!
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/pace-oddity/
The craziest, busiest, most hectic day
Could only be, too infrequently
When I arrive back “home”
Surrounded by friends and family
There are so many people to see
So many loved faces to greet
Cities and homes and shopping malls
All the places I used to frequent!
Rush around, can’t get enough
Make a list of who I need to meet
Coffee here and visit there
Travelling between two cities fair
(Jozi and Pretoria)
It is too much for husband dear
Too many people!
As many people as she would have words
No! Please let me stay at home
At home in Sydney, you go alone!
Yes, I’ll go alone, and take the minions too
They can run around with me!
Introduce them to another life
And amongst all this excitement
Flying here and driving there
I turned the Big Four Oh and so I did
And to my surprise, and to my Delight
My dear darling friends
Whom I have not seen in quite a while
Surprised me with a surprise I did not expect
This beautiful cake, left me with no words to say
(Doesn’t happen often)
It went too fast, the days flew by
Not one day, but twenty repeat
Resurface to a life now dead
Will have to do
Until I resurface again
Aussie! Aussie! Aussie!
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Lammingtons anyone!
Direct from Sydney!
Passioning though Poetry!
Poems and Petals 