All the hurt
All the pain
Cutting so deep
Into my heart
Into my life
Have all found their way
Out of my mind
Out of my head
How ironic to find
In the depths of soul pain
No further ache
But balm for my wound
A gift so free
Given to me
Where I can express
Myself so easily
And it helps me now
Every day
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Yesterday was Mel-
Bourne Cup day in Aussie land,
Big Celebrations
Even wore a fascinator
Because I could
So I did
Except I had one of my
Roller coaster days
So was in tears
For most of it
And I am still getting teary-eyed
Thinking about some words said to me
That I took personally
And have wounded me
I have always not liked my
Success stories to be
Spicy at all
In fact just the other day
Father’s Day to be exact
Invitations did I extend
For a lunch of curry
We dined, we feasted, it was grand
Until I was told
The menu is great
It is wonderful
Thank you so much
But just so you know
The menu did not contain
Curry at all
Casserole maybe, there was no spice
No chilli pepper can one taste
Take a bit of risk
Let loose in the world
I have been reprimanded
At least four times today
Told what to do
And what to say
And what not to say
And what not to do
Get some sleep
Eat well
Be in balance
Moderation is key!
I have lived my life
Cooking curries that are not
Curries at all
Dining on casseroles
Perhaps it is time
Oh yes please!
To add some spice
To that casserole
Of mine
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would be so good
to have arms around me
holding on tight
in a lovers embrace
fingers down my back
hands touching skin
skin feeling hands
lips on my neck
caressing
loving
feeling
until my tank of love is full
my heart filled with joy
flesh satisfied
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
Be very careful
When writing books by candle
Light, a fire could start!
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
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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!
Mr or Mrs
Penguin, looking smart, in Black
And White Tuxedo
Poems and Petals 