To really, truly
Scare me, gullible mum, would
Be easy to do
All a young life would
Have to do is jump out of
A magic pumpkin
Looking like some kind
Of ghoul or scary looking
Skeleton and that
Would be enough for
Old scared mum to jump right out
Of her wrinkled skin!
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Trick or Treat
Little boys
Little girls
Stay inside
Lock your doors
Do not peek
Do not speak
For right outside
Are MONSTERS!!!
Bwahahahahahaha!!!!
Just the Beginning
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Comedy of Errors (and bonus assignment!).”
My honeymoon was a comedy of errors. A cyclone hit the tropical island on the night before we were supposed to arrive for honeymoon, so after a two day no-flight delay we decided to change plans. We booked at an African Safari Lodge, but in between changing plans and re-arranging schedules, we arrived too late. We slept outside the gates. (See blue car above). Once inside, I developed an allergy to the anti-malaria tablets and ended up being ill. On one of the days we decided to go to the beach. It was through the local country and we were in an open-air vehicle. Of course it would start pouring down with rain so we got soaked. Not that you would see the storm with the blue skies in the photo. But just like that the clouds appeared and it poured down! We had booked at two lodges, and when we arrived at the second lodge which was a forest getaway type-thing, we were presented with two single beds with mosquito nets over both. There was a very romantic outside bath in the brochure, but it was covered in leaves and brown water ran from the taps. It was a honeymoon I might never forget!
It must be said though the first lodge was decadently luxurious (actually the service and dining was great at both), a taste of Africa that was pure heaven! So all’s well that ends well. Well, as well as can be I guess!
The Road Ahead
Courage
West Coast USA!!!
Growing through Hurt
Perhaps
It is easier to be happy
When I don’t have those
Who don’t care for me
Hurting me all the
Time?
Dead Wood
I cut off all the dead branches
That I was hoping would flower
Fruits to eat
I wept over the dead wood
Mourning the loss of that
Which was never or not
My tears watered the soil
That was dry from neglect
And through my sorrow
New branches formed
With life and vitality
Bearing fresh fruits
Sweet to eat
I Will Tell You
I will tell you what I do when I’m not having fun anymore
I reveal my heart in the words that I write
I will tell you what my plans are to fill the gaps in my heart
My plans are to write the gaps into words
I will tell you what is left of my time on this earth
To find a blessing in the sun, and the birds and the creation of which we are one
I will tell you about the hidden demons, and the strange and discreet unease inside
For the demons lurk, always in the shadows, even out of sight they make themselves known
To torture and to bring me to my knees, to a place where no help could be offered from this world, forcing me to seek inside myself
I can tell you about my sorrows, my nostalgia, my first love and my first kiss
Because each moment is written in my soul, the good moments and the bad, are woven to form a part of me
I can admit that I have traded my soul for a flat life, that I have tamed my wildness for security, and have worshipped forced interactions instead of celebrating the rawness within
Of which there is so much passion, there is so much yearning, so much longing, so much desire that is kept chained, with their only freedom being in the words that I pen
And I can tell you that it is time, time to wake up to the fact that I am here to Be, not to Become
In response to a poem by Majd Radwan from Sonderpath
https://sonderpath.wordpress.com/2015/10/17/tell-me-its-time-to-change/
Alone
I dreamt of you
That your heart would beat
In tune with mine
I dreamt of
The breathing of my soul
When your energy
Would infuse with mine
I dreamt of love
And passion
And union
Until the night was over
And the rising sun
Illuminated so clearly
That the romance was over
The dreams were gone
And it’s a new day
I have to face
Alone














