Worlds meeting worlds
Souls meeting souls
Connecting together
On this journey of life
If I may offend
If I may speak or write
Without diplomacy
Or magical tact
Don’t turn from me
Have empathy
For if I realise
What I may have said
I would feel remorse
Would want to make amends
Because your friendship
Means more to me than defence
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Language of Things.”
To my husband
A bicycle – because cycling
Bicycle magazines – because cycling
Bicycle helmet – because safety
Bicycle lights – to light up the night
Bicycle kit – because cycling
Water bottle – because hydration
Photo of smiling wife – because love
Guess what I am holding in my little hands
My baby, baby, baby
Personal edition for family
Just in time for Christmas joy
Passion through Poetry
I’m so happy I could shout it out loud!
Walking home and all I see
Are glitters and sparkles and fairy lights
Greeting me as I pass them by
I take a minute to greet them back
Feeling happy, feeling glad
That I have the freedom to go on my way
Walking home at night after a summer’s day
Why do we have bridges?
To connect
To separate
To transport
To display to the world
The sorrow a city would feel
When one of its own are slain
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Unsung Heroes.”
When my artist friend becomes famous
My claim to fame could be
I have a painting by her hand
From her hand as a friendship gift
Kindly given to me
He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty
William Blake
In my adopted city
While I slept
Lives were taken
Liberty stolen
Sydneysiders enter a world
Where coffee at a chocolate cafe
Could take your life away
Condolences to all involved
Unknowing reindeer
Light up suburbia
Glow with lights unrefined
While not too far away
Lights go out in a chocolate cafe
Hostages held captive
Hope to see another day
Thoughts be to those involved
And to family of same
http://www.smh.com.au/nsw/lindt-chocolat-cafe-hostage-drama-in-martin-place
I packed up my life
I packed up my home
Waved goodbye to family
Waved goodbye to friends
Started a new life
In a land of safety and peace
My heart bleeds
For those caught up
In my city under siege
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Kick the Bucket.”
I never want to have my heart broken
I never want to feel the pain of losing a child
I never want to lose friendships with those
I have connected with
I never want to feel the turmoil of
Losing a job without another in place
I never want to grow old but know I must
I never want to have dark days like I’ve had before, and fear may resurface again
I never want you to turn your face from me
I never want to lose my faith, my hope, my trust
But if I lose any of these things
Lift me up and carry me
Because I never want to lose the heart of me
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