Bouquet welcoming
Mothers and their offspring when
They escape their home
Tag poetry
The Light by Vonita Buirski
When all around is dark
And all you know is night
Feel the hope within
And move towards the light
Kind soul sang my words
Back to me
So I can know
My words will reach
Where they need to go
Sunshine Rose
Bright Yellow Sunshine
To be admired, captured
By exquisite Rose
School Song
Immediate response in my mind
Did I fill the world with love
Did I fill the world with love
Did I fill the world with love my whole life through
Because! My School Song
Sung at the end of every year
One hundred and fifty girls
Tucked up in a convent far away
Will I fill the world with love
Will I fill the world with love
My whole life through
It is the noontime of my life
This evening as I would type
And I look to the moonlight
Tomorrow the shining sun so bright
In vast, endless sky deep blue
And the blessing I will ask will remain
Unchanging
To be brave and strong and true
And to fill the world with love my whole life through!
Fill the World with Love
Music & Lyrics by Leslie Bricusse
Artist – Petula Clark
Album – Goodbye Mr. Chips
Lyrics – Fill The World With Love
In the morning of my life I shall look to the sunrise.
At a moment in my life when the world is new.
And the blessing I shall ask is that God will grant me,
To be brave and strong and true,
And to fill the world with love my whole life through.
(Chorus)
And to fill the world with love
And to fill the world with love
And to fill the world with love my whole life through
In the noontime of my life I shall look to the sunshine,
At a moment in my life when the sky is blue.
And the blessing I shall ask shall remain unchanging.
To be brave and strong and true,
And to fill the world with love my whole life through
(Chorus)
In the evening of my life I shall look to the sunset,
At a moment in my life when the night is due.
And the question I shall ask only I can answer.
Was I brave and strong and true?
Did I fill the world with love my whole life through?
Best Ironic Life Moment
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
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/oh-the-irony/
Melbourne Cup
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
Chilli Peppers Please
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
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/the-spice-of-success/
Sensual
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
Midnight Hour
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?
History’s Legacy
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
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