Please just one more Saturday Fishing
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Posted:May 19, 2010 5:32 pm
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Just One More Saturday
He always came to me
When he had a booboo
I would clean the abrasion
Detol, he was always brave
His little face scrunched in pain
But never a sound escaped his lips
I would cover his booboo
With a snoopy bandaid his favourite
Every Saturday without fail
We went fishing together,
I taught him to bait his first hook....
I laughed so hard tears running down my face
The worm kept slipping off his hook
His concentration so poignant
Reminding me of his father
when on this same jetty
On this same lake
I taught him to catch his first fish,
it was almost as small as a sardine
he was so proud
you would have thought
he had caught the grand daddy
of all barramundi
I was there the night when
he brought his first
steady girlfriend home to meet
his grandma and I
He was so shy, yet proud ,
so protective of her
Just like he was with his sisters..
I was there when the night
He came to me after Supper
We spoke we had our first
Angry words that night
I tried to stop him,
But as his father before him
He was quiet but stubborn
But pop, you must see
It is the right thing to do,
Please pop please
Give me your blessing
He came over to me
Bent down, and took my hands in his
And repeated
Pop it is the right thing to do
You know that
So I went to the bus top with him,
Held him tight in my arms
And unashamedly I kissed him
Let the tears fall unheeded
Down my face
I stood there till the bus had been out of sight
For a long time; still waving
I was there when he graduated,
Despite my misgivings
I was so proud of him
Here he stood tall and proud,
Hugging his grandma and I
Who was this tall young man?
He had come to the academy
A young boy barely shaving,
Now a confident you man
Stood before me
All the proud young men
All with the pride our nation
Resting on their young
Enthusiastic shoulders
I was there when he boarded
The massive troop carrier plane
To fly away to that far off land
I was there when the car pulled up
Next to the front kerb
Outside our home
I was there when two young men
Sat my wife and I down
Explaining how brave he had been
And how he had been loved by all,
How proud our nation was
Of his sacrifice
I was there when they gave me the flag
Of a grateful nation
I was there when they fired off a volley
Of rifle shots in his honour
I was there when many of his comrade
In arms came and told my wife and I
What a fine young man he had been
And how they had be honoured
To call him friend...
But I was not there
When he was lowered into the cold earth
I had been there when a grateful nation
Buried his father my
I was there when the lights
Went out of his wife�s eyes
Slowly retreating from the world
I am here now teaching
His and
My grandchildren how
To put the worm on the hook
I wish I could have gone fishing
With both my boys
�Just one more time�.
As I sit here now quietly
Fishing with my grandchildren
I offer up a fervent prayer
I hope to hell a grateful bloody nation
Does not bury my great grandson
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Her Time for Dreaming
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Posted:May 19, 2010 4:21 pm
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....Her Day for Dreaming
The sun has climbed the hill
It is on the downward slope of the day,
She throws the keys into the dish
Takes off her shoes and pads into her bedroom
Takes of her public clothes and face
Gets into her...herself clothes and face
Takes her hair out f its confines, runs her hands through it
Easing the tension, she sighs
Her bed looks so inviting, but no not yet
She pads out into the kitchen puts on the kettle
Takes down her favourite mug, it is huge
Opens up the tin of freshly ground coffee...oh god the aroma
A smile on her face, she gets two
Of her first attempt at Greek shortbreads
Her coffee is made her biscuits on a plate,
Awww hell why not;
She has some of her passionfruit butter
She put a small dab on the plate,
Shrugs her shoulder and adds a large dollop
She opens the side door and slips out onto the veranda
There is a full moon; her garden full of herbs
Smells so wonderful
She sits on the cane lounge pulling up the blanket
The night is fresh and chilly; she takes a sip of the coffee
Sighs a deep contented sigh,
Dips the biscuit into the passionfruit
Closes her eyes and savours the taste
Yes it is time, time yes it is her time for dreaming
It is her time to remember
It is her time to reminisce....
Her cousin found her the next morning
She had come to pick her up
For the weekly Coffee date
She sat there, opposite her
Te tears streaming down her face
Yet a smile hovered there as well
She looked on Pagans face
There was calmness
Serenity
She looked so fragile
Once more she was young and attractive
The smile curving her lips showed
She was happy again
The pain was gone
Goodbye, my friend, sweet journey
Goodbye Pagan till we meet again
With heavy heart she went back inside
Found Pagan book of telephone numbers
And commenced dialling the first
Of the calls she would have to make
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Enough is enough
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Posted:Apr 16, 2010 12:25 pm
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I was going to keep writing about my life, the good and the bad, but I have changed my mind.
I have closed the door on my past, and am ready to move on.
It has taken many years to get here.
What do they say, those who can do those who can't teach
I guess that is what I have done most of my life, I have a gift of being able to heal others,
Smiling but was not able to help myself.
But that is changing, I am getting better and my life is moving forward, slowly, but at a pace I can handle all the new things I am learning and feeling.
Instead of the bad times I am going to write of the good times and the trips I have been so lucky to have had and the incredible propel it has been my luck and rivi ledge to meet along the way.
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Memories...Part 2 and 3
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Posted:Apr 13, 2010 8:21 am
Last Updated:May 19, 2010 6:19 pm
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These poems loosely based on my life,
is is both cathartic and healing,
things I have kept hidden deep inside me
that has over the years corroded me
making me sometimes wary of trusting people,
sometimes searching for love...
in the wrong places and
with the wrong people,
knowing they cannot give me what I want.
However when a decent person does come along
do everything to destroy it,
too scared to take a chance
that this time they may actually love me
warts and all.
I am sorry to inflict this long and
sometimes rambling words on you...
but then it really was not for you
this time it was for me,
and in writing this I have
started breaking the chains of fear,
hurt, the lack of confidence,
but find I am growing stronger,
as I finally meet me an surprisingly
I quite like me.... in my own humble way....
laughter filling my heart
Part Two
Waiting Etty closed her eyes again
Deep in the past she smiled, remembering
Charles had come charging in the back door
He picked Etty up n his arms and hugged
And kissed her while swirling her around
Etty it is a miracle, I have wonderful news
Smiling, Etty told him to put her down, tell
Me sweetheart�..
You know the young Scottish couple
working At my brother Franks hotel.
Well he grabbed Her hands
as the words tumbled out.
Frank and I were in the gardens
looking to see where we could build
the bungalows to rent out to
returning servicemen and their wives.
That poor wee was out in the open
Again, nothing but a nappy on, in this
Cold weather, well frank was furious
as was I at their treatment of the wee bairn
The wee one was coughing so hard�
she was blue with cold
He banged on the door of their quarters
Frank and he had a very heated discussion
telling him to stop neglecting his
, or he would call the police
He was drunk again�..the only reason
Frank had not fired him was the wife and
Go to hell, if you think you can do better
Then take the brat, she is nothing but
Trouble. He proceeded to kick the washing
Basket at us� Good riddance
He yelled over his shoulder as he staggered off
Charles said he gently picked up the basket
as if it was he most precious cargo in the world
He went to the couple�s quarters, meaning
To return the , hoping
It was only the drink talking
The wife opened the door
My husband says you want her
Good she is too much trouble
For us, take her she is yours.
Charles stood in front of them
Disbelief written on his face
Etty turned t him, then where she is
Charles where is she�.
Hush�. Etty I want To make sure
it is all legal so they
Cannot either try and blackmail us
Or come back several years from now
Saying they have changed their minds
I went and saw a solicitor to-day
They are drawing up the papers
The next three days were the Longest
In Etty and Charles life
Finally the call came, come and pick up the
Papers, they took a Justice of the Peace
With them to witness the signatures
Carrying the brand new bassinets
They knocked on the door
The papers were signed, the
Given over, when Etty gazed at her
She saw the ugliest infant she had
Ever seen, her whole body
Was covered with scabs
Her head was so thick with cradle cap
She could not tell what color it was
Then she opened her eyes
They were huge and an amber color
She was no more than six months
Old but already there was an acceptance
A sadness and such a solemn unblinking
Stare, Ettys heart went out to her and it was
Instant love for this so dirty, stinking scrap
Of humanity
As Charles and Etty as well as the justice
began to leave, the husband
called Charles aside,after a few words
Charles knocked the man down
and walked away disgust clearly
showing on his face
Charles was always a gentle man
So Etty was shocked ,
Charles was as white asa ghost
his whole body trembling, that that Bastard...
shaking his head, he tried to make me
pa money to him,
to make up for all the trouble
money she had cost them
Etty hurried Charles to their car
before there was any more trouble,
and in case they changed their mind
It took ten days for Etty and her mother
to gently pry And remove
all the cradle cab From her head,
what a wonderful Surprise
she had the most amazing
Burnished copper/auburn hair
Etty put a calico rabbit dressed in
A dress and shoes as well as pearls
Around her throat, all sewn down
So they could not be swallowed�
She looked at it but did not reach for it
Etty taking her on her lap with the rabbit
Tried again�. This is Mrs. Hoppity, she is
Sad, she has not little girl to hug her,
That night when she went in to check on her
Mrs. Hoppity was clasped firmly in her arms
The bunny became a fixture,
Where she was so was bunny�.
Even to this day a tattered,
Worn Mrs. Hoppity has pride of place
In her bedroom
End Part 2
Part three
Her name was Shirley Dawn�. No
That is a horrible name that will
Restrict her in her life�.
Shuddering Etty�s Mother said�..
No, She reminds Me of my cousin�.
I think you should Call her
Isabelya Sarah�..
my cousin Was a remarkable woman
travel ling The world, going
where most women would not�.
She was a strong intelligent
Woman� yes that is her Name�.
Mother, we had thought to name
Her after Charles mother�
Smiling at him�..
Charles ever the diplomat, the
Peace maker answered
Why not combine
Both the names
So that tiny solemn little girl became
Isabelya Krystinne SarahAmelyia Pagan
They recited the name several times
Liking the sound of the names
That was the day Isabelya first smiled
In time she changed from the silent little
One into a giggling adventurous
Loving
During the day she would never be far
From Ettys side, but at night
When Charles returned from work
She would totter over to him on
Her chubby little legs,
holding up her arms
They would go through their
nightly ritual His blowing bubbles
on her stomach, her delighted laughter
filling the living room
She would fall asleep in his arms
He would carry her into bed,
immediately She would wake up
Reach and hold up
A book for him to read to her
She remembered Bella�s 4th birthday,
Charles Had built a huge
a huge dolls' house, A caravan
to attach to a bright red
dodge peddle car
She had decorated the house
Making curtains, floor coverings,
Everything a doll family would need
There was a large Blondie wedding doll
Blocks, and other small items plus
Several rag books
Etty and Charles had well natured ly
Bickered saying their gift would capture
Her attention first.
In her brand new birthday dress
Belya her eyes wide
Surveyed the array of presents,
With Baited breath they waited
Which would She goes to first�.
Belya made a beeline straight
for the books and sat there
several hours passed as she
looked and re looked
At them� a smile on her lips..
The next day Etty went out and
Purchased the entire 24 Volumes
plus the atlas Of the
Encyclopedia Britannica,
each week when they went shopping
a golden book would join
the groceries In the trolley
Then the dreaded day dawned �
Ist day of school, Belya had been up
So early, she was dressed in her new
Uniform, her teeth cleaned three times
Asking was her lunch ready, was it time
To go yet�.
Jumping up and down so excited, we began
The walk down the street to the school gates
Etty walked her to the class room,
it was Etty Who clung and wept,
Belya was so excited toBe with other ,
but when she saw the wall of books,
it was as if nothing else but the books existed,
In the end the teacher asked Etta to leave
Belya thrived at school,
her enquiring mind an asset
It soon became apparent
Belya had almost total Recall
and a photographic memory
When most 5 years olds
were entering grade 1
4 year old Belya
after three weeks in Grade 1
was entering grade 4
At 8 she was in Junior High
Gradually etta saw a change in Belya,
she was withdrawing,
she still loved reading and learning
but the glow in her eyes had gone
Belya was enrolled in a Special Private school
Her IQ was tested; there was talk
of her entering University at 11 years of age
Charles and Etta put their foot down�
Belya was equal if not ahead of most 1st year
Uni students,
but emotionally she was not ready
Slowly the glow in her eyes returned
She made friends and realized she was not a freak
One afternoon she came home to find her
Grandmother there, her eyes red with weeping
They took her to a large building, a hospital
There in a white bed looking very tiny
and so white herself was Etta
Kiss your mama goodbye she was urged
She refused; no mama was not going
to leave Her and daddy�
the doctors were surprised
There was this 11 year old
Talking like an adult telling her mother
What was wrong with her in?
Full medical terms� she would stop
Think a minute and then put it in
Language her mother would understand
Every morning before school and after
Sometimes at lunch she would be found
In CCU telling her mother what she
had done since her last visit
Reading sometimes articles
from the newspaper, or from
the Australian Women's Weekly
and explaining how she and daddy
missed her so she had to get
better and come home to them
Charles tried to keep up a positive
Attitude in front of Belya and her mother
But at night he would sit slumped in his chair,
His loss of weight so noticeable that Belya
Began to worry
One day Etty opened her eyes
Within two weeks she was home
In a month everything was back to normal
End Part three
Part four
The years flew, but now
there was a new problem
Charles and Etta loved
this remarkable
But they did not understand her
She would be dropped at her local
Catholic Church to attend mass,
But when they returned to pick her up
she was no-where to be found
So they started the rounds
of all the different
Churches, temples, mosques
Until she would be found
Asking questions about religion
Other times she would go missing
Only to be seen sitting n a cafe trying
Italian, Chinese, Greek so many different
Ethnic foods,
not seeing problem thinking
It was normal to go and eat there
She would go to the parks for hours
Listening to the men and women on
the soap boxes
It was not unusual for her to
engage them in Conversation
Charles and Etta were so proud of her
When she at 13 graduated
with her fist Masters degree,
the first of many
At 15 Belya came to them,
I need to see the World
I am tired of studying
Both said no and angry words
were exchanged Belya would not
accept that she was too young, a
Charles Etty, let her go her grandmother said
Remember she is named after my cousin
She has the same need to travel,
learn experience, besides
she is going with Heather
she is 18 and a sensible gown to earth lass
Belya had her best friend Heather
Boarded a plane bound for Durban South Africa
The both had a small back pack,
several changes of clothes and $500
in traveler�s chegue and a further 200 rand
The next 12 months flew by, Belya thrived
Meeting new people of all colors
and ethnic backgrounds,
she listened met and heard Steve Beeko talk
She visited and cried
at the memorial stones for
the of Soweto
Travel led to Namibia, when she encountered
The elephants and the great cats
Her love for Elephants and the great cats
Began that day as did her love of Africa
She and heather volunteered at game parks
Refugee camps�. And so they crissed crossed
Africa finally ending up in Cairo
Sadly she heeded Heathers cries of
Home sickness, they landed back in Sydney
Etty and Charles were so glad she was home
Hardly recognizing this sophisticated and mature
Young woman before them
She returned to Uni, and her studies
deciding continue her medici al
Studies ,specializing in mental disorders
She joined the Army , the Medical corps
She loved her work, and found she was
An empathy which help greatly
To understand and help her patients
That is where she met him, a fellow
Doctor, in her eyes he was perfect
Mother, mother, Belya called, Etta came
Back from her memories, her breath
Caught in her throat, standing before her
Was a vision, her baby in silk, crystals
and pearl gown very simple in its style
elegant, tears sprung to her eyes,
a nod of the head Belya smiled, laughed
and in a whirl and rustling of silk
she was gone again,
There were a few minor alterations,
she had decided upon a very short veil
more like a floral wreath with netting
coming down over her eyes.
Her baby was a grown woman who would
Within the month walk down the isle
To be joined in marriage
to her prince charming
She would be beginning another life then,
but
she would still be her baby
always she would be her baby
End Part four
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Memories
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Posted:Apr 11, 2010 7:09 am
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Memories of Yesterday and to-days Happiness
Part 1.
She took the cup of tea offered
By the young lady,
She noted the fine bone china,
The crystal milk jug and sugar pot,
The tiny delicate cucumber
And watercress sandwiches
Their crust removed
Delicate but rich little cakes�
She smiled
She closed her eyes and found
She back, back where it all began
She and Charles both desperately
Wanted , she knew it would
Be difficult maybe even impossible
Because of her medical history,
That and being born what was
Then known as an infantile twin
Little Elizabeth had lost her fight
After 6 days of struggling to breath
Her tiny eyes closed.
They sat before this new doctor
With hope in their eyes
I am sorry Mr. and Mrs. Eastwinds
I have thoroughly gone over
Both your tests, Mrs. Eastwinds
I am very sorry but you are barren.
The tears rolled down my face and
Became hard racking sobs shaking
My whole body.
Oh my sweet Etty, we knew it might
Be so�..
But Charles I so wanted to give you a
Hush, now dry your eyes, I married you,
Not a baby making machine�.
Well now let us go and have a nice cuppa
That will cheer you up.
She often said that day in the office
Of the specialist, she felt Elizabeth
She felt her whisper in her ear
That all would be well, and she had
Been sent to be her angel�her
Guardian angel.
Etty threw herself into doing�.
They were not wealthy, and Charles
Was newly released from the Army �
Carrying a certificate stating
Medical discharge �
Heart and Lung Problems
Charles was such a gentle man
But he had signed as thousands
Of young Australians had
To serve their nation
He had been sent to Singleton to train
He had spent time in Western Australia
And at dinner parties later in life
Delighted in telling how they made a
Fortune off Septic Tanks, selling them
Cases of Horehound beer
At three times the going rate.
How his best mates, Jacko, and Ernie
Had killed themselves laughing
When the Yanks proceeded
To get dead drunk on it
Why had they laughed� why everyone
Knew it was a soft drink like ginger beer
Well everyone except the Yanks
He put his share into the bank, it was
Quite a substantial amount in the 40�s
Charles next deployment was to Darwin
He was there when the Japanese bombed
The city. He was there helping the civilians
Trying to calm their fears that they
Were about to be invaded by the Japanese
Charles would tell, how his bazillion
Were given new orders,
They took the long hot dusty trip
In army trucks back to Sydney.
They boarded the troop ship,
Packed in like sardines most choosing
To kip out on deck, with hundreds
Lining the Heads of Sydney harbor, the
Ship sailed out to the sound of bagpipes,
Songs, cheering and signs written
Out wishing them a safe and speedy
Return, he also remembered
There was not cloud in the sky
They had been underway for some time
In International waters and where only a
Few days earlier another troop ship had been
Torpedoed and all sailors,
Soldiers and the nurses on board
Had lost their lives
A hissing and a rattle and then they were
Listening as the news the War in the
Pacific was over�.
The boat was turning around
And heading back to Sydney
Back to their loved ones
A great cheer and a shout went up
Happiness, wonder, and relief
Surging through them�..
They had survived, they were unhurt
They were going home�..
Within two hours of landing
At Darling Point� Sydney Harbor
Charles was knocking on Ettys door
He was so nervous,
He asked to see her father,
His face was white
He had rehearsed his speech
Over and over till it was word perfect
He found himself stumbling and
Stammering, he knew he was not
Making sense, he could see the
Amusement his Mr. Kenya�s eyes
Sit down Charles there is something I
I think you need to know before I give
Or with hold my blessing
Charles it is highly probable that Etty
Will be unable to bear you
She is not a real woman Charles.
Bernard often told us of that day
How Charles had clenched his fists,
His eyes blazing, and through clenched
Teeth trying to contain his anger
Mr. Kennya in my eyes etty is perfect
I wish to spend the rest of my life with
Her.
Bernard said that was one of three times
He ever saw Charles blazing with anger
Mrs Eastwind, may I refill your tea�
Mrs. Eastwind?
She opened her and smiled at the
Young girl who had brought her back
To the present
As her cup was being refilled
Isabella came before her
Whirled around, uncertainty
Written on her face
Turning to Look at Etty
A slight shake of the head
Isabella was gone
As quickly as she had appeared
End part one
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One more Saturday fdishinbg
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Posted:Apr 6, 2010 4:23 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 3:8 am
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He always came to me
When he had a booboo
I would clean the abrasion
Detol, he was always brave
His little face scrunched in pain
But never a sound escaped his lips
I would cover his booboo
With a snoopy bandaid his favourite
Every Saturday without fail
We went fishing together,
I taught him to bait his first hook....
I laughed so hard tears
running down my face
The worm kept slipping off his hook
His concentration so poignant
Reminding me of his father
when on this same jetty
On this same lake
I taught him to catch his first fish,
it was almost as small as a sardine
he was so proud
you would have thought
he had caught the grand daddy
of all barramundi
I was there the night when
he brought his first
steady girlfriend home to meet
his grandma and I
He was so shy, yet proud ,
so protective of her
Just like he was with his sisters..
I was there when the night
He came to me after Supper
We spoke we had our first
Angry words that night
I tried to stop him,
But as his father before him
He was quiet but stubborn
But pop, you must see
It is the right thing to do,
Please pop please
Give me your blessing
He came over to me
Bent down, and took my hands in his
And repeated
Pop it is the right thing to do
You know that
So I went to the bus top with him,
Held him tight in my arms
And unashamedly I kissed him
Let the tears fall unheeded
Down my face
I stood there till the bus had been out of sight
For a long time; still waving
I was there when he graduated,
Despite my misgivings
I was so proud of him
Here he stood tall and proud,
Hugging his grandma and I
Who was this tall young man?
He had come to the academy
A young boy barely shaving,
Now a confident you man
Stood before me
All the proud young men
All with the pride our nation
Resting on their young
Enthusiastic shoulders
I was there when he boarded
The massive troop carrier plane
To fly away to that far off land
I was there when the car pulled up
Next to the front kerb
Outside our home
I was there when two young men
Sat my wife and I down
Explaining how brave he had been
And how he had been loved by all,
How proud our nation was
Of his sacrifice
I was there when they gave me the flag
Of a grateful nation
I was there when they fired off a volley
Of rifle shots in his honour
I was there when many of his comrade
In arms came and told my wife and I
What a fine young man he had been
And how they had be honoured
To call him friend...
But I was not there
When he was lowered into the cold earth
I had been there when a grateful nation
Buried his father my
I was there when the lights
Went out of his wife�s eyes
Slowly retreating from the world
I am here now teaching
His and
My grandchildren how
To put the worm on the hook
I wish I could have gone fishing
With both my boys
�Just one more time�.
As I sit here now quietly
Fishing with my grandchildren
I offer up a fervent prayer
I hope to hell a grateful bloody nation
Does not bury my great grandson
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Posted:Apr 1, 2010 7:31 am
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Her father Cried and left
the day she came ito the world
Where was his , he had paid
He had paid three of his prize goats
The witchdoctor had read the signs
A man a strapping strong warrior
Her mother was worn out
so many so close together
She looked at her newest baby
She was an Obeah woman herself
This one this tiny one would survive
She blessed her named her
Closed her eyes passed to the next world
Her grandmother sighed another one
The would be left with her
Kanyia had no the gods denied her
she came to the Grandmother, let me take her
My husband is the headman's brother
My husband is a great warrior
We will give you 5 goats
We will give you a house
a plot of land strong boy to help you
and the other cfhildren farm the land
You will never go hungry again
Kanyia and Umpldea doted on the
before long she was crawling
Next she walked, she followed her new father
wherever he was she would not be far behind
she would go to his weapons and try and lift them
till he took pity and made her weapons
of her own build for her stature
She had magnificent eyes, a rare color azure
Her hair a lighter shade with burnished copper
and sliver running through it....her skin lighter
than those around her
Her father could deny her nothing
So he secretly taught her to hunt,
to read the signs, to track the animal
to his lair and dispatch it quickly
Her mother taught her the womanly arts
bread making, curing the meat
spinning cotton into fine cloth
spinning wool into thread.. weaving
into plain or patterned material for garments
To Weave carpets to warm the house
As she grew into a young lady all the young
men came to ask her father for her hand
None did she favor, till one day
A stranger stopped at their well
asking to taste its cool sweet water
He saw her and the scribes and story tellers
say it was love at first sight
The stranger returned to Joespha house
This time we brought 50 Camels and 200 goats
The parents were stunned such a price
had never been herd of, for a woman
So Joespha travel led to her new husbands' land
What a surprise awaited,
from the tent existence
of her nomadic tribe
she found herself in a stone palace
waited on by dozens of servants
Dressed in diaphanous robes,
covered in jewels
her hair washed and brushed till it gleamed
Tales of her beauty, her wit and her
ability to outhuint most men spread throughout
the Kingdom, many Princes, Magi and scholars
travailed to the court to see this woman
her husbands' court became famous through out
the ancient civilizations
So her life continued in this way
till the sudden death of her husband
In a time when women had no say
She had a say she took over the Kingdom
she ruled with wisdom, compassion
She became a legend ....scholars - archaeologists
school are still fascinated to this day
this born into poverty, unwanted
adopted into a tribe of nomads
Rose to become a legend, famous unto today
Who was this beauty, huntress
female ruler of an ancient kingdom-
She was the Queen
The queen of Sheba
 
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A perfect day
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Posted:Mar 30, 2010 2:18 am
Last Updated:Apr 14, 2010 4:46 am
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Poem - A Perfect Day
He carried her so tenderly
Taking her to her favourite place
Her garden overlooking the beach
He plumps the pillows on the day bed
A sigh of contentment is softly released
Thank you darling
I love being at home
here in my garden
Looking out over the beach
Her eyes are glowing,
Her cheeks lightly flushed
Oh look at him, dam he is good
Her eyes follow the young surfer
Riding the crest of the wave
He pours her a cool drink
a refreshing fruit Juice.
He sits beside her content
Now and again he strokes her hair
And holds her hand
His love of this woman
Shining through his eyes
Sitting silently beside her
He remembers the first day they met
His lips curving into a smile
What a bitch he thought her
But over the duration of the trial
His respect for her grew,
He was mesmerized by her ability
To bring competent intelligent
men and womento stumbling,
stammering, sweating confused
witnesses in court
She had won the case of course,
But that had not mattered,
After the jury had delivered
their verdict,The pats on the back
the commiserations
He asked her out for coffee
Six months later He had moved n
Sharing her quaint old fashioned
Beach house, the house so like her
Quaint and old fashioned
on the outside,
The inside new modern,
Full of light and amazing colour.
Mementos from her travel,
seemingly placed randomly,
but the effect
Exradonary... homely, comfortable
And so welcoming.
The Nanny had returned
From and outing to the beach
The adorabl twins running
to their mother
Jumping up on the day bead
Both trying to tell her
of their adventures
Showing her the shells
they had found along the sea shore
God they were the spitting image
of their mother, The huge Emerald eyes
the wavy abundant silver blond hair
the intelligence already starting to show
With bits of him thrown in as well.
Her eyes alight with love for her babies
Laughter filling the garden
He could see the fatigue
beginning toclouding her eyes
Her body drooping a little
He went to take the twins
She raised her hand and shook her head
Let them have their baths,
I promise they can come back then
So the twins were taken by their nanny
Their voices giggling and good naturedly
Teasing each other..
She lay back, closing her eyes before Long
Her chest was rising gently
in the rhythm of sleep
He sat there just looking
at this Exquisite, woman
he called wife, His best friend,
his right arm....God he loved her
His mind remembering,
the smile on his face deepening
The twins returned,
not so exuberant,
their little hands rubbing their eyes,
sleepy..... Mummy,
Please read us some more of Harry Potter
both begged they produced a book
as if my magic a Harry Potter sequel
the “Half blood Prince,
She began reading
from where they had left of
Before long both were fast asleep
For a long time she sat looking at them,
As if trying to commit them to memory
Finally, in a soft but hoarse whisper
Please put them to bed my Love
He came back, her eyes were closed
There was a raspy sound to her breathing
A light breeze had spring up
He covered her with the afghan
She had so lovingly
and painstakingly
Crocheted last autumn
He smiled, remembering
the soft curses,
The many unpickings
till she was satisfied
She was so proud of her efforts.
She opened her eyes,
Reached for his hand
With eyes full of love...whispered
I love you my darling, you have given me
So much joy in our life together
Hasn’t it been a perfect day?
Yes my love a perfect day,
Yes it was, please hold me Eric
I am feeling a little cold
He sat down on the day bed
Taking her on his lap, his arms
gentling cradling her
There they sat,
Watching life played out
On the beach below them
As the sun set, he felt her slip away
Still he held her,
His eyes streaming tears
Adieu my sweet love, wait for me
Wait for me till we can be together again
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Each Year
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Posted:Mar 26, 2010 9:07 am
Last Updated:Mar 26, 2010 5:31 pm
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To celebrate the day of her birth
Her father purchased a block of land
Three acres with a small underground spring
He bought a Weeping willow and planted
it at the Spring
On her first birthday the family had a Punic
They drove to the Land
He planted an Oak tree,
upon his shoulders he carried his pride and joy
he carried her around all the land
telling her this was her land, to love
to nurture, he told her he would help her
her second birthday came
again a picnic on the land
This year with a tiny shovel
she helped her father plant another willow
and a Magnolia tree
Her third birthday again they came to the land,
this time there was a baby brother
Her father proudly took his showing him
He squirmed and screamed till he was back
in his mothers arms being petted and rocked
The fathers eyes were monetarily sad
as he looked at his .... no land would be bought
Laughing his red haired tomboy of a
tugged at his pants...aww come daddy we have
three trees to plant
Two grevillias were planted to attract the birds
And at the entrance a Deep red Cam elia
That day the foundation of the stable was laid
Whenever he could her father came to the land
he made the Little spring fed billabong larger
He did not put any livestock on the land as yet
It became a ritual father and
would come to the Land each birthday
plant the trees, shrubs, and flowers
An automatic timer was put on a sprinkling system
the water taken from the fresh water spring
The mother and would go to the Art Gallery
or the would go to the theatre
Brother and sister were so different
like chesse and chalk but
a great love was between them
The Land over the years became so beautiful,
the rose garden , with so many varities,
so many colors - standards, minatures
tea roses, floribunders masses of color
their aroma carried by the breezes
Magnolias, Cam elias, Gardenias,
trees shrubs and flowers
the tulips and the daffodils,
Rununculas, lilly of the valley
all growing and multiplying each year
till the lower land look like a sea of color
surrounding the bilabong
So many birds of all different species
brilliantly coloured parrokeets,
lorokeets, galahs, cockatoos, kookaburras,
bower birds, sparrows,
sizes now made the land and the trees their home
It was nothing to see Kangaroos and Wallabies
jumping and grazing on the willows on the land
Even a Koala family had moved in
and lived high in the Eucalyptus tree
Now there were state of the art Chicken pens
A Barn that would house farming equipment
and any livestock his might want to have
His was in her teens now
and often let her guide troop camp out
to earn their outdoor badges on her land
She noticed, ducks had taken up
residence on the billabong
Then the day came she had to say goodbye
Her father and his company were being deployed
they were going to a land far away a land
so totally different from their own
a land torn asunder by war and persecution
She and her brother were both n University now,
he studying to be a doctor
she and agricultural engineer
He came with her to the land and helped
prune and tend the garden
She had a part time job now and saved every cent
Her goal to build a house her dream home on her land
it would be a simple cottage...one bedroom a bathroom
a kitchen and living area, as she could afford she would
add to it....
She looked forward to the day
when she would sit in her own
verandah enjoyng the vista of her home
Her brother found her there
staining the wooden floors
the Look on his face told her it was bad
They brought him home
they buried him under the giant Ghost gum
on the rise so he could look out on the land he loved
She got her degree, and worked all over the world
But her happiest times was coming home to "Sanctuary"
adding to her home, expanding it...
adding bits and pieces she has bought on her travels
She married a man from a far off land and they had twins
they came home to Live and enjoy Sanctuary,
she carried on the tradition her father started, planting
or adding a farm animal
for each of her on their birthday
Now it is my home, my sister lives in New York
She is a lawyer with a family of her own.
And I, well I am a teacher,
and I lived here I tend my grandfather,
my mother and fathers graves
as they lie side by side overlooking
our home, enjoyng the beauty of their endeavors,
listening to the birds
The soft breezes rustling the leaves
Sometimes as I sit here on my veranda
I am sure I can see them, laughing, running, singing
Planting, tending and loving their Sanctuary
       
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Mortal Goddess
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Posted:Mar 26, 2010 2:39 am
Last Updated:Mar 26, 2010 2:43 am
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My first introduction to my goddess....
Typing the words to a Song
"I kissed a girl and I liked it"
Her laughter and love of life
was so strong it jumped off the page
I was fascinated
Intrigued
Mesmerized
For Weeks she led me a merry chase
Flirting, danging with me n a room
Drinking me under the table
but all the while, my admiration grew
Who was this lady,
She charmed all she met
I watched as so many
fell under her spell
She was unashamedly sensual
Proud of her Sexuality
comfortable within her skin
She was all I wanted to be
Some were envious, jealous
Some vitriolic in their condemnation
Mainly those she had said no to
or unfrocked them as very unpleasant people
Then one morning a normal morning
She started flirting,
I just took it for the normal flirt
Then she whispered in my ear
"Lem I kissed a girl and I liked it"
Do you?
My heart started beating
My pulse racing,
my palms hot and sweaty
My fingers hovering over the Keys
Lord, please imagination
do not let me down
My fingers started flying over the keys
For the next hour she took me to Heaven
Lord what she did and I in turn
I had only ever dreamed off
Sitting at my PC this shy and reserved lady
I changed I turned into a Siren
A sensual confident woman, taking what I wanted
At the end of it, I sat there having had
the best organism I have ever had
Drained, smiling, my body alive,
For the first time in m any years
I was alive, confident, not ashamed
I could live out my sexual hopes and dreams
That was the day I fell in love with my goddess
that was 2 and a half years ago
in that time, we have argued, made up
Nearly let a man come between us,
When I was ill, she was there, when I was depressed
she was there, always there supporting me
caring for me, and I in return
frustrated her, drove her mad
hurt her and made her cry
But even then she was always there for me
I put her on a pedestal called er my goddess
that was so unfair
we have gone through so much
both have threatened to walk away
but always, always we came back
Now I have realized she is a mortal woman
a great and intelligent one
She has her fears and her achilles heels
but through it all she is my friend, my confident
The holder of my soul, and she is my mortal goddess
She is the lady who will be on my lips
when I breath my last,
Thanking her for her friendship and her love
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He Sleeps
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Posted:Mar 23, 2010 7:31 am
Last Updated:Mar 26, 2010 5:38 pm
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Sitting on the patio deep in thought
I had never seen you like that before
You are always my tower of strength
Tonight you crumpled
You came apart at the seams
I sat there numb and silent
I let you down,
the one time you needed me
I let you down
As if I have the world on my shoulders
I very slowly walk into our bedroom
I sit on our bed and look at you,
I see the boy you were, the carefree boy
The Young man so serious and dedicated
You were going to make the world a better place
By you being here you accomplished hat
the World is a better place having you i it.
The man who went down on bended knee
asking shyly, and very nervously to be his wife
The look on your face
as you held our new born In your arms
Again when you held our twin daughters
Your job taking you away from us
The calls from all over our homeland
As you rose hg her in the Company
The late night or early morning calls
from those exotic places
your company had you travel to.
Each time you came home
there were new worry lines
but I did not want to know
I just wanted to enjoy the benefits
Did not want to see how little by little
you withdrew and kept your to yourself
You had always ben the breadwinner,
proud of your ability to provide for us
Always putting that little away
for our later years...
I knew something was wrong
the moment I saw you
walk in the door
but again I did not want to know
it might disrupt my carefully manicured life
Sitting here the tears falling
down my face silently
Oh my friend, my confident, my lover
My beloved husband, how could I be so cruel
When did I change, when did I turn
into this grasping vain cold woman
I need to tell you, it is all right
Everything Will be fine, we will be okay
They have been asking me for months
to work extra hours.... so I will say yes
I will help you update your Resume
Your spotless reputation as a Honorable man
Your steering of the departments under your control
to happy united profit making units is well known
It Will not be long before you are snapped up...
How shortsighted that company is to let yo go,
Your knowledge of different cultures
and your ease with languages
The respect you are held in
with the overseas firms yo deal with...
Why could I not say that to our face
A lock of errant hair falls across our face
Very gently and tenderly I remove it,
brushing it into our hair
Sitting here, I fall in love with you
all over again
Have I left it too late
Have I driven you away?
My hands nervously twisting
the bed covers in my anxiety
Your eyes open
I stumble over my words trying to get them out
I make such a hash of it....
I look into your eyes expecting to see disgust
coldness, distain, but no
your eyes are shining with love
Shhhh it's all right love..... Do you know how much
I love you ? dam woman you have not changed You are still the beautiful woman
I saw sketching by the lake, the vision I fell
for instantly
I take your hand, and squeeze it
We will be all right
We will weather this road bump
and be the stronger for it
I lay down on the bed, enfolded in your arms.
sighing with contentment, knowing
I am safe, loved, and once more alive
Like a young girl a young girl in love
with her beau -
My lover of thirty years, my beloved husband.
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Momma Please, See me Too
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Posted:Mar 1, 2010 5:39 am
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2010 6:08 am
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Her excitement carries her forward
Racing into the house, screen door slamming
Momma momma, I got in Momma I got in
Peta, must you make such a racket,
such a selfish , I have the headache
Sorry Momma, her voice going to a whisper
But momma I got into the Play
Mmmm what helping with the props,
you are hardly an actress dear...
not like your Sister Elanor,
well what are you doing?,
her voice flat and indifferent
I am one of the women at the well momma
I have a whole sentence, 7 words momma
Her face beaming with pride and joy
yes yes that is nice dear but your sister
Her voice swelling with pride... My beautiful
Eleanor, she has the lead, she is a star
So good to her mother, she will make me so proud
Momma I want to be an actress to,
I will make you proud of me
Momma, Momma are you listening
Momma we have to pay for our costumes,
I have to have $30.00 by Friday,
$30.00 for heaven sakes Peta,
all you ever want is money,
do you think it grows on trees...
No Mama, but I can't be in the play
if I can't to pay for the costume
You have your christmas money
from your aunt use that!!
But Momma, I was saving that
Remember the Music and Drama festival in Sydney
There will be 5 scholarships on offer
The chance to go to Naida.... Momma
When I was 14 Peta, I did not continuelybadger
my parents for money, I got a job, stop being
so lazy and expecting me to finance every
hair brain scheme you come up with
Yes Momma, I will, sorry Momma
Mother, mother are you here
Yes Eleanor in here, hello my star
Mother, I need $500,
$500 what for, Eleanor.....
The drama festival of course,
You can't possibley expect me to
wear the same dress everyday
do you rmother?
I intend to walk away with the scholarship,
so I have to dress the part...
I need it tomorrow
Oh course darling,
we will go to the bank tomorrow
Nothing is too good for my beautiful Eleanor
My future star
Peta, I hear congrats are in order,
you made the play
Her eyes light up with excitement yes...
isn't it wonderful, we will be acting together...
Brittle high pitched laughter as she lets fly
Both of you acting.... really Peta,
Eleanor is the actress you have a bit part,
get real you have no talent
they most probably felt sorry for you
or let you be In the play because of Eleanor
A look of something almost akin to hatred
flits across Eleanmorts face....
Stop it, mother
that is cruel and uncalled for..
Oh for heavens sake Eleanor,
she is always trying to grab attention
in nayway she can....
The drama festival comes
and goes as as was expected
Eleanor received a scholarship,
and as was expected Peta did not
Peta, don't give up sweetheart,
try again next year
Why do you not go the the Makeup Academy
while you wait to audition
for the intake for next year..
Learn all form of make up,
he special effects make up....
Learn your craft Peta...
learn it from the ground up
While you are waiting
you can ea rm your living
working for make-up brands
in department stores,
on weekend in the markets
doing 's face painting
Oh Eleanor, but
momma says I have no talent,
The judges did not think I had talen either,
Eleanor it is no use,
I am just not good enough
Lets face it, the best that could be said
about me is I have an interesting face
Stop it.... do not judge yourself by me...
you would be foolish, Petsa,
you have the fire,
I see it in your eyes
don't give up your dream darling ,
I believe in you
Winking at her sister....
remember Audrey Hepburn
The critics slammed her as being awkard
gangily.... she matured into an elegant
lady full of class and so much talent
...do't give up
The years had flown
as expected Eleanor became the star
but the toll and price she paid was heavy
Quietly I slipped into the hospital room
lying there in the bed
even whiter than the sheets
lay Eleanor black bruises under her eyes,
she was painfully thin
You fucking stupid idiot,
how could you do this to me
You have destroyed all my hard work,
How can I face the friends you have humilated me
you thoughtless cow,
God ....why am I burdened
with two bloody selfish daughters
I have scrimped and saved
to give both of you a better life than I had
do I get any thanks no... of course not...
the door slams behind her.
Sitting in the chair vacated by their mother,
Peta leans forward
kisses her sisters' plae cheek,,,
Elly, oh elly was it so bad,
why didn't you call me,
I would have come straight surely
you knew that, I love my big sis...
Peta, they are dumping me,I
lost the lead in that movie
Peta, it was my chancew to show I had grown
as an actress,
that I had outgrown bimbo roies
Paul, is leaving me....
Mother blames me of course,
he can do not wrong..
He is a director...a god....
beyong reproach
Momma is her usual pushy self. demanding...
Peta, I was wanted to crawl away and hide....
bursting into wracking sobs, it just got to hard
putting her arms around hersister,
tear trickling down her face hear the total
despair in her sister voice
The Golden Globe for best Screen Play
goes to Pea Jarvis......
"Momma Please, I am here too"
The Golden globe best supporting Actress
goes to Eleanor Jarvis..It is a clean sweep
the Golden globe for the best performance
by a Leading actress goers to Peta Jarvis....
The winner of the best screen play
and Academy Award recipent.... Peta Jarvis
Oh I am so glad, this is my favorite nominee...
The Academy award for the best actress
in a Dramatic Role.... Peta Jarvis
The auditorium breaks in cheers and applause
I would like to thank all the members
of the Academy who voted for me
Butfor this incredible honor
but; I would not be here
except for my wonderful, talented
and loving sister.... Elanora Jarvis.
please darling please come up we did this
together this award belong to us both.
We both survived.....together
Oh for Goodness sake
do you not know who I am...
you stupid man,
my will have your head
Let me in......
Is there a problem Michael..
this woman says she is your mother ..
Hello Mother, what can I do for you,
What do you mean darling
can't a loving mother
congratulate her beloved ,
you know how proud I am of you,
how hard I worked to help get you here...
No mother I did not realise
you still remembered you even had
a second ,
thank you for coming,
I will let Eleanor know you stopped in
to pay your respects.
Go home to the house we bought you,
the Art work, the antiques, the servants,
Your bitchy womans club
the pool and the young lover....
you have more than you deserve from us
God bye Mother
 
 
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The Daydreamer
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Posted:Feb 28, 2010 12:55 am
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2010 2:53 am
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She sits on the huge boulders on Bur leigh Headland letting the waves
tickles her toes with cool caressing tendrils
The sun is out shinning down
bringing warmth to the beach and the crowds
seeking the allure of mother ocean
The sky a beautiful azure, the color
artist try endlessly to perfect
Not a single fluffy white cloud hanging
shadowing the land beneath it
The waves roll trying to drag tiny shells, and crabs
back to the depths, lapping the beach
with a gentleness yet a hidden strength
The surfers enjoying clean breaks
riding the rails feeling all powerful
over mother nature till she dumps them
unceremoniously from their boards into her sister
Mother Ocean arms
The body surfers the thrill
riding a wave till it collapses upon the shore
frolicking laughing their chubby
little legs pumping as fast as they can
as the waves chase them up and down the beach
The sand is golden and glistening, warm and in some
places burning, but wanted, lain upon and enjoyed
Mothers sitting on the edge of the water
their babies and toddlers held tight against them
letting the water caress her treasures keeping them
safe from the capacious whims of the waves
Fathers showing their sons, their daughters
the fine art wet sand boogie boarding
The getting impatient, it's my turn dad...
Just a minute, are you watching
this is how you do it Daaaaaaad I have been watching
for an hour.......please is it my turn yet?
Sandcastle masterpieces rising proudly,elegantly the beach,
their proud turrets and walls adorned
with seaweed, shells, collected on expeditions
of adventure, the or in a world of make
believe. The brave countless dangers
sharing them with their Indy
The sea gulls and other sea birds flying,
circling and screeching above the water, diving
with precision, most times surfacing
a fish struggling his life ebbing
held firm within the steel talons
whilst yet others strut on the foreshore
loud, demanding scraps from the families, eating
their hamburgers, sausages, bread rolls all are
demanded all greedily gobbled down or fought over
running away with their prize to enjoy in private
till once more once more they return to the frey
The humanity below her play out their game of life
However are all is blind to her, she does not see
she does not watch them, laugh with them
cry with them when they fall or are denied another swim
She see none of it, instead before your sparkling eyes
Reflections, memories, need and
The large blue piercing eyes
sometimes hidden by the pitch black eyelashes
the ruby red pouting lips, sensual and inviting
The blue black hair shining with hidden highlights
flowing, bouncing, dancing down her ivory back
Her long scarlet nails as they rake the body
bringing shivers and pleasure at once
the Long legs wrapped around her lovers body
the slightly husky voice whispering endearments
one moment and obscenities demanding, begging
cajoling pleasure to be given in the next
All these things dance before her eyes
it is all she seas, all she wants to see
the tableau playing out below her does not exist
Only she of the blue eyes only she with the sensuality
oozing from every being of her her essence Strong with
the daydreamers nostrils
All that exists is the longing, the hunger,
the yearning, the hours of waiting, emptiness to be over
So once more she is wrapped, enmeshed, mesmerized
once more she and her love are together
in their own private haven along to love and be loved
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