we had hit a wall no proof all the bruises cuts were results of falls we were told but we knew we knew it was a lie we have all heard the hushed stories we have our own stories we were powerless we could do nothing so we buried our suspicions along with our grief at the funeral deep in shame
MID WEEK MOTIF - POETS UNITED
abuse of the elderly finally - proof thanks to technology little spy cameras hidden in the rooms by concerned relatives
SADISTS EXPOSED
the above carer Dana Gray was sentenced to home detention for a minimum of 6 months she is allowed out to shop once a week and attend medical appointments if necessary
AUSTRALIAN GOVERNMENT CORRUPT CARE PROVIDERS SADISTIC CARERS THE MINISTER FOR AGED CARE THE JUDICIARY
been going on for decades monsters when caught get little slaps on the wrist by the judiciary
In the video, Corey Lyle Lucas, Mr Hausler's carer employed by the facility, appeared to violently force-feed Mr Hausler with a spoon, sneeze on him, eat Mr Hausler's food using his cutlery, flick his nose and pin Mr Hausler's arms down when he resisted.
The video also appeared to show Lucas attempting to suffocateMr Hausler with a large napkin The abuse his daughter recorded led to Lucas' conviction for aggravated assault. The above served only one month in prison with the rest of his sentence served in home detention.
A Sydney aged-care worker has been filmed allegedly assaulting an 82-year-old resident, hitting the man with a shoe and shoving and dragging him while trying to remove his clothes The 35-year-old man has been charged over the abuse at the home on Sydney's northern beaches, in a incident police have described as “disgraceful”.
don't get old down under our carers could teach nazis a thing or two they killed theirs outright we torture ours for years
writing on the wall for corrupt care providers burn in hell slowly
HAIKU HORIZONS abused neglected vulnerable frail old people tortured in care homes
life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit (Chevrefeuille) CARPE DIEM HOKKU
all he asked for
was
a tap which didn't drip water all night long
a new cottage green roof
a dream lamp with those swirls changing colours
never to have to wash the dishes again
tropical fish
a good drink
to drown your sorrows
a nice drop
to look forward to
after a long day at work
chill out and relax
the sun
never set on the british empire
enormous wealth generated
whilst the british workers
lived in squalid housing
diseased with low wages
the rich got richer
the poor
oh them -
fine print
designed to take your money
legal rigmarole to obscure
legal traps
there is something sad
about the dying embers of the day
each one brings us closer
to our own sunset
is it enough
to walk through
clovered coastal fields
shaded by fig trees
to ride the white foam crest of waves
to watch lightning split the dark sky
to suck the pulp from ripe passion fruit
to watch a myriad of butterflies
raid the lantana bush
to revel in the peach smell
of the solander flower
to bury one's face in the dark pink crepe myrtle
to smell the first plops of rain
on a hot tin roof
should we ask for more?
we all wear the mark of cain
so we will anyway
our greed knows no bounds
except for the saints
and precious few of them
walk amongst us
spring will be a little late this year
winter forgot his appointment
decided to turn up now
spring filled in for winter
summer has the sulks
topsy turvey
down under
weather
mad
Fussy Little Forms - Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
happy birthday nana
i loved your messy bedroom
dressing up in your fox fur and hats
rummaging in the strange world
of your dressing table drawers
a treasure trove of
potions and scent bottles
crawling in between you and grandpa
under the big pink satin duvet
was the safest feeling
i have ever known
your name was not charity
but you personified it
through every pore of your being
i miss you
i still think of you
i thank you
i love you
spring arrived early to the party this year
she's been wearing bright yellow for a month
a hen's party in full swing
young girls gathered together
bride to be excited about the big day
the geese honk and waddle
the swans walk their babies
bikes and horses are everywhere
it's busy and buzzing
everyone's out and about
hey ring a ding a ding
it's spring
and not one lover and his lass to be seen
anywhere
Sunday Second Day Of Spring -
fine weather predicted
sailing and boating day
wrong again
winter has decided to pop in
cold and grey
great afternoon for fur huggers and lounge lizards
coffee toast and venetian cookies
watching a movie reading piles of magazines
from a big comfy bed with lots of cushions
a good way to spend Fathers Day
a pin scratches across the perfect
