peace on earth
goodwill to all men
let us pray
for war's end
let us start with our own peace
of mind and of heart
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these roses
are for this lady
and her cat
sweet dear thing
she is not starting warfare
gentle peace her light
new years eve in sydney
the harbour is alight
with fireworks and music
great spectacle
boxing day sales returns
unwanted gifts cash back
the christmas spirit no
i don't think so
it's cyclonic weather
christmas spoilt for many
rain ligtning and thunder
warm winds blow rage
What's Going On ?
a new year on the horizon
wishing everyone peace of mind and heart
may you all find joy in small things
and give thanks
am always in awe
at the kindness of strangers
there are a lot of angels
out there
Merry Christmas
Happy New Year
to all of you
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some of you
have featured weekly
in my life
for ten years
you have helped me through some hard times
i thank you truly
(ma i shador all of you)
have a wonderful Christmas
see you next year
God bless you all!
CINQUAINS FOR CHRISTMAS
no fun
this ageing thing
people start to pop off
leaving us unexpectedly
too sad
no time
for reflection
just trying to survive
the slings and arrows hurled at us
by life
advice
take it slowly
day by day gratitude
deo gratias for nature's
fine gifts
blue sky
raindrops on leaves
a kookaburra's laugh
the drama of a stormy night
thank you
KIMO POETRY
For the southern hemisphere:
#1: “beach umbrellas in the sand” (7 syllables)
#2: “summer celebrations” (6 syllables)
#3: “scorching summer sunshine” (6 syllables)
Christmas
week 1985 I was shadowing a community psychiatric nursing sister with
her caseload in the deprived and depressing northern town of Runcorn.
Through
a succession of faceless maisonettes, we sat on grubby sofas and
listened to sad stories of loneliness, mental illness and substance
abuse and I watched as my mentor tried her best to keep heads above
water and bums out of the local psychiatric unit.
The last visit of the day was to a woman called Jean.
Jean
lived alone in the top of a ten story complex. She had suffered from
severe mental health problems for forty years and had recently been
placed in her home from long term psychiatric care only a few months
before.
I remember her flat very well. There was no carpet in the
hall and the living room but there was a tiny white tinsel Christmas
tree standing on top of a large black and white tv. A homemade fabric
stocking was hung on the fire surround and just two Christmas cards
were perched on the mantle.
( one of those cards having been sent by
my colleague) The flat was sparse but incredibly clean and it was
evident that Jean had been waiting for our visit all day.
In
mismatching cups we were offered coffee with powdered milk and a single
mince pie served on a paper plate and I remember sharing a sad glance
with the nurse when Jean presented us both with gifts hastily wrapped in
cheap Christmas paper. My gift was two placemats with photos of cats on
them. The nurse received a small yellow vase, and I remember Jean
beaming with delight when we both thanked her effusively for her
kindness.
When we washed up our own cups, the nurse quietly checked
the fridge, noting that several of the shelves were empty . There was a
calender on the wall with the note " NURSE COMES TODAY" written on that
day's date. Nothing else was written on it until the week of new year's
eve, where the same sentence was written.
It was the very first time that I had experienced someone who was so totally isolated in a community setting and it shocked me to the core.
i do
really i do
birds loved me as a home
kids used to play in my tree tops
so sad
was tough back then
no one camped for pleasure
in the rugged australian bush
no way
christmas hydrangeas
always out this time of year
beautiful flowers
under the shade of
a little beach umbrella
sun tan 40s style
roses
a gift from you
more precious to me now
that i know how much you love me
miss you
summer sunsets
in the country
just magical
clouds of gold
christmas extravaganza
almost extinct now
shiny green christmas beetles
memories of childhood
the stars
will only shine
when you return to me
i have disappeared into the
darkness
no way
this old lady
marched in countless protests
time to rest and enjoy a nice
cuppa
the young
must take our place
continue the good fight
for all the important causes
GO KIDS
that's us
marching along
protesting for our rights
we succeeded somewhat ..yes
really
orange yellow nasturtiums
colour the warm afternoon
nature's picture perfect art
dusk in the garden
the white cockatoos always
enjoy their afternoon tea
on granny's wide verandah
fine weather bird songs
looks like rain over the beach
la nina's at it again
can't resist flooding the spring
early summer clouds
The dodoitsu is a Japanese poetic form developed towards the end of the Edo Period, which came to an end in 1868. As with most Japanese forms, the dodoitsu does not have meter or rhyme constraints, focusing on syllables instead.”
this afternoon
taking a cab home from the hospital
the driver could sense i was very distressed
and was very supportive
on arriving home i thanked him for his kindness
and said how much i appreciated it
in the circumstances
he reduced the fare
wished me well
and said he would pray for him
beautiful geraniums
in nana's garden
a sweet easy to grow plant
no longer fashionable
i love Bach
i love God
for inspiring him
his music is filled with love
allows the soul to fly
safely to a joyful place
where no one can destroy
or hurt you
magical
miraculous
mine
the first month of sleet
late winter garden
blanket by the fire
the first month of sleet
unknown to a surfie chick
here comes the sunshine
it's spring down under and the
weather is just beautiful
late winter garden
enjoyed by northern neighbours
ours is spring blossom
floral board shorts big this year
must get some in a large size
blanket by a fire
this is the best winter treat
cuddle up cosy
with a baileys's irish cream
and colin ( mister darcy )
MR DARCY
wafts through the air
to the crystal tinkle plinks of boccherini
pink roses and carnations
sing the spring
against a matisse patterned kitchen
a still life
in an artist's little flat
This week, I’d love to know how life is for you, right now, in the place where you live. Let’s put our earth shoes on and go outside. What’s going on in your neighbourhood, town or city?
WHAT'S GOING ON BLOGSPOT....
melbourne cup fever
everyone has a bet
respite from the dramas
for an afternoon
a small gathering
at the local pharmacy
celebrated the melbourne cup
( the race that stops a nation)
it was a surprise
phillip the big hearted pharmacist
shouted his customers
to champers lindor chocolates and fresh strawberries
we watched the race on the big screen
thank you darl
i backed a french horse called absurde
he lived up to his name
by running in the wrong direction
fashion and flowers
a race that stops a nation
the melbourne cup
sunshine smiles and laughter
not all spring flowers are
grown in the garden
celebrations later on
will make for a long night
on the wall
who is the fairest
of us all
well snow white
hope you enjoy
washing steps
because now
this is your lot
lesson to be learnt
never outshine your employer
evgeny
a child genius
more than that
something else
lies beneath his awesome gift
soul soaring spirit
this domestic goddess
could not have done any of it without you
i just wanna stop
and thank you baby
for your help
how sweet it is to be loved by you
too too many times
back breaking
memories
of doing it very tough
yet i'm still here (just)
but now
i have a friend
who will help me move house
so i suppose i am lucky
at last
What's Going On.....BLOG
she likes all souls day
trick or treat
spooky witch
gives her new broom a try out
meets up with old mates
danse macabre
she just loves to dance
with the dead
skeletons
return when the dawn cock crows
till same time next year
sadness
overwhelming
put it in a big box
send it out to sea forever
floating
pandora
made a big mistake
don't open
leave it be
keep looking at the blue sky
upwards and onwards
Cinquain and Shadorma
FRIDAY WRITINGS # 100...POETS and STORYTELLERS UNITED
have the gift of a powerful imagination
the mundane made sublime
no need to visit le louvre
she wakes up to it every day
at the end of her bed
to the accompaniment of currawongs
and almost always a blue sky
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
we are surrounded by it
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pink foxglove
in a maiden's hair
so pretty
a spring treat
fashion item at the turn
of the last century
jacaranda trees
wisteria's rival wins
hands down every time
in a world gone mad
our salvation
