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
\
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
