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tonight i went to bed
a tight wound ball of thread
with no beginning to find
the end right in the middle
sleep came sat on the edge
took the ball as sleep will
found the beginning, knitted
quietly all night into
a new hot water bottle cover
pink with the rising sun
early morning kookaburras
laughing, laughing saying such a joke
and so it is.......
a brand new day
the golden raintree
is slowly dying to the season
lighting up the dull day
with golden leaves
it is not afraid to drop its cargo
for come spring it will shine forth
with joyous green life
shading birds on hot days
my oldest friend died yesterday
yet she shines forth in children
and children's children
is life an endless death
and resurrection?
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you miss the flowering gumtree
looking down on footsteps
long gone yet repeating
the same old same old
you miss the tawnies
looking down on yesterdays
detritus hoping to find
what you are missing
that which is staring you
in the face
hear the magpies,rosellas
a thousand corellas
making snow upon the ground
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spoke his first true words
when in my arms I fed him
uh uh, thank you, so melted my heart
yet later ran a devious circle
round my trusting heart
and paid for it with life
cut short upon his motorbike
so deep the grave
upon the Skilly hill.....
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never falters no matter what
humans do to disrupt
the rhythm of life
with destructive wars
the heartbeat never falters
nor laying waste the land
with mono cultures causing
landslides in heavy rain
polluting rivers
nets scraping ocean beds
the heartbeat never falters
paint lilies appear in autumn
lorikeets screech their praises
to the flowering gumtrees
footsteps noiseless on the forest floor
the heartbeat never falters to bring hope...
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that spills over the floor
at seven each evening
watching the russian pharisee
light a candle, cross himself
while thousands suffer
bleed to death or maimed for life
at his command
still others bomb and starve
whole nations scapegoating
till it makes one puke
oh give me the sheep and dog
bringing light relief afterwards
to restore the heart to an easy beat
and let us be forgiven for our
inability to stop the raging infernos....
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a light on our path
showing the way into the day
tall trees with fulsome branches
hanging clumps of leaves
lightly rustling in the morning breeze
a horse standing quietly
listening to the murmurings
of hens slowly waking to the day
oh let us rejoice and go forth.....
I have been pondering whether to post this piece I wrote this morning with the last line...
There is so much horror and sadness in various parts of the world and we are so fortunate to live in a reasonably organized and peaceful country.
I have been reading some of the histories of the Middle East and India and China, those peoples seem not to have learned a thing, slaughtering each other with ever increasing effective weapons since history was first recorded.......
Well, this bit of poetry may well bring some joy to someone somewhere....
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to go beyond ourselves
to recognize their loyalty
is constant their trust
in us absolute their joyous
expression in life unbounded
their love for us untainted
( except at feeding times )
and their acceptance of how life is
a lesson for us all.....
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eucalyptus leaves, bark like grey silk
melaleuca paper bark smooth soft
a delight to touch, little twigs
redgum flowers like night caps
insects hide make nests
play hide and seek
tumble down deep cracks
in the black soil crickets
ibis feed on them
patrolling morning and night
silence .......
Dear Readers
It isn't always easy to leave a comment but if you can do so
perhaps use the Anonymous, I'd love to have your comment, Tineke
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hear the booming
of the bronzewing in tune
with the beating of your heart
the energy flowing
through the fibres of your being
and the day bringing forth
the beauty which you long for....
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or did we swim against it
did we hope for goodness
or did we manifest it by our
ordinary acts of bravery
in standing still to abide
thereby growing strong
because we dared stand still facing
whatever we had to face.....
hope is forever a constant
Dear Readers.....it may be difficult to put a comment on my blogs, but please do and it may have to be anon for a reason I cannot fathom.....I would love to hear what you may think of my writings..Tineke
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overcast sky again this morning
not a breath of wind
birds busy
grey clouds a backdrop
to the distant dark
mountains that were
now wooded hills
silent
close by a magpie carols
willy wagtail inspecting the patio vines
looking for a nesting site
tawny frogmouths murmering
their presence
dare to say "yes"
to this day......
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let me embrace you
so we can go through
that gate together
and find that which
we both deeply long for
and which will sustain us
to live life
as we are meant to....
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looking at the white faced heron
looking for the frog it longs to eat
the holm oak shades the water lillies
that shade the frog and goldfish
sadness knows not all three
can live to bring forth young
to populate the little space
beneath the towering gum trees
in blazing heat and temperatures
that forge steel
fish are silent frogs croak
white faced heron flies off
sadness sighs relief
turns to get on with the day....
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Sun up showers the Holm oak
with gold silent light
there is no loud fanfare
except in my heart
responding with awe
noiseless light fills cracks
where shadows cannot respond
gold starts the day
no matter how bleak the news
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on grey pavers red brick streets to a canal
shipping barges of vegetables to market
a long sea journey to a distant land
of drought heat yellow waterless plains
from that country green and lush
overgrown with people
she learned to ride a horse on those
crisp dry hills mustering sheep
shooting rabbits foxes breathing clouds
of dust in cattle yards
living in numerous dwellings
made livable by her welcoming havens
after long hard days
she buried her mother then her youngest son
next her beloved first husband
her father then a dear sister and older brother
and finally her second husband
in the early morning she sits now
contemplates the tall eucalypts
and the grey zen birds.....
