POETRY, CREATIVE WRITING AND WHATEVER ELSE APPEALS
........I'M WHOLE, INFINATELY WHOLE......
Jay Z

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

a beguiling covenant

Okay no say yes sir no sir
is this dot okay just here sir? 
will you give me A+ sir
if I conform to perfect sir? 

is it down to god of bell curve?
 others fail...I win?

Will formalities erode love of subject

Until

I      just       don't       want      to       look       anymore 

sir?   

Will you technify me to unspeakable bore    dom?

The bibliography must remain in conjunction to the reference list...

really???

The heart of 8th century Islamic art...beauty...culture...?

I saw colours, patterns,  faith in that work

not full stops, so now 

just     don't      care       about        grades 


Lesson learned

Thankyou Sir

Image courtesy and copywrite of Alexandra Marston.
No reproduction without permission thankyou

For the background of this poem, visit my homeschooling blog here.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Soft - Theme Thursday



Time ebbs and flows
soft,relative
to perception, physics.

Disintegrating in proportion
to speed.
Linear, circular, biological
pliable, transient.

Impression of fading memory
once lived
Now lost in the mists of.....
everything, nothing.










Monday, June 20, 2011

Brick - Theme Thursday


Each of us significant

playing our part in forming
the evolving wall of humanity.

Shared experience cements us
in love, fear, joy, pain.
Individuals strive incessantly
Courageous souls setting their course
for unity, betterment, evolution.

Undermined by apathy, hostility, neglect
creeping in and sapping strength.
Hindered, never acquiescent.
Ever mindful of the promise
Of universal oneness.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Thursday Tale

The way she looks today will stay with me forever. The graceful curve of her neck, those billowing skirts, arranged just so as she turns to answer my knock. The delicate pink skin glowing with the unconscious beauty of youth. The anticipation in her eyes that turns to concern as I lower my head to deliver the news that will send her world crashing down. My little girl will not be married today afterall....

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Sunday Scribbling

MAY IS...

Maia is the Greek goddess of fertility, from whom we derive the name of the calendar month of May. She was the eldest daughter of Atlas, and one of seven sisters, all of whom we can see in the night skies in the Pleiades constellation.


The first of May is May-Day when people all over the world dance around the maypole and celebrate the majesty of nature. Here revelers in 1907 celebrate at the National Park Seminary in the US.


It's Mothers Day and the acknowledgement of all that's given throughout the year. Here Florence Owens Thompson, 32 year old farm worker and mother of seven is shown in a pensive moment during the great depression.




May in Australia means the last days of Autumn. It means succumbing to the joys of hunkering down in front of the fire with a steaming cup of coffee and reading a good book.
Here renowned Scottish painter John Faed RA, RSA (1819 - 1902) charmingly represents My Ain Fireside a traditional Celtic song in art.

May Day in Australia
The idea of using a proletarian holiday celebration as a means to attain the eight-hour day was first born in Australia. The workers here decided in 1856 to organize a day of complete stoppage together with meetings and entertainment as a demonstration in favour of the eight-hour day.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Sunday Scribbling



Fluffy white clouds of happiness
Edge closer
Balanced upon a foil lined tray
With care
A luminous treasure, fairy shaped
Anticipation mounts
Masterpiece set down with pride
Everybody singing
Breath swells in tiny lungs
Moist exhale
Candles flicker and rekindle
Try again
Extinguished in a puff
Much cheering
Happy Birthday to me!


Sunday, April 24, 2011


Iridescent
Beautiful

Glimmering

Human Nature
Spirit Form
Unborn
Glowing
Whole
Evolving
Welcome
Love

Waiting

Patiently
To Shine