Over mountains, into a distant sky
Blazing hues of African butterflies
Sparkling reflections of our last goodbye
Did you see my yesterday rainbow
She’s ruby red, yellow and blue
The heavenly ring, in everyone’s view
Above you, a perfect archway
Behind you, a forever shining sun-ray
Around you, a golden halo everyday
Feature Image. Bing Images. BBC- News: In Pictures
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When I’m listening to my heart cheer
Sometimes, I turn a deaf ear
Reality hits, there was nothing to fear
Her frozen heartbeat was crystal clear
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Oh baby, I’m tired of watching
You drive my car
The wheels are on fire
Beyond the grip of my sweaty palms
Whenever, is my burn-out time due
Behind the old steering wheel
Before I finally run-out of fuel
Driving on my road, with no rear-vision view
A new license to live, and be beside you
I’m sorry, I’ve not been to see you, I’ll be there soon
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Hello dear readers. For the readers who have been following my blogs for a while, you would know I am an avid fan of Xavier Rudd. Today in the Geelong newspaper’s weekend magazine they had a feature article about Xavier Rudd. So I’ve scanned the story and associated pictures, for you to have a read, if you wish.
And here is incredible classic song “Spirit Bird”…. yes, we’re seen it all before….
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Haiku
The Forest
Tunnel grows wider
Walking out of the forest
The light glows brighter
“All The World Is Green”
The face forgives the mirror
The worm forgives the plow
The questions begs the answer
Can you forgive me somehow?
Maybe when our story’s over
We’ll go where it’s always spring
The band is playing our song again
And all the world is green
Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old days again
And all the world is green
The moon is yellow silver
Oh, the things that summer brings
It’s a love you’d kill for
And all the world is green
He is balancing a diamond
On a blade of grass
The dew will settle on our graves
When all the world is green
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We would all like to achieve our goals
Waiting there in the light, of our journey’s tunnel
Today I’m stepping closer towards my light
I’m taking a long walk to my favourite Cafe
I’ve not been able to walk there for five months
Where did those hungry days go
Stolen by time in the hospital
Time taken and over-used, resting and recovering
And many hard hours of rehab time, trying to get fit
I hope you are all loudly barracking for me
This a testing walk today
The walk will be the farthest I’ve gone during my comeback
I’ve got new rocking shoes on
And here I go !! Yeah. Cheers from the crowd
Phew !! I’m here, I made it !! More Cheers
Now I’ll rest, I’m half way
Enjoy these beautiful country surroundings
I’ll have to shoo the magpie off my coffee and cake
While I’m relaxing here, and thinking of what I’ve achieved.
The emergency ambulance wasn’t needed
I don’t have to ring for a taxi home
My shoes and feet are feeling strong and powerful, maybe
Enough recuperating time, off again, the walk back
To walk out of the agistment farm, and homeward bound
Yeah !! Did I hear the supporting crowd, clap and roar !!
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I’m quite baffled as to what title I should give my little poem below. The “Weekly Word Prompt” for this week is : Baffling << Click on Baffling. I’ve a few baffling ideas, but nothing that I’m happy with, maybe you wonderful readers could come up with a suitable Title, ??
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I’m having lunch in town
At the quaint, Cafe Go
A picture of my lunch
And the lovely courtyard (attached)
I’m reading a copy of Paul Sunstone’s poem
Which I printed this morning
The poem makes for interesting reading
For my lunch-time break
Here’s the comment I’m sending to Paul
Please Click >>Here. to view his entire poem
“Sounds like you are in
Great need of holes
Either, to let the light in
Or the darkness out
What ever way
Do your holes stay”
I adored this stanza, imagining, the sharp blade of wit, lovingly poking holes in you, for some gloomy reason, that seemed to activate my warped sense of humour.
“Would you be so kind, my love,
Would you be so tender,
As to poke some holes in me
With the sharp blade of your wit?”
I’ve recently introduced Paul to the music of Manchester Orchestra, and here’s a song of there’s we may all enjoy.
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The ink of love in my pen
Runs endless and free
Obvious to those who feel and see
All life’s errors don’t happen
Through our fault
All life’s righteousness happens
Through our Kindness
Goodness is the quiet achiever
The underdog we all barrack for
The purest winner amongst evil losers
Our hope for better days ahead
Keeps the colours in our hearts alive
A locked heart
Needs a gentle key
At the start
I exist
You exist
Together on this land
Existence is grand
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Her favourite coat, forever hangs in my wardrobe
Unmistakably I feel the coat’s presence
Every-time I open the wardrobe door
I instinctively turn to see her family heirloom
A gift that’s been handed down from her grandmother
However, the gift she wasn’t able to wear when the sickness begun.
Not once, over the next thirty years, of frailty and fears
Time is now a broken clock face
Seven years ago, she did pass
And her favourite coat I keep, my piece of memorabilia
I do know, she’s not going to reappear
For me to gently and warmly cover her tender shoulder
Consciously I’m not sure, why the coat remains
I’ve tried to give the coat away
To a homely charity, and even a local actor’s group
Fortuitously her coat has not been accepted
Here in the wardrobe, the glorious old coat stays
Along with the other trinkets of her forever spirit
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