Of course, I’ll pick a good Australian band, here I’ve chosen, ‘Augie March’, a lot of you might not have heard of them , from my state Victoria, and a country town called Shepparton. I love this song of theirs, ‘One Crowded Hour’, something like how I’m feeling as I’m heading in the one hour bus trip, to Melbourne airport, getting closer to take off… Yeah….
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This lazy day was good to me
After earlier, I wondered
If I’m physically unwinding
Or am I mentally gearing up
I thought, all in good time
My body and mind
Would find their, common landing ground
My morning walk, along the Ted Wilson Trail, felt good
Not too far, but long enough
To know I’d achieved a good number of steps
Then I gave Yorkie two good pedals
Along with two good sessions of balance exercises
Late afternoon, and my travel case’s in good order
Nearly packed, clothes neat and looking good
Not too many sets, but just enough
To feel warm and cool, attired in style
The relaxing day was good for me
And even good, for a piece of poetry
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Another birthday for my gracious lady, I’ve written a new birthday poem for her this year, I’m beginning a new dawn, somehow, my body has been renewed, I’m wearing new shoes, and I’m flying across those new purple skies, going to New York and Philadelphia. I’ll go gather up new blossoms, and glittering American violet blue stardust, I’ll bring them back for you, and sprinkled the petals of family love, covering you, with a new colourful mauve blanket of love, ….. Oh, I can see your gorgeous everlasting smile,…… there in front of me…….
My Star In The Purple Sky
My morning flowers
Blossomed, a violet blue
For her and me
The sun filtered through
Casting a purple shadow
Over you and I
Delivering our mauve star
Into the distant sky
Where she shines nightly
Looking over you and I
“Distant Sky”
[Else Torp:]
Let us go now, my only companion
Set out for the distant skies
Soon the children will be rising, will be rising
This is not for our eyes
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Family, friends and followers
Lend me yours ears
I’ve only been blogging
Not even two years
A medium I did not understand
A venue way exceeding my expectations
A happening beyond my imagination
A journey I lovingly shared
I have enjoyed every unsteady step
What else can I say
I shower you all, “A Thousand Kisses Deep”
And my Nautilus is awash with likes
Fifty Thousand Leagues (likes) Under The Sea
In my ocean full of pleasure and love
I Thank you all
I am not drowning, but resurrected
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Two weeks ago, on Friday 15th I was cleaning out my mailbox, throwing out all those annoying advertising pamphlets, when I happen to notice a little flyer that caught my attention. Yeah ! a book fair to held the next day in the West Geelong Town Hall. I missed last year’s event, and finding the advertisement was a pleasant surprise…. Yes I did go……….Yes I did buy a few books…. Yes the advertising did work… The Weekly Photo Prompt this week is: Advertising
Below: Some of the Poetry books I did discover and subsequently purchased, and I’m sure they’ll make for interesting reading on my flight over to New York…..
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Hello dear readers, a happy St Patrick’s to you all. Last night I was fortunate enough to be able to go the Geelong Irish Society’s, St Patrick’s Day Cocktail Party. The evening was a glorious celebration, with lots of scrumptious food, stirring Irish music from the band, “Old Melbourne Rd”, and plenty of Irish fluids to encourage the participants to have a happy time. I’ve attached some photos and a videos from last night, and a photo from today’s St Patrick’s fundraising Fete at our local St Patrick’s school.
Below.: The band playing their start song
Below: Yes !! I’m on the dance……. instead of the hospital bed…….
Below: The real Irish Dancing Girls…….
Below: The dance crowd Below: The St Patrick’s Day, School Fete, Ivor on the left
Below: The bands finale song…. they’ve been enjoying a good time too !!
Cheers My Friends
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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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Here I am again, minding my furry friend Cyndi for the Weekend. It’s so hot outside, I.m afraid we are both confined to indoor activities.
Cyndi on my bed last night …
Cyndi watching me do my exercises……
Cyndi watching me make breakfast…..
Cyndi waiting for a piece of my breakfast….. she’s already been fed !!
Cyndi on the lounge with me……
Cyndi in Lily’s old bed…. She doesn’t quite fit !! Watching me in my writers haven…..
As you can see, Cyndi is very busy and flat out keeping an eye on me !!
Cheers
Ivor And Cyndi , Woof woof….
A glorious day was had by all yesterday, at one Australia’s biggest multicultural events. These days the festival is organised by Diversitat and has grown into Victoria’s largest free multi-arts and cultural party. Some things remain the same. Pako is about community and is led by community. The event celebrates and highlights the extraordinary contribution of individuals, cultural groups and multicultural communities in Geelong and across Australia. During the day, over 100,000 people attended, 5,000 people took part in the street parade and 10,000 people performed on five stages. I managed to take a few photos that may give you an idea of the friendly atmosphere enjoyed by the huge crowd
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Hello Dad, and happy birthday, you were the most honourable and kindest man of my life. I’ve got a lot live up to Dad, my dear friend.
**By one of my favourite writers, Colleen of, “The Chatter Blog”, a superb piece
Etched In Stone
“When your father’s name is etched in stone
It is never as indelible
As the etching in your heart” — Colleen Faherty Brown
**By one of my favourite musicians, Neil Young, and his song “Old Man”
“Old Man”
“Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
and there’s so much more
Live alone in a paradise
That makes me think of two.
Love lost, such a cost,
Give me things
that don’t get lost.
Like a coin that won’t get tossed
Rolling home to you.
Old man take a look at my life
I’m a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that’s true.
Lullabies, look in your eyes,
Run around the same old town.
Doesn’t mean that much to me
To mean that much to you.
I’ve been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But I’m all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.
Old man take a look at my life
I’m a lot like you
I need someone to love me
the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
and you can tell that’s true.
Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.
Old man look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were.” — Neil Young
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