I am thrilled to announce that at last
There will be a Kindle version of
My first book of poetry: available
Shortly on Amazon.com: coming soon!
"Angels in my life" on Kindle books
Thank you dearest Lord for enabling
This blessed work to continue!
I love working for my Dear One
For 4 years I have been working
Toward this wonderful goal!
When I was first called to work for my Lord
I was so unsure: didn't know what to say
I asked for and received so many blessings
Yes, along the way: I was assisted by angels
When I questioned: "But Lord, what will I say?"
The Lord replied: "Do not worry: I will give you the words!"
When I had no cover photograph I said
"But Lord I do not have a cover photograph!"
The rain stopped: the clouds parted
I got my photograph instantly!
When I went into the newspaper office
Knowing I had no money: but going anyway
After asking all the questions and taking it all in
I walked out of that office and said
"But Lord I don't have the money!"
He replied: "Don't worry: the Lord will provide!"
I simply continued on as He bid me!
Two weeks later as I did my phone banking
There was exactly $275 credit in my bank account!
Where He leads I will follow
For within Him I am secure
No matter where He bids me
I will go forth: He has promised
To be with me as I grow in grace
To be with me as I travel all over the place
While He guides me: takes my hand
Everything will go just as He has planned
There will I be as He has designed
For I follow His guiding light
I follow where angels guide my steps
They are full of His love: yes so full of
Showing me just a glimpse of His delight
Saturday, 31 May 2014
Green thumbs
Baby's got a green thumb
Some how I just know it
Yes somehow she'll become
Just like her ancestors before her
Caring for the greenery: I see Evaleah
Loving to work amid the scenery
Planting her garden just like her Tatas!
Growing everything that God gave us
Her herbal lore might just save us
Who knows what God has planned?
As long as she can be outside
Enjoying all the pleasant sunshine
Growing up and loving life
Living her blessed life to the full!
Nana Evelyn loved watering her plants
Hose in hand she was in heaven too
Sprinkling that water everywhere : I'm telling you!
At Dover Street she made her own little oasis
There was but dirt and dust to start
But she worked hard: she called forth growth
Brought plants from everywhere: planted, gave care
A veritable jungle she created for Vanessa and Shelley
They loved to play there in that peaceful garden!
Tata Manuel has always grown his own
Everything: from fruit trees to herbs and veggies
Santiago and Zecarias love running around
In his beautiful garden: enjoying everything!
Vanessa is outside right now: in her element
Gardening! Weeding and moving plants
Happy to get her hands a little bit dirty
Loving the feel of it: enjoying just a bit
Call it therapy: call it relaxation: whatever?
As long as it's a hit: yes, she's loving it
Just like her daddy did: yes just like her daddy did!
When he was here on this earth: not so long ago!
Grandpa was always working on his fruit block
Yes my dad grew up on a farm: that was his charm!
He had green thumbs too! Loved to keep his trees
Well-fed and fertilised, weeded and moisturised
He grew everything for us: we had almonds and walnuts
Apricots and peaches, oranges and lemons
Mandarins and grapefruit, figs and plums
Even a plumkin tree: what's that you ask?
A mighty plum tree: growing by the house
A few pumpkins grew up into the branches
My dad called it his Plumpkin tree! Amazing!
Some how I just know it
Yes somehow she'll become
Just like her ancestors before her
Caring for the greenery: I see Evaleah
Loving to work amid the scenery
Planting her garden just like her Tatas!
Growing everything that God gave us
Her herbal lore might just save us
Who knows what God has planned?
As long as she can be outside
Enjoying all the pleasant sunshine
Growing up and loving life
Living her blessed life to the full!
Nana Evelyn loved watering her plants
Hose in hand she was in heaven too
Sprinkling that water everywhere : I'm telling you!
At Dover Street she made her own little oasis
There was but dirt and dust to start
But she worked hard: she called forth growth
Brought plants from everywhere: planted, gave care
A veritable jungle she created for Vanessa and Shelley
They loved to play there in that peaceful garden!
Tata Manuel has always grown his own
Everything: from fruit trees to herbs and veggies
Santiago and Zecarias love running around
In his beautiful garden: enjoying everything!
Vanessa is outside right now: in her element
Gardening! Weeding and moving plants
Happy to get her hands a little bit dirty
Loving the feel of it: enjoying just a bit
Call it therapy: call it relaxation: whatever?
As long as it's a hit: yes, she's loving it
Just like her daddy did: yes just like her daddy did!
When he was here on this earth: not so long ago!
Grandpa was always working on his fruit block
Yes my dad grew up on a farm: that was his charm!
He had green thumbs too! Loved to keep his trees
Well-fed and fertilised, weeded and moisturised
He grew everything for us: we had almonds and walnuts
Apricots and peaches, oranges and lemons
Mandarins and grapefruit, figs and plums
Even a plumkin tree: what's that you ask?
A mighty plum tree: growing by the house
A few pumpkins grew up into the branches
My dad called it his Plumpkin tree! Amazing!
Wax works
We went along to the viewing
My precious daughters and me
It was something we were dreading
We couldn't believe it: you see
How was it possible that you were gone?
How possible that we were now so alone?
Though we went together: in distress
We were brought together: to witness!
You were truly gone from us: escaped this life
You had left your body: no longer there inside
I said "He's gone my loves: left this earth!
He no longer resides there inside
This is but an empty shell: no warmth
No beating heart: just emptiness!
He's not here! No, he's not here!"
We cried for your tragic loss
We cried for all the things we'd miss
We cried for all of the unfinished business
For all the memories that would never be ours
It felt like we are at the wax-works
Maybe at Madam Tussauds in London
For though I stroked his hair: it felt the same!
His face was that of a stranger: no smiles lingering
No animation: no pinkening: no life at all
A hard line where your mouth once smiled
Those hands that held mine for many years
Now folded in their cold embrace! Alone!
My precious daughters and me
It was something we were dreading
We couldn't believe it: you see
How was it possible that you were gone?
How possible that we were now so alone?
Though we went together: in distress
We were brought together: to witness!
You were truly gone from us: escaped this life
You had left your body: no longer there inside
I said "He's gone my loves: left this earth!
He no longer resides there inside
This is but an empty shell: no warmth
No beating heart: just emptiness!
He's not here! No, he's not here!"
We cried for your tragic loss
We cried for all the things we'd miss
We cried for all of the unfinished business
For all the memories that would never be ours
It felt like we are at the wax-works
Maybe at Madam Tussauds in London
For though I stroked his hair: it felt the same!
His face was that of a stranger: no smiles lingering
No animation: no pinkening: no life at all
A hard line where your mouth once smiled
Those hands that held mine for many years
Now folded in their cold embrace! Alone!
Tuesday, 27 May 2014
Where do I belong?
Ever felt like you don't belong?
Like you are in the wrong place?
Maybe even in the wrong family?
What happens when you feel so lost?
How do you carry on: get on with life
Feeling everything is just one big mess?
Sometimes I feel like I missed the boat
Got left behind: left outside to sink or float
Stranded: up shit creek without a paddle
Tossed from the frying pan: out into the fire
How to describe this conundrum: this puzzle?
What feels amiss can be such a struggle!
Searching for something that looks familiar
Anything that might make it less peculiar
I have never felt like I belonged
Yes I felt lost: stranded; like a bird grounded
Helpless before the onslaught: trapped, caught!
Unable to find that familiar place
Unable to find that blessed grace
Then one day I finally found my niche
After seemingly searching through millions of micro fiche
Yes I found my place and through God's grace
I am at home at last: forgiven my stupid past
Jesus saved me: has enslaved me: joyfully
I am a member of His wonderful family
Yes I have been saved: I am rescued: forgiven!
I look forward to my eternity: my new life I am living!
Like you are in the wrong place?
Maybe even in the wrong family?
What happens when you feel so lost?
How do you carry on: get on with life
Feeling everything is just one big mess?
Sometimes I feel like I missed the boat
Got left behind: left outside to sink or float
Stranded: up shit creek without a paddle
Tossed from the frying pan: out into the fire
How to describe this conundrum: this puzzle?
What feels amiss can be such a struggle!
Searching for something that looks familiar
Anything that might make it less peculiar
I have never felt like I belonged
Yes I felt lost: stranded; like a bird grounded
Helpless before the onslaught: trapped, caught!
Unable to find that familiar place
Unable to find that blessed grace
Then one day I finally found my niche
After seemingly searching through millions of micro fiche
Yes I found my place and through God's grace
I am at home at last: forgiven my stupid past
Jesus saved me: has enslaved me: joyfully
I am a member of His wonderful family
Yes I have been saved: I am rescued: forgiven!
I look forward to my eternity: my new life I am living!
Despised and downtrodden
Despised;
looked down upon
Left behind:
given up on
How does it
feel when loved ones?
Give up on
you: have had enough
Are sick of
trying to get through
You will not
listen to their pleas
Will they
abandon you with ease?
Leave you crying
on your knees?
Kick you when
you’re down and out
Already
weakened: diseased: spent
How many
times must I beg you to “please”?
How many
times must I return to grease?
Those cogs
and wheels that jam
That stubborn
thinking brain of yours
Left
wallowing within that stuffed up head
Too many
bitter memories: left for dead
I tried for
so many years to help you 37 in fact
Begged,
pleaded, cajoled, wheedled
Yelled,
screamed, prayed unheeded
Now I need
some support from you
My mum’s
leukaemia has me in a spin
I know we all
have to die one day
But I’d
rather it be “later”: not today!
I am feeling
anxious: my heart’s pounding
Driving up to
the Riverland to see her
Will I see a
weakening: a difference?
Something
obviously giving way to
That illness
that will not just go away
I’m crying
all the time: when will it be “Me time”?
Look at it
from my point of view
What more
could any mortal do?
Now turn it
all around again
See it from
another’s point of view
Stop talking
at me: I am depressed
Leave me
alone: I am non-plussed
These painful
thoughts within my head
Are all that
matter: all that I can feel
I am no
Achilles with just a weakened heel
I am a lost
boy: to Neverland, I need to fly
I cannot go
on and do it all
I am still
hurting from my early life
You are my mother
as well as wife
It all seems
too difficult to bear
Feed me: wash
a shirt for me to wear
Make my
coffee: do everything
Cook my
meals, wash up my dishes
It’s all too
hard for me I swear
I don’t care
about my clothes
Covered in
ash: I stink, I suppose
I’ve become a
burden even to myself
Just leave me
here: rotting in my filth
Don’t want to
have a bath
Don’t lead me
up the garden path
Just let me
sit and think here alone
I am perfect:
no need for me to atone
Now look at
another’s life I know
It seems so difficult
to follow
I beg you to
stop smoking those
Stinking
cigarettes: cancer might get you yet
I worry about
these things: they get me down
You do not
care about how I feel
Though I beg
and plead; grow angry at your needs
I worry that
you will leave me; die of cancer
Leave our
children without their mum
What a lazy
thing you have become
You cannot
even keep our house clean
Why do I have
to do everything?
I have to
look after the kids at night
I have to
feed them: play with them
Clean up
their constant mess
I am so
overcome with stress
This dystonia
is crippling me
When oh when
will you ever see?
I need you to
help me: stroke my head
I feel like I
will die one day instead
Leave you
alone to cope: what then
Will you be
happy when I’m gone?
Look again
from another’s point of view
Does it sound
familiar to you?
I am
struggling to do everything
I am supposed
to be a super-woman
You never
give me any credit for anything
I will always
be younger than you
No matter
what I do it’s never good enough
You say to
others how proud your are of me
But to my
face you have no words: intimidate
Look down
your nose: you ingrate!
Can you not
ever: just once find something good?
Find a
positive: one thing I might do right?
You call me
names; you put me down
You think I cannot
do anything right
Well I’m sick
of being told that I’m useless
I’m sick and
tired of feeling stressed
I wait for
you to come on home
Ready for you
to start again: laying blame
I find I need
that cigarette to ease my stress
I cannot
relax because you always attack
I can never
seem to talk: answer you back
You never
listen to my words: looked down upon
I am always
spurned: your words burn!
I run away to
escape your angry face
But there is
never anywhere to hide
I feel
cornered so I fight and scream
What ever happened
to our lifelong dream?
Living
happily ever after so in love
My dad is
dead just 2 months ago
Our baby is
barely 8 months old
I breast
feed: give her everything I’ve got
I’m up all
night taking care of her
You are no
bloody help at all
You begrudgingly
help a tiny bit
Acting like
it is all: “your job”: “can’t you cope with it?”
You are so up
yourself: so ego filled
Like
everything should be done for you
You are such
a “macho man”
Primping,
preening gallivanting around
I look at
you: you are “all show”
Doing as
little as you can
Looking down
your “stuck up” nose at me
When will you
ever see?
I’m doing the
very best I can
Can’t you see
I need some support from you?
What is it
that you even do?
I ask you to
rub my aching neck
You say every
time: “later: I’ll do it then!”
Well that
never happens if you care to look around
It’s always
me that helps your poor aching head
When will it
be “Me time” instead?
It’s just not
fair: I’m feeling depressed
Every day
there’s more and more stress
I’m on edge:
expecting more anger from you
Its what I’m
getting used to: but I’m not happy
How do I get
through to you: you will not listen to me!
All you ever
do is put me down: again and again
I’m falling
into this deep dark pit
No light
coming into it: becoming darker every day
Help me I’m
drowning in all this unfair shit!
Trying to understand
I look at other's lives and try
To figure out the how's and whys
How come some are so restless?
Why must they wander about?
Why can't they settle down?
Why move about?
Others are happy to stay in one place
Don't want to go anywhere
Can't make them get up or out
Can't move them whether you shout
I look at so many people
Study their faces: look inside their hearts
With some it is easy: with others: an art
I feel their pain: let me be plain
I am a thinker: I look inside and decide
I see their hurts and worries
It is a gift I have acquired
God's gift I guess: no less!
So as I study those around me
I sometimes just cannot see
How some can be so mean and cruel
While others are emphatic to the Nth degree
Why is it that some smart people
Have no idea about what is fair
Is it that they feel above others or
Is it that they just don't care?
Are so selfish: unknowingly?
How is that possible? How can that be?
Surely having the brains to understand much
Should bring understanding as such
On all topics: on all levels: it seems to me
But it just isn't so: I'll have you know
Some love hurting others: love causing strife
Enjoying other people's pain for their own pleasure
But how is this fair: to what measure do we decry
This is not fair! This is not right! We must fight!
Though often ignored: the words inscribed
Within the Holy Bible should be our guide
Yes please open that book wide
Look inside and see: a wealth of clarity
Home truths and revival: please read your Bible
Jesus calls us all to come closer and closer to Him
To figure out the how's and whys
How come some are so restless?
Why must they wander about?
Why can't they settle down?
Why move about?
Others are happy to stay in one place
Don't want to go anywhere
Can't make them get up or out
Can't move them whether you shout
I look at so many people
Study their faces: look inside their hearts
With some it is easy: with others: an art
I feel their pain: let me be plain
I am a thinker: I look inside and decide
I see their hurts and worries
It is a gift I have acquired
God's gift I guess: no less!
So as I study those around me
I sometimes just cannot see
How some can be so mean and cruel
While others are emphatic to the Nth degree
Why is it that some smart people
Have no idea about what is fair
Is it that they feel above others or
Is it that they just don't care?
Are so selfish: unknowingly?
How is that possible? How can that be?
Surely having the brains to understand much
Should bring understanding as such
On all topics: on all levels: it seems to me
But it just isn't so: I'll have you know
Some love hurting others: love causing strife
Enjoying other people's pain for their own pleasure
But how is this fair: to what measure do we decry
This is not fair! This is not right! We must fight!
Though often ignored: the words inscribed
Within the Holy Bible should be our guide
Yes please open that book wide
Look inside and see: a wealth of clarity
Home truths and revival: please read your Bible
Jesus calls us all to come closer and closer to Him
Cuddly bear
A few years ago I was called a "cuddly bear"
I guess I have to admit I am no longer slim
But I always see myself as I was years ago
But now i must admit to no longer feeling trim
What I was back in the 1970's no longer is the case
I have changed all over: not just my pretty face
No longer am I the petite young girl: not any more
I have passed a few milestones: yes indeed
"Getting on a bit" as they say; but on a good day
I might look ten years less: though I do confess
I'd like to look younger: feel a lot stronger
Maybe even hope to live a lot longer: oh yes!
Mortality stares me in the face: I am only human
I have slowed a bit: gained a few wrinkles
My hair has a few grey sprinkles: I dye it!
I am lucky though because I have eaten well
Been a vegetarian for a third of my life
That does make a difference I know it does
But if I were to suffer from past regrets
I suppose losing my figure is not really part of it
I'd like to reverse time and grow younger: true
Wouldn't you? I'd like to regain some fitness
Yes I'd like to be a witness to renewing life
So as I go on living day by day: I must say
Enjoy the days you have already had
Look forward to the ones that are to come
Be thankful for every blessing that comes your way
Love your family: laugh at life; for time passes
Quickly: yes it does: it just flies past oh so fast
So grab a hold of your eternity: take time by the hand
Remember the good times: laugh whenever you can
Tomorrow comes and will not be delayed
Yes enjoy what ever you can: while you still can!
I guess I have to admit I am no longer slim
But I always see myself as I was years ago
But now i must admit to no longer feeling trim
What I was back in the 1970's no longer is the case
I have changed all over: not just my pretty face
No longer am I the petite young girl: not any more
I have passed a few milestones: yes indeed
"Getting on a bit" as they say; but on a good day
I might look ten years less: though I do confess
I'd like to look younger: feel a lot stronger
Maybe even hope to live a lot longer: oh yes!
Mortality stares me in the face: I am only human
I have slowed a bit: gained a few wrinkles
My hair has a few grey sprinkles: I dye it!
I am lucky though because I have eaten well
Been a vegetarian for a third of my life
That does make a difference I know it does
But if I were to suffer from past regrets
I suppose losing my figure is not really part of it
I'd like to reverse time and grow younger: true
Wouldn't you? I'd like to regain some fitness
Yes I'd like to be a witness to renewing life
So as I go on living day by day: I must say
Enjoy the days you have already had
Look forward to the ones that are to come
Be thankful for every blessing that comes your way
Love your family: laugh at life; for time passes
Quickly: yes it does: it just flies past oh so fast
So grab a hold of your eternity: take time by the hand
Remember the good times: laugh whenever you can
Tomorrow comes and will not be delayed
Yes enjoy what ever you can: while you still can!
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