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We Will Win This Game, We’ll Find You
An adventure is what we’ll call this, A good story, a tale for life At Christmas time we’ll be laughing Because you gave us such a fright At the moment you’re just waiting, You’re waiting to be found; We’ll find … Continue reading
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Tagged Australia, belief, Blue Mountains, friends, Hope, Missing, New South Wales, poems, poetry, Search, Strength
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I’ll Never Write a Poem
I’ll never write a poem If I have a cloudy head. I’ll never write a poem If I’m wide awake in bed. I’ll never write a poem When my brain has turned to mash. I’ll never write a poem It … Continue reading
Nature’s Music
I hear them float through my window, Such a mellifluous sound; Of innocence and tenderness, A parental bond they’ve found. Too soon the voices have gone, As silence creeps through the air; The birds gently sing me a song, Assure … Continue reading
I Will Work – With a Little Help
As women we expect our bodies to work, You know, tick over nicely with as little effort as possible, Only the necessary attention to detail needed. Like baking a cake, getting all the right ingredients together, Weighing them out, mixing … Continue reading
Little Woodpecker
We can hear you Little woodpecker Pecking at our tree, Peck, peck, peck We can hear you, But not see It’s early in the morning And you’re hiding from us all, But our little woodpecker We can hear our wake … Continue reading
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Tagged alarms, birds, hiding, mornings, Nature, Poem, poems, poetry, wake up call, woodpecker
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Writers Blocks?
Once I start, it’s hard to stop. There’s no such thing as writers block. That may sound funny or a little untrue. But me right now? I’d rather snooze! It’s already late, it’s already dark. This sleeping lark’s no walk … Continue reading
My Bondilocks Dream
There she was on stage, The Theatre was packed full. Her face painted like a porcelain doll. The lights shone down on her, Red velvet curtains draped. It’s like we were in the Eighteen Hundreds. She was in full view; Her long black … Continue reading
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Tagged Co-incidence, Dream, Friendship, Imagery, Mystical, Olden days, poems, poetry, Presence, Stage, Theatre
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