My First Blog Post!!

OK so I've been reading your blogs for a while now and did intend on contributing, but just never seem to have time. So here we go, first blog post! I must say that these were already a part of my poetry collection, so yes, i cheated!, but it did enable me to actually contribute something!!

Poetry is my way of escaping from life, and sometimes working through my problems. It's amazing how much it helps to just write things down (well for me anyway). Who knows whether I'm good at it or not, but it helps me and i enjoy it so i don't really care, but hopefully someone out there likes my work though!


This first entry, "The True Meaning of Love" is something i wrote quite a while ago, but i think everyone would be able to relate to it in some way.

The True Meaning of Love

It’s only now that I understand what it’s all about - the true meaning of love.

It’s that feeling of excitement when you know you’re about to see them, the butterflies that flutter around in your stomach when you think of them.
It’s the feeling of safety when you’re held in their arms.

It’s the unknown of what the future holds; it’s taking a chance on life and love.
It’s risking possible heartache for a lifetime of happiness,
but always following your heart, your hopes and dreams.

Love is learning to trust – not just in your partner,
but trust in yourself to respect and make the right choices.
Love is learning the art of forgiveness, acceptance and compromise.

It’s knowing that you can be yourself, that you don’t have to hide behind a charade.
Knowing that you will be accepted and cherished for whom you are,
without having to change to suit someone else’s ideals.

It’s love when you want to share every aspect of your lives together,
when you enjoy new experiences and learn from each other.
When your partner gives you inspiration and a reason for living.

Love is about learning how to communicate and fight fairly.
It’s learning from your disagreements and taking that lesson with you.
It’s learning that sometimes you need to agree to disagree.

Love is about trust and honesty, both of which are essential to a healthy relationship.
You lose these and you find yourself questioning everything,
searching for answers even though you’re afraid of what you might find.

I know now that love never dies, it just fades away.
Clouded by the troubles of life we push it into the background and don’t realise until it’s too late.

We slip into that comfort zone where we feel safe, but then suddenly,
without warning, your whole world can come crashing down around you.
It’s only then that we realise and understand what we’ve lost.

I know now that love is based on friendship, that’s the foundation of the relationship.
You not only have a lover, companion and soul mate, but above all you have a best friend.

Love is knowing when to take that chance and fight for what you want.
It’s knowing that you deserve happiness and should settle for nothing less.
It’s learning from your mistakes and believing in love itself.

It’s realising before it’s too late that it takes hard work,
but the ultimate reward you receive is the greatest gift of all and it’s then that you
realise it’s worth every minute of heartache encountered along the way.



This poem is one i wrote when my grandma passed away about 2 years ago, so it definitely means something to me. I guess it's like the last little thing i could do for my nan. My cousin read it out at the funeral church service and they all liked it so much they asked would i be willing to let them offer it to other families as a reading in their family services, so that made me feel good!

Goodbye, But Not Forgotten

The teardrops stain our faces
As we gather to farewell you.
But we know that life goes on,
We know we’ll all pull through

Don’t worry about us left behind,
For time will heal our pain.
And we’ll live with a life full of memories,
Until we’re joined again

With tears in our eyes we say goodbye
It is by far the hardest part.
But we’ll cherish the times we shared with you,
You’ll forever be in our hearts.

For a new journey you embark upon
As you watch over us from above.
We’ll think of you with fondness,
And thank you for your love.

With pain in our hearts, we say goodbye
And rejoice your life so long
For you will be missed, but not forgotten,
And you’re memory will always live on.


So there you go, that's all i have to offer for now, but i hope you enjoy!

Ode to the 7:06

I just couldn't put my post in late.
So I re-wrote my poem and it's hard to say if it's better or worse...
Sometimes the funniest things come out of 15 minutes...




Ode to the 7:06


Oh Gleaming Silver Horse of dubious hygiene Your endless silver skin shines
a light so fierce my sunglasses are rendered redundant


Yet it is with such delight
I wait for you, then alight
and ride with you on endless lines


under conditions so repugnant
windows filthy, made redundant
and weirdos seeking conversation
that don't dismount till Redfern station.


iPods pounding non beseeching
music, fighting with you screeching
tones


moans
of madness from the drunk
who spews his words within his funk
and strewn across a three space seat


the stander will admit defeat.
at this
and this only.


Not a laptop bag, or ladies purse,
or walking frame or extra girth


Yet I would not miss your small delights
florescent lights
the loud phone-fights
and people who like to carry kites
in rush hour.

Eek! Late.

Hi all

Sorry I could not contribute on time last Monday... so here is something I threw together this morning:

A choice or hardwired you ask?

As something that some want to mask...

I don't think you can choose

Who to love or to lose

And is something in which you should bask!

Hope to be able to get some time to contribute next week.

Peace out :D

Sexuality: choice or hardwired

Ahh.

The problem with hardwiring
I find
Is that it has so little give.

Even the word:
hardwired
So many edges,
Spiky vowels;
the curvaceous, sensuous ‘g’ merely tagged on like an afterthought.

So much for being
Good
Giving
And Game
(thanks, Dan Savage)

It might be good.
It’s a computing metaphor, so it’s got to be game.
But giving?
I’m not feeling it.

And I like (to be) a generous lover.

Choice,
On the other hand
Is round
Open
Enveloping
With a lingering
Sibilant
‘ssssss’
like a tip-of-the-tongue caress

Perhaps it depends on whether you want to be whipped
Ouch
Spanked
Ooh
Cut
Mmmm

Or swallowed.

Let’s choose…to embrace it all
To dissolve the binary in the mess we make.