15/12/2012 § 27 Comments

WISDOM (2)Clouds so low
sometimes it’s hard to breathe
light is fading
is the sky falling too.

Eyes watching me
as I watch them swim

A spider
out of place
shifting grains
did I break it’s web
did it catch me
within its spin of
wonder thread.

Weeds choke this land I love
as the sea spews forth her
waste upon the shore

I have climbed
now dry, rot and, stinking


nature does what
nature is
not even wishful thinking
can stop those waves from
reaching out to clutch
my heart with salt
embracing kiss.

The sun is up there
I saw her try to flash a smile
for a little while, ’til she too
gave up the ghost and
was gone as an army
of snow clouds
gathered at a pace

Was it the thrill of it all
for them
did she leave willing, and now
she’s smiling upon someone
else’s face.

Clouds above my eyes


if the sky should fall
could I still breathe.


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*A little somber maybe but, (I feel is) apt today

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Lost for Words

14/12/2012 § 9 Comments

Lost for words.

Heart breaking. You’re in my prayers.

She did it her way

14/12/2012 § 14 Comments

myrepair1myrepairSo, this thing has been taken apart and put back together so many times now, I know where everything goes. It has about six different size screws, need a magnifying glass to see them and, it matters where you place them too. Now, everything works apart from I have to improve the wifi signal strength.


Thrilled to bits that I had this in pieces and got it all up and working again. I need a small part which cost about $4.00 to improve the antenna signal but, apart from that….it’s all working fabulously.
I am one happy gadget loving Bren :)

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Star Child

13/12/2012 § 26 Comments

StarChild1Child of the stars
reaching for the light
darling of the Gods
eyes so big, so bright.

Don’t settle for the Earth
nor sorry tales of woe
onward….ever onward
you must strive to reach
your goals.

Naked you arrived with
the gift of forward sight.
You know you own the future
it is yours by right.

What stories you could tell
if never taught to speak
using thought to communicate
history that you keep inside
your mind.

You find such fascination in all
that you survey and yet you
are the miracle in your own
fantastic way.

Universal life is yours from
your given day of birth
but you must learn your value
seek to find your worth.

Eat from the tree of knowledge
grow strong in the name of love
For love is power…
Love is might.
Purest energy of all
the light of love.

Child of the stars
the Gods blessed you this day
and gave you all the light
you need, to help you on
your way.

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Christmas Past

12/12/2012 § 20 Comments

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e04037About aged six in one state-run children’s home
my sister and I went to a huge Christmas party.
It seemed we were late and there were hundreds of kids
(probably about 50)
all seated at joined rows of tables
wearing party hats, shouting, laughing
eating bowls of jelly, trifle and cake.

Suddenly a man arrived, I had never seen before
his name was Father Christmas
(some call him Santa Claus)
and, I thought what he did was magic.

Before Christmas day I walked into the big kitchen
and several grown ups were busy, busy, busy
baking, making an abnormal amount of bunches of things
and, I had never smelled such delicious food before
in all my life.

Some were making sausage rolls
(sausages in pastry)
someone else, sweet-mince pies
another was putting icing onto a
perfectly square Christmas cake
(icing left to dangle from the spout
until it hit just the right spot)

and, in the middle of all the chaos there was
a table and a woman I didn’t know had the
biggest mixing bowl I think I’ve ever seen.

“You want to mix it a little dearie?”
She saw me looking.
“What is it?” I asked, wide eyed.
“It’s going to be a Christmas pudding darlin’.
‘ere…have a little taste.”

My tongue danced across the offered clean spoon
and its content disappeared way too soon.
I tried to stir the mix but, it was so
thick it wouldn’t budge
she gave out a huge belly laugh and said
“This pudding will have some magic in it
maybe you’ll find some on Christmas day.”
I didn’t know what she meant, but, I went on my way.

When it finally arrived, the kids and I were quite stuffed on
all that lavish food but, even to this day
I remember her laugh, her mixing and the magic
as I found a silver sixpence in the pudding
she had made.


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In the 1960’s in England it was still traditional for everything to be baked at home and not shop bought ready made. The Christmas Puddings made at home each had several silver sixpences or, silver threepenny pieces in them, and the kids were all warned to really be careful when they ate their puddings….lol

It was the first Christmas I truly remember  knowing it was Christmas.

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Writing in the Margins

11/12/2012 § 33 Comments

world jumble words[8]Words take shape
in the margins of my mind

in its labyrinths and dusty corners
lurking there behind shadows waiting
to become what they are meant to be

Sometimes wings
which lift, sift, flutter, fly

Sometimes waves which rise up
rage, ripple, roll.

My words sometimes dance
close, rhythmic, heated and sensual
across a waiting page.

Taking shape and form
as soon as they are born

petals in the sun
or, under snow
tremble at the touch
so do my words reflect their joy
when I think of home
knowing there is love.


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*This came about because I saw a question asking people to write where their words for their poetry come from

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Hats Off

09/12/2012 § 33 Comments

be a girl with mind, woman with attitude and a lady with classInnate space expands relentless
rejuvenates rampant stress
each cosmic breath inhales the bland
exhaling endless magic across the
universal spectrum.

Desire and passion race through
waves coast to coast
until they reach their objects.

She was forged from
heat and sweat of love
delicious, delicate love
to which
(now that she is grown)
she too, will take
her hat off.


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