Yesterday I introduced you to Pro Hart, an iconic Aussie artist. Today I thought I’d continue with Australiana in the form of some bush poetry. Enjoy! Banjo Patterson was an Australian bush poet, journalist and author. He wrote many ballads and poems about Australian life, focusing particularly on the rural and outback areas… Raili Tanska … More Australian Bush Poetry
Hard core rock, heavy metal, the musical underground. Never in a million years did I think I would go there. But I have. I have dipped my toe into the hallowed halls of a musical genre that is totally foreign to me. This all came about because I visited a new blog follower of mine, … More Y Not
SERENITY The air is tranquil and crisp A soft ocean breeze caresses and soothes Above, in the azure blue sky a flight of pelicans whirl and wheel an elegantly effortless aerial ballet flying in formation painting the sky with the patterning of their silhouetted wings * Breathing slowly and deeply merging with the smells sights … More Sunday Serenity – serenity meditation
A poem begins as a lump in the throat – Robert Frost Once again I feel drawn to share some of Anne Rennie’s writings with you from her book The Secret Garden of Spirituality. This one is about the value of poetry. So many of us bloggers dabble in writing poetry. We read or follow poets like … More What’s so special about poetry?
A blue, cloudless day graces the world with a gentle baby’s breath of air stirring the leaves in the trees outside my window. The sun is shining. I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, … More A New Day
I may be Black or white or yellow Or any shades between Do not label me * I may be Hetero or metro or gay Or any shades between Do not label me I may be young or old or adult or any shades between Do not label me * I may be Muslim or … More Do Not Label Me
Frail of build, small of stature a lifetime roiled with pain and crumbling bones toiling ceaselessly day in day out, years long earning. * Strong of heart and motivation guardian, nurturer, protector, friend to the deprived, tortured, maimed or broken. * Heart and home entwined together oft’ travelling hours long and lonely to be with … More Unsung heroes
S N A P ! Whaat was that ? Sounded like a gnat in a trap. But how that could be I could, would not, dare not see. All I heard was S N A P ! Not at all what a gnat in a trap would say. Kersplat perhaps or even persnicketty slap. * … More Snap, Crackle, Pop !
‘Oh the thinks that you can think!’ If I blink in a twink the thinks sink I think so there’s not a lot to be got. Does it matter what is not? Such a muddle in a puddle is the thinking in a huddle. Thinking, blinking notting gotting muddling, puddling, huddling…. What a fuddle is … More thinking puddle
Green Is my garden Tenderly planted, nurtured Watched over With soul eyes Enraptured with the beauty Sorrowed over losses Unexplained and missed Every new blade noted, counted, tended Heart and soul immersed In Green therapy In response to requests for more information on this subject check out this link – Musings on Green Therapy … More GREEN THERAPY