nonameyetaglam
Profile
Hi I am No Name Yet A Glam (AKA – Poet, Scarborough Gypsy).
I am originally an English rose but came to Australia in 1992 and have lived in various states around this glorious country. I currently reside on the Gold Coast of sunny Queensland, with my adorable husband Chris (Chris Cathers here on Red bubble also). With five children and two dogs, we are rich on life and love but penniless financially ha ha.
As well as being a wife, mother, daughter, sister, niece, friend and full time worker, I am also a Freedom Fighter for Amnesty International. My passion for human rights is always at the forefront of everything I do.
I am by no means a photographer in any shape or form but I am a poet and you can see some of my work on poemhunter.com, where I go by the name of Scarborough Gypsy).
I am new to Red Bubble and was introduced to it by my friend and work colleague Kelly Bermingham. Now I am here, I intend to upload my poetry along with some writings and photographs from time to time.
I hope you enjoy what you find and I look forward to meeting you all, sharing some laughs and having lots of fun.
Until then – take care, be happy and keep smiling.
Groups
nonameyetaglam is a member of Bubblers' Weekly Challenge, Days Gone By (Photographs must be twenty years or older and include people please) and Lyrical Visions.
Art
Writing
Windows
/ We were in a house, my father and I / A large old house upstairs / Narrow hallways, high ceilings, / Windows In a row of empty chairs, we sat down side by side / Before us stood carefully …
Us
/ TV’s on / Sound is down / Aftermath / Of another day surrounds us / Scattered toys litter the house / And the debris of family life / Decorates every surface / The boy sleeps / Amongst tedd…
The Decorator
/ Skeletons in cupboard / Ugly bony truths / Betrayal stands unspoken / Doors locked with keys / Long since buried deep, deep, deep / Plasterboard all entries / Tell tale signs disguised / A ca…
Teenage Nomad
/ The grass is greener over there, / Can’t you smell that clean fresh air, / I’ll jump that fence without a care, / For the grass is greener over there. There’s more love behind that d…
Still
/ Winters cold / And summers warm / In every love there is a storm / In every storm / The rain will pour / But still you love him / More and more.
Reflections
/ Mum’s voice had trembled as she spoke / alarm was sounded, I left immediately / my first return home, tarmac touch down / through early morning fog Last to arrive as usual, at last we we…
