SLEEPING & DREAMING / Loves lost / First kiss / Ghosts remembered / Tears shed / Laughter / Loves to come / Childhood / Roses / Chocolate co…
writing on some of what I have seen in my life and what isn’t seen.
how to fall in love / again and again
Spirits sitting side by side / Where all can see / They do not hide / They are where they want to be / After years of having run together / Ha…
Gaypony, I love Artwork SPIRITS / Please check out my friend Gaypony’s other awesome artwork & writings on the RB /
She stands beautiful and tall / In sight of all / The mountains are her home / She sometimes roams / Into the forest so deep / Where she will …
Thank you for the lovely MORNING GLORY, the centaur / Please check out my friend gaypony’s other awesome artwork and writings on RB /
Just In case you forgot or just didn’t see / What about that old spectre …
Before my Nanny (Gorgina) Borroff completely lost her ability to speak because of vascular dementia. She fought hard to get across her meaning. It has been heartbreaking trying to try to pick up on what she wanted to say with seemingly random words with desperation. somtimes it felt like if I looked hard enough her efforts felt profound. / strangely after a poetry workshop at her day centre everything she said from that point was then carried with a poetic rythm. similar to the rythm I fell into writing this. I hope I have passed on the meaning I found in her, all of my family and friends and the places I love. This is my first attempt at poetry so please bare with me. Just really had to get something off my chest. You may have noticed that it’s changed a little bit since it first went up but I think I’m done now. I dare you to google an Oil Beetle, it’s not for the faint hearted.
i just found out my dear friend Renfield had passed away. He was the brave Horse i and many others had been visiting on our walks, to hel…
Renfield my Friend
Caleb was in the field / The fog so thick he could barely see / Charlotte riding her stallion / This made her feel free Caleb thought he …
SharonD and I wrote this poem and SharonD did the artwork..it was the first time on / RB that I had ever collaborated on a poem and it was great fun..Sharon and I intend / to do others..Thank you so much Sharon.. / / Please check out my friend SharonD’s other artwork & writings on the RB
Washed down and rubbed / Put in for the night / Can’t wait till tomorrow / As so, this is our life
Came from viewing Barssel’s My other Passion
What was that special something that she said to me that night that made me start to cry?
A love story that last through the years!
As given your head you bring her to me
Autumn is my horse
you were the kind of shimmering mirage fools cross deserts for
cancer & capricorn / / :)
I dream of the valley each night when I sleep / and the gentleness of the body contained
Inspired by an unusual view of my favourite animal [& preferred mode of transport] posted by the wonderful Sande Elkins Happiness Always! / Chookas! ♥
How do I explain the first time I experienced feeling absolute bliss?
Yet another clear memory that I hold dear / Again when I asked my parents they were stunned at my ability to remember something from such a young age. I was 5 months old! When we were young, our neighbour’s daughter would bring her show horse to town some weekends and for the Royal Melbourne Show in September. As they had a pool in their yard she would bring it to graze in our back yard. While it did that we children were allowed to “Ride” him, a huge bay gelding thoroughbred! This memory was of the first time I was given a ride … apparently I sat up there for over an hour and everytime they tried to take me off I would scream “No” and kick my heels and the horse would dance away and then I would laugh! Mum and dad had been terrified I would drop off but I never did! / Since then never am I more centred and completely happy unless I am on the back of a horse! / ♥ {This is part of an autobiographical collection}
How do I explain the first moment I realised I was not alone / I felt absolute bliss / I created a story / I gave joy to another person? ...
Triggered by the urge to fulfill a challenge in the wonderful Up & Coming Writer’s Group. A collage in writing / of my first precious memories How do I explain the first moment I realised / Family – I was not alone? / Horses – I felt absolute bliss? / Writing – I created a story? / Performing – I gave joy to another person? How do I pick what is more important than the other? These are in chronological order but none are any less precious to me than the other. (half of a collection of 8 / .... but the others are still to come) I hope you find these informative inspirational & entertaining to read! / Enjoy! ♥ 15-12-08 # UPDATE !!! OH MY GOODNESS! THIS WON THE CHALLENGE !!!! To the hosts of the group and all you who read & like my words THANK YOU! ☺♫♦↕§←♪♪♪☺♣☺♪♪♪→♫↓§↑♥↔♫☼♫↔♥↓§↑♫←♪♣♪→§♦↕♫☺ / ☺♫♦↕§♪☺♣ Happy Dancing !! ☼♪♥↓§↑♣§♦↕♫☺ / ☺♫♦↕§←♪♪♪☺♣☺♪♪♪→♫↓§↑♥↔♫☼♫↔♥↓§↑♫←♪♣♪→§♦↕♫☺ Chookas! ☼♥☼
. / I just watched you fly fly fly away, / Over the town of Algarve, / busy with saving face and beggars dreams / Nuance of steaming clams
I love Billy’s Work.. This photo in particular always seems to draw me back to it time and time again. I don’t seem to be able to break down in words via critique of my fascination for this piece. Leave it to Billy to shoot this not only for the contrasting elements but for the story that is presented here in one of his favorite towns called Algarve. / Thank you again Billy for the inspiring work you bring to my heart. Bag Wash /
While I am left to walk on my bare feet / And calloused toes / Bleeding sometimes
Growth is inevitable.. no matter how you think you will never change… TERILEE AND I WERE ON THE SAME WAVE LENGTH THIS MORNING.. So without requesting art from my buddy.. / She read my Mind!!!! / I love Her! / A Moment in The Continuum /
Beating all the while / Their style, / Tango / One-Step / Rumba / Then a Samba / A shimmy / And a Can Can / Will do
Robin Monroe / experiments with life. She is an amazing painter and combines her work in PS sometimes and produces such vibrant sensual pieces. She asked me to look at this work.. And They Danced to see if I could feel a poem to accompany its movement and explosive color. / Oh my did I!! Spilling out of me like I was the one she had painted! I love her work and I enjoy being a part of her life here at RB. / Thanks so much for Honoring me Robin!! / XOX
My mask is faded and for that I am eternally grateful / So that I am not reminded of it’s wearing / On me
Ribbons and Masks
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Blind now in your old age / You still see depths in me that even I don’t understand / My apple and carrot offerings / Are no match for the g…
Lucky has been there for me through so many life events, joyous and painful. Lucky has known the best of times, when I hopped on bareback and twirled my fingers through his mane, and the worst of times, when his mane dried my tears. I can’t take Lucky with me everywhere I go, but he is always with me in spirit (and I usually have some of his hair with me too!) This is Lucky’s mane (my security blanket): and this is Lucky’s portrait:
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