My voice is not a new voice, / But one that has gone on forever. / I have spoken to you before / And we have held hands under the moonlight….
i do not question the thoughts that are laid upon my heart, but rather write them down as they are poured from my soul, line by line as you see them here. none of my writings have ever been edited. among the indians of the pacific northwest, the verb for “making poetry” is the same as the verb “to breathe”
Take a steep track to the top of the world where the Kosciusko moon is near
I dream of living up there / the peace the freedom the challenge the reality of living / This is as close as I’ve gotten / Put my ashes in a simple wooden box and have a mountain man toss me from the top at full gallop! / - and I will rest easy for all eternity / ♥ I wrote this as an ekphrasis of how I felt / having seen “the Man From Snowy River Arena Spectacular” (2001) / I know I have always felt an affinity with the mountains of our Victorian High Country ♥
I wrote this poem on a warm summer day resting on my laurels with nature.
This poem was originally written for my friend that passed on some time ago. As I uncovered it, I rediscovered myself.
In their life they had fallen into silent mutual living. Just getting on with what needed to be done, finding talking either inane or ted…
It stems from a quick piece I wrote to the beautiful art of Bob McKain / Please view his gorgeous panorama that inspired this! Enjoy! :O)
‘What’s your name?’ he asked suddenly looking at her and she felt a shock from his directness. / She had to think for a moment. Her name h…
It stems from a quick piece I wrote to the beautiful art of Bob McKain / Please view his gorgeous panorama that inspired this! :O) Enjoy! :O)
‘Yo there!’ / More harsh calls. Would she ever be used to the sound of language again?
It stems from a quick piece I wrote to the beautiful art of Bob McKain / Please view his gorgeous panorama that inspired this! :O) Enjoy! :O)
‘I have work to do she must be at home.’ he replied, his face showed his disbelief that it could be any other way. / ‘I’ll come.’ she said…
It stems from a quick piece I wrote to the beautiful art of Bob McKain / Please view his gorgeous panorama that inspired this! :O) Enjoy! :O)
‘Elly?’ / The soft call was like a shout in his ears. He turned to the cabin and saw on the porch the woman he desired draped only in a qu…
It stems from a quick piece I wrote to the beautiful art of Bob McKain / Please view his gorgeous panorama that inspired this! :O) Enjoy! :O)
‘We have beautiful children, each night we read and sing, each day we have good work and good food. There is no better life.’ she said sm…
It stems from a quick piece I wrote to the beautiful art of Bob McKain / Please view his gorgeous panorama that inspired this! :O) I hope you enjoyed this story! :O) / Thank you for reading my words ! / Chookas! X♥X
Sparkling crystal waters, / Alive with shades of blue, / Many moods of the ocean, / Reminding me of you. Wide and sweeping wheat fields, ...
/ IF LOVE WAS JUST A MOMENT BY Mugsy
and love and hate coexist…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
who guided us to kindness…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
that simple dynamic that we all seek so desperately…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
when ill-tempered and unrehearsed words wound others…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? Constructive criticism regarding any of my work, always welcomed, appreciated and read with an open heart. / Personal eMail These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
Oh to be on top of the world / To breathe the air so pure / To feel the warmth of the sun on my back / Have the freedom of life to endure
Life on a mountain is GLORIOUS! I miss it! / Blossom ’s picture inspired my words. / I love the clarity of her Ruined Castle Walk shot and the colours of the eucalyptus she caught! I hope you do too! :O) / Chookas! ♥
Whether you are adrift in a sea of discontent or storm-tossed by the turbulent winds of life, simply hang on tight. One certainty in lif…
I’ll be there for you
Friendship! For T
There were so many memories
inspired from the works of / Billyb / ≈ / His Photograph… What Not Shelf / Amazing Collage Work.
Our lives circle can never be broken yet can never be mended. Everyone is joined at source through pure knowing, pearls of being, visions…
Inspiration writing penned when overshadowed by my spirit guides, allowing us to share the divine knowledge of eternal life of the soul incarnate. An aspect of reincarnation. Time is precious the clock of life is ticking we must use it wisely…..
I am The queens, the teens, and the small pox vaccines / The rulers, the jewelers, and foolish high schoolers / The liars, the buyers, a…
Kinda random, but ok nonetheless.
You gaze upon the treacherous mountain / Smiles of love pour down in a fountain / Journeys path, laced with hands / Its time to face it, ma…
This was written for my father as I watched him struggle with a choice to live each day with Parkinsons Disease… / He chose the right path for which I am grateful…hes is my greatest inspiration for true courage and determination.
When we reached the destination, we stumbled out of the van, groggy but lucid.
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Discarding my clothes / Standing before the sunrise / I cast new shadows
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Bird song surrounds me / fresh mountain streams run / as I sit quietly / soaking up the morning sun.
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