we are in a code of frequency
wave and light in sync
with one breath
no wonder
we were deaf and dumb before
we vibrated into one another
here we are
orchestrating a masterpiece
in perfection
Category: Poetry and Prose
Missing the point
you saw the cracks
wanted to fix me
by your motherly love
but…but…
i ain’t broken
your love isn’t enough
cos
you aren’t the
rain
Perspective
two cracked pots bare bellies having a yarn
one whines about how he never gets mended
one whinges about his sorrow of being forgotten
the arvo sun is scotching their spilled soil
one is watching his fracture snapping further
one is shedding his tears in vain
two buttocks looking dark clouds squeezing out some rain
then the thunder shouts
‘Get your head out of your ass mate!’
two cracked pot bare bellies paying attention
one says ‘Righto! There is rain there is growth. Who gives a toss about my broken frame.’
one yells ‘No dramas! I was never your league anyway. Shove your snob up your backside!’
two months gone by
two cracked pots cheering each other
one tells of how his brokenness turns into art
one praises the contentment of thriving
the moral of the story
you know what I mean Valvoline
Longing
we are walking cripple to search one another
you cup your heart in your palms
I draw a curtain to my void
your core sings out to mine
I peep through the drape
I feel the tingling on my lips on a sleepless night
your burning words restrain stirring my soul to restlessness
let the cool pale moonlight tame the hunger
let the waves staggering to ease the longing
I sleep with my right hand holding my left
my hands become yours
I wake up with your warmth lingering my breath
what better way to greet a new day My Love
if you hear me
shhhhh
keep dreaming
Effect
when the wind blows over the lake
the ripples are love songs I am singing to you
in the quietness of the day
here comes my knock on your heart
it’s only as light as whispers
attuned to your inner turmoil
it brings stillness and calm
consoles your dripping wailing heart
when I glide through the door
bathe in surreal inmost peace
Have I told you
Have I told you today I love you?
Have I told you today I honour you?
Like the rain to the garden
Like the flower to the sun
Have I told you lately how much I love you?
Have I told you lately how much you mean to me?
Like my heart lives on after skipping beats permanently in your presence
Like the life source enabling me to experience everything buoyant
Have I told you?
Have I told you…
When nothings become extraordinary
two fallen leaves
floating along the main stream
no care no longing
just drifting
tangle and ride the current together
they make it to land
where they compost and regenerate again
in new season
companion growth
french lavender
ornamental kale
bouquet of happiness
A match made in heaven
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” – Rachel David
I see all of you
I love all of you
You know all of me
You love all of me
Our vulnerabilities bring strength
Our honesty produces understanding
Your affection springs trust and confidence
I honour your courage and altruism
Your contentment proceeds patience and self control
I am gracious for your loyalty and commitment
Your appreciation for my wisdom
I faithfully be your helper
All is what we have
All is what we share
All is you and me
All is so perfect
Pizlish – Word Invention
noun
- the language of mix English in particular referring to pronunciation. It came from Pizza-English, commonly used in Australia. ‘Instead of speaking Chinglish, I speak Pizlish after 20 years living downunder.’
- it implies the person speaking Pizlish is someone with poor pronunciation and it can sound funny to the native English speaking people. ‘I can barely understand her Pizlish.’
- it is an endearing way to describe someone’s English accent is adorable and cute. ‘When she speaks Pizlish, my heart melts.’
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