Thanksgiving

I thank the beginning of each and every day
Yesterdays are locked away
Triumph and defeat are two masters the same
in the fate of facing a brand new day

 

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Frank’s Day Out

I went to the bank with Frank
He couldn’t understand
why there were three service windows
and only one teller
We were in the queue of five

It was quite a stressful morning for Frank
It started with my hair colour
Frank pointed at my hair
“Your hair should be black”
He said that to me
every time I wanted to start a sentence

I felt bad
I forgot to tell him before hand
I spooked him with dark blonde hair
on an asian face
It wasn’t logical
Frank was right
My hair should be black

Frank started to pace up and down the queue
“Three windows, one person
it doesn’t add up”
He looked at me
“You hair should be black”
I suggested we went out to the park
left the banking for another day

We walked in the Autumn air
I put my green beanie on
Frank and I shared cookies
underneath a liquid amber
near an empty skateboard park

We counted the cookies
before we enjoyed them
four on each layer
two layers in the Tupperware
four cookies each we had
To Frank
that made perfect sense

Ash – The Friendship Collection

I see you everywhere
I am afraid to look too close, too intently
you may evaporate from my thinning mind

I paid attention to the Guinness beer at the bar
I heard your say
“come on love, let’s have a fag outside”

I saw you run topless along Mona Vale beach
Your laughter was a string of bells
sent a sense of peace in the midst of roaring waves

I fixed my eyes to you in the powder room
you straightened the black laced body sliming coset
touched up your flaming red lipstick

I dared not to approach
You might swirl up in the cigarette smoke
You might disappear into the cloud
You might walk back into the dressing mirror

I still see you everywhere
I try not to look too close, too intently
then you may stay a little longer in my memory

 

 

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Logical Assumption

Everything seems lovely on the surface.
There must be something inherently wrong with me.
That’s why I am surrounded by regrets.

 

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Reality Check

Parents! We don’t have a problem child. What we do have is an ungrateful heart.

A child is God’s gift to us by grace. We did nothing to deserve a child who is precious and beautiful in every way.

Children are here to help us to grow up, to be mature and nurturing adults, and to live our full potential as human beings.

If we refuse to grow up, refuse to accept that they are here to teach us, to challenge us, instead, we bully them, blame them to be the problem of our arrogance, ignorance and obstinacy, to label them to be the problem child, we are in fact the biggest loser.

In our childish and foolish ways, we get into competition with our own flesh and blood, we grow jealous of their innocence, wisdom and talents. We are unable to humble ourselves to let our children to try, to shine, and to thrive. We wonder why we grow harsh, stone hearted and despair. It is impossible to please an ungrateful heart.

Love our children as they first love us unconditionally. 💕

Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him. – Psalm 127:3

 

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Fading Love

It starts all over again.
The candle light is drowning
in a pool of waxy I love yous.
Silence is the inevitable ending.

 

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Romeo and Juliet

This is a poetry and painting collaboration with emerging Sydney Painter Virginia Bucknell

 

Love
demands absolute devotion

The stage
decorated with charisma and wit

Wild possession
seized by concealed undercurrent

Passion
let it downpour in crimson

Death
gravitates towards eternity

 

Oil painting ‘Love Story’ by Virginia Bucknell, you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia  Weebly   Instagram

Flanders Red

In the spirit of Anzac Day 25 April 2020

I remember you
Flanders red
young zealous souls marched forward
in the name of God
left your virgin first love
gave you all in exchange for honour
hoped to return to your lover’s arms
in victory
in purity

I remember you
Flanders red
restless young men found despair
in the valley of the shadow of death
your fear soaked night terrors
robbed you of peace
traded you for mercy
when your blood turned cold
in the abandon field
so did your lover’s tears
turned to snow

I remember you
Flanders red
skeletal hollow men dragged your knees
thirsty, hungry, insomniac
fell on the door steps
of your lover’s house
greeted by someone else’s wife
what could you possibly take from a dead man

Ephesians 6:12 English Standard Version (ESV)
For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.

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Fig Tree

I planted a fig tree in my garden.
Birds came and went season after season in vain.
Its over abundant shade deceived me
like a new wife had no idea of her barrenness.
The leaves could not shield the guilt or hide the shame.
My facade crumbled under the first ray of truth.

 

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