Belief is just a whisper of silent prayers

 

 

As Barbarians advance their hatred flares
a fanatical soulless warhead
Belief is just a whisper of silent prayers

A translucent awareness that snares
leaving each waking day full of dread
Faith imparts hope when the world despairs

It cannot continue the social media blares
countless innocents left dying or dead
Belief is just a whisper of silent prayers

Incomprehension the majority shares
lost are those from which reason has fled
Faith imparts hope when the world despairs

Beware those that our freedom impairs
cease communication it’s all been said
Belief is just a whisper of silent prayers

Enough is enough the free world declares
time has come to put this atrocity to bed
Faith imparts hope when the world despairs
Belief is just a whisper of silent prayers

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The reason for the season … The Christmas spirit.

Tiny bells tinkling goose bumps tingling anticipation’s in the air
pass it along to everyone this gift that ensures an inner glow
The Christmas spirit is contagious the time has come to share

Doesn’t require wrapping in pretty paper to give it extra flair
restriction of its potential will prevent a natural ebb and flow
Tiny bells tinkling goose bumps tingling anticipation’s in the air

Belief, unlike Santa is unseen albeit of its presence we’re aware
deliverance can be as easy as a friendly nod or a cheery hello
The Christmas spirit is contagious the time has come to share

The simple act of acknowledgment may a broken spirit repair
igniting a spark of hope warming as sunshine through a window
Tiny bells tinkling goose bumps tingling anticipation’s in the air

A way of spreading humanity maybe a lessening of despair
realising we’re not alone releases the spirit to let serenity grow
The Christmas spirit is contagious the time has come to share

It’s a genuine wish for a Merry Christmas for every one out there
acceptance and understanding what better gift to bestow
Tiny bells tinkling goose bumps tingling anticipation’s in the air
The Christmas spirit is contagious the time has come to share

Julia, a surrogate Granddaughter

 

 

 

Arriving as you did out of the blue from a foreign shore
a young girl of fifteen exhibiting such a wealth of courage
Increasing our trio of granddaughters to a total of four.

Eleven months ahead of you for a new life to explore
Albeit uncertainty and homesickness firstly to abridge
Arriving as you did out of the blue from a foreign shore.

Embracing each challenge while misgivings you’d ignore
Blending into family life with strangers not easy to manage
Increasing our trio of granddaughters to a total of four.

Accepting and accepted ‘twas time your new life to explore
Sightseeing, schooling, animals the whole Aussie package
Arriving as you did out of the blue from a foreign shore.

Easily emerging for Brazil an exemplary young ambassador
Congratulations Julia on the way you handled this voyage
Increasing our trio of granddaughters to a total of four.

From Poppy and Lyn our best wishes with you evermore
You will always be considered our family love appendage
Eleven months ahead of you for a new life to explore
Arriving as you did out of the blue from a foreign shore

The City Slicker

 

 

This tale will oft time be told with a snicker, of the visiting city slicker who failed to heed advice, re crossing country roads after a month of flooding rain.

The nightly news foretold that those who took chances considered bold, by attempting to drive, swim or row through flowing waters, may soon witness their ego on the wane.

In apprehension he shuddered when on observing saw the road ahead was flooded, surely they wouldn’t have to turn around and head three hundred k’s back home again.

When a woman driver full sass, just chasséd through the shimmering mass, this naturally he construed to read, it’s only a wet country road not the river Seine.

Didn’t want to appear silly and follow past warnings scattered willy-nilly, as obviously others forge ahead from updates he had as yet to ascertain.

With no experienced preparation suddenly causing heart thumping trepidation, the choice to follow the example of a local proved somewhat in vain.

Didn’t even make it halfway to the other side when the car sputtered, gurgled and died, implanting the hapless embarrassed travelers in a negative domain.

Trapped, feeling like a galoot when a red bearded bushy in his Ute arrived, calling hang on a minute mate I’ll back up and give you a tow, I’ve a heavy chain.

Alighting from the cabin door dressed in skimpy BVD’s nothing more, he waded through the depths to marry both vehicle together … whoa its cold …his only refrain.

Without a buy your leave the chain gave a mighty heave getting all to dry land, after which the cocky gave a wave … a token reward he refused to entertain

‘Twas with tear moistened eyes the city slicker acknowledged his auto’s demise, seemingly totally stunned at the result of using his car like an aquaplane.

Can happen quicker than a blink, when driving through the drink says our now foot weary hero, struth! It was so much more fun to drive our car than having to catch a train.

There’s a car salesman out there grinning, thinking of the commission he’ll be winning when he sells them a newbie, albeit leaving the slicker in financial pain.

As always there is a moral to the story, being there are more sensible ways to bask in glory that don’t end with foolishness not that easy to explain.

Skill with the drill

Returning to the dentist and her scary drill,
a visit on a day that tested my will.

Whiled away an hour, cause she was running late,
a harrowing time spent contemplating my fate.

She wasn’t too happy with my teeth last week,
so off for full X-rays a clearer picture to seek.

Then full of dread waiting to learn the result
Envisioning another painful drill- assault

Like a lamb to the slaughter I’m led to the chair,
Nurse keeps chattering a trick to keep me there.

My Dentist arrives … face mask in place,
I simulate a demeanour of dignity and grace

“Muzz the news is not good so I will be blunt,
a root canal’s needed for that tooth in the front”.

On having the needle, I didn’t utter a peep
I’d just removed myself … pretended to sleep.

A light doze I’ll admit while still being aware,
in a twilight zone far too drugged up to care.

While practicing her craft with talent and might,
she drills and she digs until she gets it just right.

Arose next morning in more pain than before,
with no end in sight there’s still appointments galore.

I gifted this poem, hoping mounting fees to stall,
next visit it’s there framed up on her wall

My catchcry being …we are girls we can do this,
reneging at this stage would be quite remiss

Costs rocketed so high … for this little lot,
reckon I bought my dentist her very own yacht.

I miss you Dad

Dad at Matt's Weddinf

It’s Fathers day here in Australia, although my dad has been gone for some years I’d like to honour him this day.

Dear Dad

You have meant so many things to ones met along the way
but as your Daughter Dad, I have some words I want to say.

When the thoughts of you come from way down deep within,
again I feel your love surround me just like a second skin.

Looking back across the years at the unusual life I had
all I can say to you is, “thank god you chose to be my Dad”

You were so strong and handsome while I too young to stand
I now know the courage of the man that took me by the hand.

You undertook a lifelong task, without a second thought
honesty, love and understanding, the three main things you taught.

Your years of loneliness and hardship, with none to lend a hand
not until I was an adult could I hope to understand.

Between us were some differences, neither one of us a saint
but there’d be no black shadows if your picture I could paint.

Providing security and contentment in a world turned upside down,
your dedication and integrity far reaching and honour bound.

Loving, nurturing, guiding and an occasional whack or two
made up a very happy childhood; and that’s only thanks to you.

One last time I came to you and gently held your hand
not waking you from sleep knowing you would understand.

Feeling no words were needed as we usually were in sync
musing on times we sat back and I’d catch your wicked wink.

Now your mission here is over, it was time for you to go.
three generations of my family saddened, left basking in your glow.

You have returned to God now Dad to be at peace once more
knowing Nan will welcome you right by Heavens door.

All my love

Bright things

 

 

Bright things, shiny things, multi sided things that illuminate the night

clear things, coloured things; many different sized things that sparkle in the light

 

They are detected, selected, collected and finally inspected,

defined once refined, resulting in nature’s beauty resurrected.

 

Used to wear, share, show you care albeit often times to ensnare,

while fiercely emulating To The Manor Born folk with haughtiness and flair.

 

No matter the size of the bling, nothing elevates man more; to status of king

than when he offers  his love a genuine stone in a ring.

 

Bright things, shiny things, many sided things that illuminate the night

clear things, coloured things; many different sized things that sparkle in the light.

Quote

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Want to Know What Love Is.”

Love’s sweet mystery.

A rhyme or prose on romance or love
Heavens! I’d need guidance from above
as the meaning to me is pure conjecture

Nature has devised this ominous plan
to ensure the continuous survival of man
love being a dizzy ride for all who venture

Pondering so many forms all inclusive
renders love’s true meaning quite elusive
when comprehending origin or culture

For each it’s a totally individual ride
with no set rules to use as a guide
only chance decrees success or departure

A reality of life in perpetual motion
a merry go round of disaster or devotion
an ongoing process a continual adventure

There’s not a man or woman alive
whom in love doesn’t glow or derive
the magic of love’s warming enrapture

Love’s sweet mystery

People like you

 

Minus all compassion you’re not true blue
A sad demeanour that’s selfish to the core
My parents warned me about people like you

Casually desolating all others as if your due
Leaving crippled emotions difficult to restore
Minus all compassion you’re not true blue

While continuing to satisfy some inner issue
Disavowing hearts left all battered and sore
My parents warned me about people like you

Bullying rendered all to a state of snafu
Albeit leaves an open debt balance reservoir
Minus all compassion you’re not true blue

Gifting the next generation the abuse to continue
Hopefully they’ll not venture down that corridor
My parents warned me about people like you

As ’twas others happiness you chose to subdue
Left alone now in age-care with your own rancour
Minus all compassion you’re not true blue
My parents warned me about people like you

Love

Start the march by spreading love. Here i have a task nomination for you.. Feel free to accept or otherwise.. 🙂

https://itsphblog.wordpress.com/2015/02/28/love-in-10-sentences/

G’day PH as requested

Love

A gift from above
Rejection … a bitter pill
The ability to love
inner harmony will instill

Oft confused with desire
striking with lightening force
causing the internal fire
false love … wooing remorse

Enduring love the goal
nourishing our very soul.

My favourite love quote

There’s not a man or woman alive
whom in love doesn’t glow or derive
the magic of love’s warming rapture.