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Ballerina Down Downtown
City lights surround
The stage set with a
Cast of three dancers
Ballerina down downtown
Transfixed I watch as your hand
Gracefully plays across imagined
Waves etched within the
Air around you
Ballerina down downtown
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You lift your arms effortlessly
Reaching up as heavy drops of rain
Pound their rhythmic
Splashes of song
Ballerina down downtown
Two male dancers lift and
Pass you to-and-fro
Your slim body
Embraces the quickening beat
Ballerina down... (more)
Tags: poetry, writing, lyrics, theresa h hall, ballerina down downtown
Look - Prose about seeing (Part 3)
Look at the tulip petals as they slowly unfold
Look at the wedding ring sparkling gold
Look at the clouds as they drift through the sky
Look at expressions of those who walk by
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Look at the leaves curling on trees
Look at the hive that is made by the bees
Look at the spider web woven and glossy
Look at the mother, finger pointing and bossy
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Look at the stars on warm summer nights
Look at the dog with the ball that he bites
Look at the crests of the waves on the beach
Look at the... (more)
Listening - Prose (Part 2)
Listen to the morning birds with their wake up song
Listen to the footsteps in the house where you belong
Listen to the new borns as they utter their first sounds
Listen to the children's laughter ringing through playgrounds
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Listen to the anger in the voices in a fight
Listen to thunder as it cracks on stormy nights
Listen to the people having conversations nearby
Listen to the whirring fans on ceilings way up high
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Listen to the sounds of hooves galloping on the ground
Listen to the lost shelter... (more)
Compliments
Compliments, us women love them. I wonder if our men folk love them equally?
What does the lady in your life want to hear? I am trying to list 'genuine' compliments/words not the 'I want to get you in the sack corn'. A light-hearted and serious look at things we sometimes say to one another.
Genuine from our men-folk
You look stunning. Hairdresser did an amazing job hun. How pretty are you looking right now. I so wish you would believe me when I tell you that you have a great figure. You are the greatest mum. Being with you would have to be one of the smartest... (more)
Tags: writing, relationships, manners, humour, compliments, smarmy compliments, genuine compliments, appearance, keeping relationships happy
Touch - A prose about senses (Part 1)
Touch by hand the subtle things
Touch the child with new born skin
Touch the water in rock pools still
Touch the snow - white frozen chill
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Touch the bark of trees at dark
Touch the glass and leave your mark
Touch the animal that makes you shiver
Touch the stones in the rippling river
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Touch the pen so you may write
Touch the pillow you sleep on at night
Touch the cheek of those who blush
Touch the person whose heart is crushed
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Touch the grass in paddocks... (more)
Online Dating
...to be with) happens to be from an internet site and the thought of that makes you wary...think about it ..what harm can it do...what are you afraid of? It will be your choice to chat, to talk on the phone, to meet when you feel comfortable in doing so.
I did and I am so glad that I took the plunge for if I hadn't I would probably be sitting in my little study blogging, writing and wondering who is out there for me?
As they say nothing ventured...nothing gained.
OK he's not Bruce...but my man is just as ... Pic courtesy of Google & articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com (more)Tags: writing, relationships, internet date sites, meeting someone, being cautious, giving it a go, finding your ideal, tips for internet dating, my thoughts
Brumbies
Gossamer circles hang on limb
broken only by the gust of wind
stirred from skies and plunges deep
skies of black and restless sleep
Brumbies stir and gallop up hills
steep their climb strong of will
light from stars bathe the ground
grass is black for miles around
Lightning breaks the darkness still
zig zagged lights across the hill
thunder rumbles high in these skies
brumbies pack warning danger is nigh
Leader heads them up the hills
others follow at their will
strong of legs they carry on
... (more)Tags: writing, prose, panic, brumbies, australia wild horses, thunderstorms
Pop and his new toy
The day has arrived, well yesterday actually.
I took Pop to buy a scooter - as his car was sold last week.
He could not drive anymore without putting his life in danger or someone else's. He settled on a 2nd hand one (2 years old) and after today’s first ‘test-drive’ I am so glad he didn’t pay for a new one at $4000.00. This was just over half that price.
See in the 1st picture the smile – the look of happiness, as we set the speed to turtle (5kph) to get out of the driveway. It can ramp up to the hare which is 12kph….I know what a hoon.
Down... (more)
Tags: family, writing, elderly, scooters, test run, no more driving, tortoise and hare
Life Over 50
how does it change us?
what makes us different if anything?
we see the same things ....... though probably now through squinted eyes or glasses
we hear the same things ... though you may have to speak up a little or slower
we smell the same things .... our nostrils haven't let us down yet
do we feel the same?
hmmm no... our brains think we do, our bodies are less inclined
it's our prerogative to have achy knees, hands, feet or legs, we have used them for a long time
to say what we want to though it may offend, our right to speak our mind
... (more)Tags: writing, age, memories, manners, hearing, wrinkles, creams, sore joints, grumpiness, for the over 50's, eye-sight
The Year 1602
Her hair was left threaded underneath his finger-nails.
Mud and wetted boots from chasing her through the moors, he finally caught up with her, though exhausted, she still put up a fight.
Breathless screams for help did her no good, not out here, where it was too barren, too cold for any human to survive for long, where the heavy fog blanketed the sedge grass and it wilted under its dampness.
Her clothes were tattered, expected, her life lived in the woods at the edge of the moors would be a poor one, but yet she was still pretty. He observed her cream complexion beneath... (more)
Tags: writing, short story, witchcraft, innocence, crimes, witches, sixteenth century
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