hhhhmmmm Poetry

It seems I'm on another poetry kick.  I don't know where it is coming from, I promise it is unintentional.  It is just pouring out of me right now.  Maybe it's the swear-worthy agony that's goin' on.  Isn't there something about great art being born out of pain?  If it's true, you better hang on to your turban kid, cause when I die, this stuff will be worth more than the Mona Lisa!

Sometimes

Sometimes she feels so angry.

He chose the path they staid.

He took the choice for both of them. 

She simply honoured and obeyed.

Sometimes she starts to waver.

She mourns each small mistake.

 She could have done it better.

She shouldn't underestimate.

Sometimes it doesn't matter, 

What is in the past.

Now each has gone their separate ways.

Their path just didn't last.

Sometimes the sorrow descends, 

Upon her haunted life.

She didn't know his power

Would cut her like a knife.

Sometimes she says, "Once is enough."

Though, tomorrow not the same.

She will cry and she will wonder

If he even knows her name.

Sometimes promises are broken.

There's a shattering of peace.

Yet life continues onward,

And Wonders never cease.

Red Shield Sunday

In Australia, today is Red Shield Sunday.  Today is the day that thousands of Australians, including; Salvos, school kids and supporting charities, will get out in the streets, knock on doors and ask for your cash.


It all goes towards a worthy cause.  The flood clean up and financial assistance program is one that is probably in the forefront of our minds.  However, the Salvo's have been around for over one hundred years and they have pioneered many social services in our community today.  Chaplaincy in prisons (especially for women), children's services, missing persons and family reunions, Christian teaching and fellowship, housing for domestic violence victims, drug and alcohol rehabilitation, are all examples of when the Salvo's stepped up and reached out to those in need.  Regardless of who you are or where you come from you will likely have a need one day.  It may not be practical or financial, it may not be spiritual or emotional but it may be both. 


While there are hundreds of volunteers who serve The Salvation Army every year, many of their worthy programs can not happen without financial support from your pocket.  So when the cute white uniforms, the bright coloured polo shirts or the school kids in jeans arrive at your door today, give what you can.  If only 5 million people give one dollar to this cause there will be 5 million dollars.  If you can give more that would be great, but every little bit counts.  So, get out your coin jars and the five bucks you have hidden for a rainy day and hand it over. 

If you ever have that rainy day, the Salvo's will be there with the ark!  

The Face

The disappearing hair, atop a creased forehead.  

The long, pointed nose balancing furrowed eyebrows.

Below, drooping lids and wrinkles;deep, grey eyes.  

Skin; drawn and discoloured.

Red lips; corners down.  

Round chin, two; resting on a work worn hand.

Behind large lenses, deep eyes acknowledge the presence of another.  

A silent, listless plead: "Not today." 

Me too! Me Too!

Well this explains so much!  Now I understand!  I have a serious allergy problem here.  It isn't my fault at all.  You need to remember that it is an illness!

I wonder if there is an allergy pill for this one yet?