Stories from an eclectic mind
Romance, Fantasy and random short stories
Loneliness
A wander up the beach one day
Releaved a lonely scene
A partly eroded shell
Upon the beach for all to see.
Is this shell lonely?
Or is it happily,
Having some alone time
Content to simply be?
Too many things
Life should be immortal for all
For how do we fit all those things
That we want to do
Trips we want to take
And live our life to be better
Weekend Blues
I’m busy night and day
Five days of the long working week
I teach, plan, mark co-ordinate
Ring parents, visit students
and ocasionally get to grade.
I walk steps on the counter
That number close to 10 000
I cart packs and smile
Greeting each child
Then comes the weekend
And it’s slowed down pace
With it settles an unsettled feeling
So long I’ve been busy
That in this quiet morning retrieve
I have time to ponder, to rest and reflect
And that is not always for the best
Is my path right?
Which way should I go?
Should the path run straight forward,
Route obvious?
Or should I plunge down the temptation of a side road?
Take a jump off the cliff face and see where I fall?
Weekends allow time for doubt to creep in
Questions to pose with no answers that come
Along comes the week days
And I am back to my fun.
The Surprise
My aunt, she is a gardener
Her green fingers are extraordinary
She gave me this dreary plant
Long leafed and quite ordinary
There was nothing that exciting
About the lanky plant in basket
Until I opened up the door one day
And my mind was blown completely away
This brilliant flower graced my view.
Several hanging baskets later
My aunt’s green thumb has not dissipated
Heaps of differently beautiful flowers
Now exist in my hanging baskets.
The daily hug
“Have you hugged your child today?”
A billboard sign was posted.
My mother took that board to heart
A family line was toasted.
Each day, each morning, each afternoon
A hug was freely given.
Now my day does not start true
Until I hug my children.
Ideas
249 or so
Poems I have self published
I no longer use the daily prompts
My mornings are too busy
So now I find a block of time
And tap away at the keyboard.
Dreary days work the best
For poetry to flow from fingers.
But now after a day of scheduling
A few weeks more worth of posts
My ideas are drained and slowing down
I have no more to write of
Hopefully this last batch will do
Until the next sunless day arrives.
But given that it’s winter time,
In warm and sunny Brisbane,
The cloudy days are going to be few
So I guess I will just have to do some sunshine writing.
Hopefully more ideas will come
In the next week or two.
I’ve taken the plunge
I did it
I’ve done
What for me is an amazing thing
I’ve taken the plunge
I’ve submitted a blog
For publishment and payment
Now the wait has begun
In this world of the instant
I will be forced to wait
Success I will be told of
Failure never.
Is that bone?
Oh boy oh boy oh boy
It really is unbelievable
Everyone is going well
No broken bones to speak of
The house is reasonably tidy
The washing is almost done
The dinner has been planned and prepped
The afternoon is rolling on.
“Hey Mum,” I hear the call
In concerned yet confusing tones
“Oh crap” I wispher now as a child interupts me
“Is this tooth like thing a bone?”
“I was chewing on my lunch right now,
And out pops this hard round thing”
“Did you have a loose tooth” I ask.
“Nope, I think my mouth is bleeding.”
“Oh crap it’s the weekend afternoon
No dentist to be found”
Thanks Patty
Trying too hard Hanging on too tight Won’t save you the heartache The pain at midnight. She’ll walk out regardless It’s not about you She has places to go She has things to do. The longing, the craving Get ahold of yourself Stop being so needy Take care of yourself. Whining and sulking Makes you […]
via TRYING TOO HARD — lovenlosses
This is a thought provoking poem for people out there. For me it speaks of acheivements, pathways and self awareness journeys. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Thanks Patty for allowing me to share.
Bank Balance
It’s a dreary sort of day
A bird chirps in a tree
A car drives up the road
And I wish I could be free.
Life feels like a prison
With every day the same,
I do not forfil my dreams
Instead I follow a trodden path
Of shoulds and can’s and can’ts.
Should is quite frankly boring
And can and can’t are overrated
I’d really love to fly
To not turn up to work one day
And not give a reason why
I’d love to say no to bills
And eat Pizza breakfast, lunch and tea
I’d love to quit my job
Although I like it fine
I just want to be riducolous
And see if I could survive
To throw in all that security
And set off for worlds unfound
To have nothing more than a backpack
Laptop, and money galore
Perhaps that’s why I haven’t
Ever taken the plunge
I do not have the bank balance
To simply have that much fun.
