The Wave

Monday, 12 May, 2008 - One Response

Some days you just feel Yuk !

Feeling odd, feeling sick,

Where’s the bucket - quick !

Feeling hot, feeling cold,

I’ve even got a runny nose !

Feeling achy, feeling low,

not again - I scream - Noe !

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Feeling better, Yes I am,

Tell my brain to beat this sham !

Feeling great and better yet,

I didn’t need the bucket - Yes !

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Stomach churning, thumping head,

I just want to go to bed !

Hot water bottle, sips of juice,

I’ll sleep it off, let my brain induce.

You feel great, tomorrow better,

Always works to the letter !

Ode to the Wii Fit

Saturday, 10 May, 2008 - No Responses

It came upon a Friday night,

the green and white box, Oh joy and delight !

Mii’s engaged and ready to go,

Aerobics, Muscle workouts, Balance and Yoga.

What do I do with the remote controller ?

Hula hoops, ski-ing, and soccer,

who would think I was such an unfit daughter!

Step forward, step back, and then to the side,

Oh my God with rhythm - I almost cried !

Raise your left knee, and opposite arm,

I don’t have the co-ordinating charm !

Go for a jog in the virtual park,

make sure your trainers don’t create sparks !

All of these experiences under one roof,

the huffing and puffing, surely this cannot be good !

All of us laughing and having such fun,

a workout for everyone from father to son.

Perhaps not the best way to get fit,

I am sure those gym types will quip !

Who knows what will happen, will we get fit ?

Calculations, deadlines, goals to achieve,

will we start looking like our Mii’s ?

Time will tell, let’s work-out and see,

maybe the next time you won’t recognise me ?

Reflections

Friday, 9 May, 2008 - No Responses

Who are you ?

Is that me ?

Who is that smiling back at me ?

Two of us or one of me,

reflected light defining me ?

You are me and I am you,

does that make us one or two ?

Do you see me as I see you,

you look like me but who are you ?

Sometimes when I look I see,

or am I blinded by the reflection staring at me ?

Thank You

Friday, 9 May, 2008 - No Responses

For my friends at The Bay Attic who nominated me for an award.

Words,

Sentences,

Paragraph,

A few phrases to be read.

Noticed,

Public,

Appreciated,

Never to be expected.

Honoured,

Touched,

Thank You so Much !

Gemini Sun

Friday, 2 May, 2008 - No Responses

Glorious to see the sun, the heat, the warmth, the comfort.

The moods of those who are shone upon, change with the seasons.

The heat, the warmth, the comfort - land awakens, nature beckons.

Hearts desire, resurrected strength, rejuvenation for young and old.

The heat, the warmth, the comfort, enjoyment for every one of us !

Sorry

Thursday, 24 April, 2008 - No Responses

Pen to paper, what to write.

Will the words come out right ?

Will I say, what I should have said ?

Or will I just be pig-headed instead.

Poised to dial, voice to speak.

Cowardly hide, behind the telephones reach.

Will the words come out my mouth ?

Or just garbled, incomprehensible sound.

In Father’s Hands

Tuesday, 8 April, 2008 - No Responses

How do I keep you safe and warm ?

How do I make you happy ?

So, soft and gentle, pink and new,

A puff of cotton.

How do I protect you from the dark ?

How do I stop you hurt ?

So, simple in the mind of parents,

A practice long forgotten.

How do I make you ready,

to face the world at large ?

I let you out to experience it,

and make it what you will !

Fathers and Sons

Thursday, 3 April, 2008 - No Responses

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I don’t understand, we don’t get along.

Too alike, the connection just fights.

Flesh and blood yet, we cannot see.

Who the hell is he, not me !

Too stubborn and proud, to agree.

The age-gap, too many years to right.

Let’s try talking to amend,

but I know how that will end.

Is one right, is one wrong ?

Where’s the common ground for us to get along ?

Finger Painting

Tuesday, 1 April, 2008 - No Responses

Watching my young relations playing with paint today, brought this to mind.

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Pick a pot of paint, red, green or blue,

Hands in the paint, sqwish, squash, splat !

Put your hands on paper, one, two, three,

Wow ! Lots of coloured handies from me !

In mind.

Tuesday, 1 April, 2008 - No Responses

A memory that just popped into my head the other day, was of a place I visited with family for a picnic, on a glorious sunny day. A lovely thought.

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There is a special place in the recesses of my mind.

A childhood memory I almost forgot to find.

A relaxing and calming state, when visited I find.

Unchanging and stable, in the recesses of my mind.