Australian Women – Australia Day 2014

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Periferal Vision

I am an Australian woman,

And proud of this scene,

I was thinking today,

About what it should mean.

I have grown up in suburbs of leafy green trees,

And gone to great schools with and without fees,

I have run on the beach, and swum in the surf,

But now that I think of it, I’m English by birth.

My childhood was free of the terrors of war,

My parents were loving and lived by the law,

I played cricket and football in the streets near my home,

And my father was strict with boys and the phone.

Now I’m an adult, a mother and friend,

With children I’ll love until the world’s end,

There are stresses and hardships, we all have those,

But look what we have right under our nose.

A country that’s unique, varied and bright,

That I’ve travelled around on horses and bikes,

I love the bush, the dirt, our animals and sea,

And relish our cultures and fine history.

I’m an Australian woman,

And don’t mind a beer,

Quite partial to a man,

Not shy to shed a tear.

BBQ’s, beaches, ball sports and sun,

We are lucky to have these chances for fun,

Restaurants, wine and freedom of speech,

People that listen, learn and then teach.

This is my story, my steps are my own,

Plenty of others forge their way in this zone,

Far from the shore of their cultures and roots,

But proud to place feet in Australian boots.

Congratulations to those that celebrate this day,

Whether it be by BBQ, or in your own special way,

Australian women are not all the same,

But who cares if we all have a similar aim.

No matter your culture, race, tint or breed,

As long as we share the same basic needs,

Happiness, health, peace love and life,

Australian women can stand and unite.

Phoetry – Sean O. Murphy

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I am excited t say that someone else has given “Phoetry” a go. And wow has Sean done it well! I love the way Sean has nestled his poem between the Obelisks of his pre-dream “photo-shop” session. His poetry gives the reader a vivid picture of the brutal action captured by his words. Reading his poem I felt I was a spectator to this gruesome battle. The stones now stand in peace, the blood and entrails from these warriors long ago washed into the earth. Wildflowers grow as if to say, “None of this ever happened”.

Click on the link to have a look at Sean’s Phoetry and while your there have a read around the rest of his world, it’s well worth your time.

http://verynovel.wordpress.com/2012/08/25/phoetry/

“Phoetry” – Autumn Spire

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Autumn leaves, yellow, against azure blue sky, 

Parted by a churches’  spire.

 

 

I’m going to call this”Phoetry”. In that moment before sleep, try to grasp and stay hold the image that comes into your mind. Whatever comes first. Then add another to it. Don’t try to make sense of it; just try to remember for the next day. I found I could only retain two as I would then forget the details of the first one. You might be able to do more. This was one of mine from last night.

I’ve always wished I could photograph my dreams, or scenes from my dreams. Perhaps this is the closest thing to it. When you search for your photos (I went into “flikr”, try not to get distracted from your initial “vision”.

“Phoetry”

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On the edge of sleep, I see a picture, 

Then add another, to make it richer.

In the early hours of this morning I lay in bed thinking about this type of poetry. I’m going to call it “Phoetry”. In that moment before sleep, try to grasp and stay hold the image that comes into your mind. Whatever comes first. Then add another to it. What would come next? Don’t try to make sense of it; just try to remember for the next day. I found I could only retain two as I would then forget the details of the first one. You might be able to do more.

I’ve always wished I could photograph my dreams, or scenes from my dreams. Perhaps this is the closest thing to it. When you search for your photos (I went into flikr, try not to get distracted from your initial “vision”.

I’d love to see your “Phoetry”. Good, bad, sad, beautiful or indifferent…just go with it.

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