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Posted:Aug 16, 2013 4:00 am
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2014 6:28 am
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Here in the land of Oz we are going through those shudder shudder terrible times... political campaigning for our new Prime Minister, house of representatives as well as new senators.
The problem is I do not like or trust either of the candidates. Both in my opinion are small petty men.
In a recent debate supposedly to show they are the better man both candidates were lack lustre, one made a really bad but funny gaff and the other cheated taking notes in with him and then saying no one told him you couldn't do that... really.... it was a off the cuff debate...sighs.
The gaff using the word suppository instead of repository.. and as one cleaver commentator said.. well I always thought he was more arse than class...chuckling.
Both candidates are taking a hard line on boat people, subjecting them to living in places that are truly harsh and spirit destroying. What I do not understand is that we have twice as many fly-in illegal immigrants but no-one talks about them nor does either side have any plans tory and stop this entry...many of them having signed almost slave like work contracts that keep them locked away in sweat houses working for wages that see them getting deeper and deeper into debt r into forced usually ending in drug addiction, diseased bodies or death.
We have been asked what is important to us (the silent majority), but as usual they pa lip service and then push it into the background.
Yes we do have to cut some jobs from our public sector...BUT you do not cut out firemen; paramedics; ambulance drivers; teachers; nurses; doctors and care givers in the community helping the frail elderly and invalid pensioners.
In my opinion the people to go are the upper and middle management people who are far to many in number getting ridiculously high salaries and golden handshakes when they should I fact be prosecuted for corruption, and blatant misuse of their power.
I m in a quandary...who the hell do I vote for, if I vote for either of the major parties I am going against my principles.... How can I cote for a party when I do not respect the leader of that party and many of the people he surrounds himself with.
If I vote for an independent or a member of the green party their vote with the way our system works will go to help one of the major parties.
I*t also goes against my principles to do a donkey vote, we live in a so called democracy where we have earned the privilege to vote and have a say in who rules us.
Unfortunately at present there are only half a dozen men and women on both sides of politics I have any respect for but they do not have a chance to rule us or bring their style of honesty and heartfelt care for our country and its people to the government that coms to power in September as the faceless men in the back room will keep them down or make sure they are not given the nod to stand again.
I am changing tac now.... my heart and prayers go out to the people of Egypt, I cannot say which side is right or wrong, I do not know enough about the internal struggle, I can only sit here in my living room and watch as people on both sides are butchered and the chance of democracy and hope that was felt in Egypt earlier this year is dragged through the mud and brutally stomped out.
The losers as always are the people, the farmers being wiped out by government corruption (both sides), denied the chance of a good education that would have enabled them to hep bring their families out of poverty, and bring their country into the 21st century and make it a safe place for tourists to once more come =, visit and look in awe at their magnificent past...
But what of their future...Egypt needs to be seen as a democratic Islamic .... Christian country that delivers a good and safe life to her people, where no one goes hungry, where you get paid a decent wage for a days work, can go home and feel safe or in fact have a home to go home to, not be afraid to have their say about how their government is run without the fear of disappearing into the many prisons or be killed.
Having gone to Egypt quite a few times and making good friends both Islamic and Christian I hate seeing this mass murder and worry for my friends safety. I love the country, it is beautiful as are the people, I have so many happy memories of drinking coffee visiting friends in their homes and breaking bread with them.
Whew....... when I vent I really do...lol
Maybe next time I will talk about sex grins...laughing
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A young female Refugees' Story
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Posted:Jul 17, 2013 7:51 am
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2014 6:30 am
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We read so much in the newspapers, documentaries on television of the plight of refugees all over the world.
I had a dream and in my dream I saw this young girl I had to get up and start writing whilst the muse sat beside me.
I have tried to write my short story as through her eyes, I have tried to write as she would have expressed herself.
I hope I achieve two things.... 1. That you like the saga this young girl took 2. That it will help you see and understand a little better why they come and how brave and badly treated they are
Loreli
My name is Jammeya I am 10 years old , I live with my mother and father My three brothers and a younger sister in, Kuzeth, a small village in Afghanistan. To-day we leave everything behind, to-day we commence our journey to our new lives. We are all excited and yet at the same time scared, we are leaving everything behind. We are leaving all, the people we know and love. My grandmother held me tight to her all night, I could hear the steady thump of her heart. She keepy telling me to be brave, but her eyes are so sad.
We had been looking at an old book she has treasured for many years It was given to her by an Australian woman who worked for the Red Cross. She and her fellow workers were the ones who had dug the well and put in the taps that made the water so much easier for us to collect. They helped repair our houses that had been damaged by the war that had waged around us.
Repairs to the Mosque were also carried out, We the and some of the adults let them stick a thin steel thing they called a needle into our arms, since then we have not gotten sick as much. For a while we even went to school, I loved it there, the teaches told us about a world beyond our mountain village.
Sadly the Taliban soldiers returned killed the teachers and burned down the school. I managed to save three precious books which my grandmother hid terrified they would be found and we would be punished. Ay night we would take them from their hiding place and read them to each other, we had over time learned them by heart. \ one of the books was about Australia and the strange animals, the rivers, the green grass, a place of freedom where no wars were fought. It was this fact that had swayed my father, to make the long and hazardous journey to this green Island at the other end of the earth.
My mother pregnant with, she says a new , for our father my three older brothers Jusef, Mohamed and Abram my younger sister Maraha all smile she said that both my sister and I would be boys. My father has been slowly selling possessions over the last two years, hoping not to arouse suspicion. My uncle who works for the police came to night to tell us someone had informed on my father the soldiers were coming for us to-morrow..
As we left our village my mother was silently crying knowing she would never see her mother, father, brothers and sisters again. We all carried food, water and a change if clothes on our backs plus my father had divided the precious gold coins amongst us all in case we were separated.
For three weeks we walked, hiding in caves or in depressions in the rocks, we travelled by night. My mother tried not to show how tired and in pain she was, she knew we had to keep going if we were stopped it would mean torture and death for us all. Whenever we could we refilled out water skins at mountain springs, but they were far apart and so we had to ration our water severely. Abram was bitten by a scorpion, the poison was swift, we buried him under a lot of rocks so wild animals would not despoil his body. We made sure he was buried facing Mecca and in his prayer beads and mat….
His death saddened us all, especially our mother he had always been her special one. Finally we arrived at the port. My father went to find the men who would help us on the next stage of our journey to Australia. We stayed in the ruined house about a kilometre from the town…. We stayed for three days but our father did not return. Jusef said we should leave the house and hide amongst the people of the town and try and find our father.
Our mother insisted my sister and I dress as , if the soldiers were waiting for us they would be looking for three boys and two girls not 4 young men. Jusef thought it would be safest for us to wait near the mosque acting like beggars and hopefully gaining some food and precious coins while he searched for our father. We waited for what seemed many hours, when Jusef returned we could tell by his face the news was not good. There was talk in the Suk of a man taken by the soldiers who had tried to escape and had been shot.
Jusef said we had to leave, but we must not panic, we had to act as if it was just another day in the markets we must walk slowly as if we were looking in the shops stopping ad bargaining for bread, honey and goats milk. He said father had been betrayed by the men who were supposed to have helped him; they took the money from him as well as the money from the soldiers.
We finally arrived in a town, Jusef said we would take the train and try and get to Spain or Turkey and try and get passage on a ship going to Indonesia or Malaysia we would then take the boat to Australia and begin our new lives. Our mother gave birth to her new as she knew she would…. But her body was so ravaged and weakened by lack of food, the harsh journey and grief over our father’s death as well as abram. She made Jusef swear on our family Koran he would look after us that we would all stay together as a family and to make sure we would finish our journey and live in Australia.
The next 2 years were a nightmare, so many people hated us when they found out we were from our homeland looking for asylum…. Finally we reached Malaysia Jusef went to the Australian Embassy to book our passage on the boat only to be told we would have to apply for citizenship but it would take many years for us to reach the top of the list. We were forced like so many before us into the terrible camps for those waiting. We were lucky Jusef, Mohamed and I could all speak English and write the language, we were soon in demand to help write letters and translate documents for the camp inhabitants. Sometimes we were paid n money and sometimes in food. Juseph is a very cleaver young man he borrowed a suit and went into town and opened a bank account and put our money there, he chose a bank with a funny name ANZ, he said it was a Australian band, we would need money to begin our new life, plus our money would be safe there and not be stolen by others living in the camp. Once a week we took turns going to the bank, Juseph told us we must always go a different way and at a different time so that people would not know where we were going or why. So each week we put all the coins we earned into our bank account.
We had to pretend we did not have money so we would not be attacked. My sister and I also took a job in a rich woman’s house cleaning and doing the washing. She was kind to us and gave us food as well as wages; she also hired Jusef to work in the gardens. In the camp the Red Cross and other care agencies had set up schools to teach us English and also help us so that when we did arrived in Australia we would be able to attend school. We were always tired, but because of Jusef we were not hungry and our bank account was slowly growing.
One day Mohamed came back excited, he had gotten a job on a boat, it was used by the Australian government to take the successful people who had made it to the top of the list or immigration. A fishing boat, it took people to Australia. And when it was empty and returning to Australia they would be fishing. He was excited as he would earn a lot of money and on the trip back they would catch fish which would also be sold and he would get a small amount of money for that as well, plus fish for us to eat. He was to leave the next day. Mohamed was gone for over two weeks; we were very worried about him then one day he was back. We could not believe how much money he had and f course fish and other sea creatures we could sell and barter for vegetables grown in the camp. He made three more trips, however on his return on the last he said He had arranged a good price for us all to go to Australia. He and Jusef would go as crew and me and my sister as passengers. We would cook for the crew and so our passage money was not as large as the others.
Poor Jusef and Mahara were both terribly sea sick, it did not help that 200 of us were crammed on the boat…. There was little food or water, the boat kept leaking we spent most of our time with anything that would hold water tipping it back into the ocean…. Some of the men used whatever they could fashion into fishing poles and hooks to try and catch fish for us all to eat.
There was excited chatter land could be seen, but then a large boat was seen coming towards us….. The crew and the captain started screaming at us to get off the boat, jump into the water and swim to the land we could see…. We were terrified most of us could not swim. The crew started hitting us and forcing us over the side of the boat…. Jusef and Mohamed tried to stop them and were hit so hard jusef was unconscious and Mohamed had a broken arm….. Mohamed yelled to us to grab the large drum that had held the water. We did it was not easy as we were so wek and it was so heavy but our fear gave us strength. Mohamed dragged Jusef with him and we all fell into the water, Mohamed had also brought some rope and tied us together and around the drum. We saw so many of the people trying to keep afloat, to keep their ’s heads above the water. The fishing boat tried to make a run for it…. I do not remember much until I awoke in a bed on the strange big ship. My two brothers had survived but sadly Mahara had drowned….
Only 30 of the 200 survived, many taken by what we were told were sharks or had drowned. Then we were told we would be taken to an island where we would stay till it could be proven we were eligible for asylum. They told us we had broken the law by not waiting our turn. No matter how we explained we had papers from the Australia granting us citizenship, it did not make any difference, we found out that the papers we had paid $20,000 dollars for were fake and the passports we had been issued with were not true ones. We argued how this could be, the men had papers saying they were from the Australian Government and our names were on a list of people who had been approved.
We stayed on Christmas Island for six months then we were brought to Australia to a detention centre. We could not believe this was the land we had tried so hard to reach… We were surrounded by barb wire fences, the houses were small and hot and the food was not good, people were always fighting, we were so cramped people were getting sick or so sad they just sat not moving not talking… We did however got to attend classes every day, our English was very good now, our teachers said we were good students,. One day we were brought to the Manager of the Camp’s office, we were s frightened, whenever you were called to see the Manager you disappeared never to be seen again, it was rumoured they were sent back to their homeland.
There was a lady there with one of the teachers. Jusef had entered an essay in a competition and he had won. The lady had been on the judging panel and had been so moved by his story, she and her husband had applied to the department of ’s’ services as well as the immigration and Foreign affairs departments. They told us they wanted t foster us…they explained it was like being a relative and looking after us till we were old enough to look after ourselves. She asked Jusef for permission to do so and if we would like to come and live with her, she explained that Juesf was now the head of our family and had to give his approval. I am now 15 and I am in high school, Jusef is now at University studying to be a doctor, Mohamed studying to be a lawyer he wants to be an international lawyer and try and help other refugees. I do not know what I want to be s yet…. Martha our foster mother says I have a talent for writing; I would like to be a reporter/writer and tell the stories of the thousands of refugees just like myself and my brothers.
I worry about my family who still live in Afghanistan, we have been to the Embassy in Canberra to try and get news of them, we are still waiting, but we have been promised the names have been given to Australian soldiers and if they are in our village they will try and seek information for us.
Since we have lived here we have learnt so much, my brother and I are considered to be the lucky ones, and yes in some ways we are but we have paid such a heavy price for this luck. Martha and Dennis our foster parents have been wonderful to us, encouraging us to study and also to help us, treating us as if we were their own we have grown to love and trust them both. We all want to try and set the record straight for both refugees and the people of Australia.
For the refugee not to listen to the men who come telling their lies about the Australian government welcoming us to come and help populate parts of Australia as farmers, teachers, doctors etc. …. Not to give the terrible men any money when they demand huge amounts of money to pay for administration costs and to purchase dwellings and places in schools for their .
To the Australians who think we are criminals for supposedly breaking the law and not waiting…. They have to be educated into how bad, how afraid we were, and why families left all they knew and loved behind and made the dangerous long journey. We are lucky we survived but our survival has taken a heavy toll on us, we lost our childhood, we witnessed things that or adults for that matter should never have to witness or live through.
Please people of Australia please look at us, we are no different to you, we are human beings, and we love our parents, our relatives, brothers and sisters. We want what you want a roof over our heads, food in our stomachs, a good education so we can gain employment and be good citizens.. Yes we worship a different God, but in many ways he is like Jesus, teaching us to treat our fellow man with courtesy and to help those less fortunate than ourselves. To live in a country where there is no war, where we can sleep at night feeling safe… yes we are just the same as you.
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Once I was Loved
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Posted:Apr 14, 2013 9:14 am
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2013 7:51 am
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What a wonderful day, The sky a beautiful azure Not a cloud on the horizon An ocean breeze ruffled my hair My rocker the perfect place to relax To remember, to relive, to feel my heart come alive once more
My eyes close The memories come flooding in There you are in front of me Your beautiful blue eyes twinkling That lopsided smile that always made my heart beat so fast.
Seeing once more the golden Palace Where first we met Slowly grew to know each other The deed of good intentions Twisted into something dirty; deceitful Friendships lost and bitterness screamed No room was safe from the vitriolic tongue of the ex lover
Like the phoenix rising from the embers Of pain, loss and hatred Our Love blossomed Shakily at first, So much baggage we carried between us Dragging us down mistrust and lies abounded
Barriers finally broken down And hearts united in a love so sweet A token of love given An island of incredible beauty A home built together A retreat from the real world
Japanese garden of tranquillity Designed by your Love, Laboured on by both of us Walks along a beach Swims in the lagoon Fed by waterfall so fresh and pure
Plans for our future made Dinners for two, carefully planned Each in turn pouring for days through Cookbooks, recipes found Some familiar and loved Some exotic, steps beyond our comfort zones Using only the best ingredients Venturing into Ethnic food shops Growing so brave, we laughed like On an adventure
Candles by the dozen adorned the dining Room, our bedroom, the veranda where we frolicked in the huge Jacuzzi Aromas of vanilla, Ylang ylang and Gardenia wafted Around us mesmerizing us A wood fire flickering dancing Long sensual love making Gifts of love given and treasured Oh the Gods were cruel, we were such innocents
Then like a viper The illness struck me At the airport I caused a stir Collapsing in the boarding lounge So close we came so close, My ticket clutched in my hand. I was flying to you Beginning our new life On that fateful day however, the Gods Laughed upon high Ripping you from me destroying our dream
Hovering between life and death Desperately trying to reach out to you You were fading no longer seen Someone thinking they knew best Destroyed what contact we had
Home at last six months in a coma A further 12 months Spent in hospital in Rehabilitation having to learn who I was all over again.. Learning to walk To do the simplest of tasks I sought you out desperately Reaching out to our friends Asking, pleading for news of you Still you could not be found
Finally you were there I reached out with words of love In return I was blasted, Knocked down and verbally kicked You were so cold so distant Your words scruel gone were your loving words Now there were onlybitter tongue lashings Insults so vile Rage, abuse were all that remained
My heart shattered, The Chatelaine of Lemuria died In her place the cold hearted Domme bitch rose Out of the ashes of Lemuria Stalking With whip and knife, My victims were well chosen The more they begged Me not to leave them The more I loathed them, Loathed the weakness that allowed them to put up with public humiliation
Friend’s pleas were not heeded Still I ran activetly seeking The path towards oblivion The path to the Abyss Where there was no pain only blackness
A man kind, gentle and decent Crossed my path, He saw beneath the charade, He saw the broken woman This kind man, this quietly spoken man A man to outward appearances so weak yet in reality a man of determination and steel Showed her the way to redemption Slowly the pain lessened My heat began to mend My salvation I thought I had gained
The gods had other plans A woman fighting for her man A woman trying to once again Have his love Came to me, Her pain apparent, she begged For one more chance She had made mistakes, Taken him for granted Pleading she promised to be good Be once more the woman he married
She struck a deal... let him come home to her just for 3 months.. If at the end of that time he still wanted his freedom Se would no longer fight
For the first time in so long she thought of others Their happiness To be kind I was cruel I ripped his heart out and left it laying on the ground Sending him back to her waiting arms
I am alone, but that is not so bad Fragile still and wary Taking time to finally grow to Know the real me
I was once loved by two wonderful men To experience a gift so rare Hoping one day we will be friends Holding out my hand, Hoping one day they will take it An ironic smile curves my lips realising I did too good a job of sending them away for them ever to return
I was once loved In my memories I still am Living still in Lemuria Walking hand in hand in my garden of tranquility Young and beautiful if only in their eyes
I sit here on the verandah of my home Siren’s Song 'dmy eyes filled with tears No do not feel sad for me, They are tears of joy Tears of fond memories For I know I was blessed, truly blessed As so few people are in this life So I sit here Remembering … Once I loved two wonderful men A man who loved me in return It does not matter IF it only lasted for 11 months Eleven months is a life time to remember The love of my life, my Soul Mate, a wild tempestuous love and a quiet gentle love no less wonderful in its simplicity
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The Beauty Inside
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Posted:Apr 14, 2013 8:04 am
Last Updated:May 15, 2024 9:5 am
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An act of aggression A deed foul and terrible Humanity that day at itsworst
Those born of power and privilege And yet but a pack of dogs Defended by lesser mortals To proud to admit their seed was flawed
The fear to tell Would Ibebelieved Keeping it inside the eyes went dull The mind went blank The men in white coats came
The false priests pray, That Justice will remain blind The wept in vain
The stirring inside begins to bring me back The decision has been made I will not see you I will not meet you
You come, I see you, I love you We will not part You are part of me You are not guilty of the foul deed
You are the joy of my life The love that is now mine To Cherish To last till I fade from this world To protect and nurture To guard from all harm Even when my footsteps fade When they can no longer Be heard on this Earth
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It's not if you win or Lose
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Posted:Apr 14, 2013 7:54 am
Last Updated:May 15, 2024 9:5 am
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Woman of dreams past Companion of long ago Partner of yesterday’s endeavors Builder of futures not to be Lover fading into bittersweet memory Mother of our
Somewhere Along the way Life extracted its’ toll In the currency of love And now at best We are friends
Each wanting happiness For ourselves For the other There is no win There is no lose There should be No game As love Breathes its’ final breath
For the last time Let us put away Acrimonious words And say goodbye As we said hello With respect Kindness Admiration And perhaps Friendship
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A new Star in Heaven
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Posted:Sep 18, 2012 8:05 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2024 9:5 am
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A New Star in the Heavens
Tonight I sat on the beach My heart full of Pain Even the dark enticing waters Could not ease the pain
Since I was a little girl I have always heard the platitudes Muttered to supposedly make one feel better
They have gone to a better place They are once more reunited with their loved ones God needed new angels to sing in his choir They are free of pain now
I too have been guilty of saying them Yes I believe they do help some Does give them a release But this time as I sit here Letting the waves Lap at my body They taste like saw dust.
This past 12 months have taken their toll I have muttered those platitudes over nine times Nine times I have had a little cry Nine times I have gone to church and praid For their souls Five times I have attended services and looked On faces filled with grief
Many of them were close and loving friends, Soul Mates, women I felt so close to like a sister And one or two men I loved as I would a brother Each night before I retire to my bed, I light candles And say prayers to those who have gone on ahead But each time it gets harder, so hard
Artemis is looking down on me Caressing me with her moon beams Normally I find such peace communing with her But not tonight, my mind is racing so fast Why am I still here, why? They were so much brighter So much more helpful to man Filled with the joy of families Whereas I yes I have a beloved And a cousin I adore and respect so much
But if tomorrow I did not wake Would I be missed as those before me are... No the sad fact is My would grieve for a short while But then get on with her life My cousin, yes she would shed a tear as well But also would move on Maybe one or two others would feel sad But in a short time would have forgotten me completely
So I sit here asking the question WHY..... Why am I still here when they are gone? My latest friend to pass was such an incredible person So why........
My eyes filled with tears I look up at the moon, Artemis in her full beauty However, my eyes are drawn like a magnet There is a new star, beautiful twinkling As I look I feel warmth, a soft caress And almost I can hear words, I strain Trying so hard to hear understand Then it is gone... but my heart feels A little lighter
Once more my friends’ wisdom is spot on Who am I to question? Mayhap there is a reason This in time will be revealed Maybe the old ones has a quest, A Test, I have to undergo a chance to help someone
I get to my feet, I face Artemis, Raise my arms in the age old homage to her Offer up thanks turn back to the dunes, Slowly walk home and light once more The candles dedicated to my friends Have my nightly conversation Say my prayers go to bed and remember Remember the laughter, the good times and the sad Yes I remember, my many blessings having met, Know and been privileged to call them friend A New Star in the Heavens
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How do I say Goodbye
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Posted:Sep 18, 2012 7:55 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2024 9:5 am
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How do I say Goodbye So foreign a word Inappropriate In its abruptness For a heart Knows no goodbye Just a slow passing of time Measured By each beat Of a broken heart You have not said goodbye Nor have I And yet Fate demands Nothing less Let us both Deny destiny For you can dwell In my heart And know You are loved Until we can be Together again
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What a joke the level playing field is
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Posted:Oct 8, 2011 9:40 am
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2013 7:53 am
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]Sometimes I wish I lived in the 19th Century,
There was no such thing as a level playing field, Australian Farmers worked hard, long hours, but when they sold the fruit of their sweat they were given a decent price a price that allowed them to pay their bills and support their families. Our farmers who held their properties for generations.
We enjoyed large flavorsome peaches, mandarins, Crispy sweet apples, our fruit was the best in the world, free from the diseases that plagued other countries.
Our meat..beef, lam,b, mutton pork and chicken free of steroids, chemical good to eat and again free from pesticides and those revolting inhumane battery cages for the chickens, small feeding lots for the cattle etc.
Newcastle thrived and prospered from the steel works situated there. We made our own furniture here in Australia, we were proud of our Holden, many families happily driving the sedans or family station wagons.
Living in Queensland we had free hospital and doctor visits, there was little pollution our land and rivers not polluted. We had very little unemployment.
Families went out on Sundays to the beach or the park and had bb-ques or picnics, playing cricket, football enjoying being together....
In the 21 century we supposedly have made so much progress and lived a better life.....
I will admit medical science has made major breakthroughs. Computers have enabled cutting edge surgery to be performed so many lives saved.
Telecommunications have allowed hospitals thousands od miles away from specialists can dial up help and are guide through complex procedures via the Internet.
We can travel overseas for holidays either cruising or flying something only the very rich could afford in the good old days. Education too has advances and anyone no matter how poor if they had the brains can go through University.
We now have a multicultural society and our new citizens have bought the gift of exotic food, spices, new vegetables, fruit, crafts and good people.
But there is also a down side to this so called 21st century good life.
Many of our farmer have been forced off the land unable to keep going on the low prices offered for their produce as well a battling droughts, fires floods. But the most damming the straw that broke their backs inferior fruit, vegetables and meat and seafood imported from overseas.
Or if it comes from here so full of chemicals to make the animals bigger the fruit more colorful...but aa scientists are now telling us full of carcinogenic. Thousands of products flooding our markets many of them having to be recalled as being dangerous. Our manufacturing industry broken and laying crippled on the ground, we now sell our raw ores and buy it back at twice the price....Much of our land in the hand of foreign ownership... but our governments tell us it is good we import foreign goods and we can sell ours overseas....
Our governments also bend over backwards to show they are not racially prejudiced allowing all religions and cultural beliefs flourish here... yes that is a good thing on the surface, but what about my rights, when I was a little girl at Christmas time our greatest pleasure beside Santa's presents was to go into the City and looking in wonder into the windows of David Jones and Mark Foys windows and see the nativity scene, Santa an his sleigh, his rein deers and the christmas carolers.. now that is no longer allowed as it offends some of our new arrivals and their god. No longer are we allowed to sing christmas Carrol's in the squares of our towns or in schools again it offends.....
I do not consider myself a racist, in fact I will fight for people to worship their god, keep their cultures in tact in their new land. However what I find hard to accept is that many do not learn their new home's language, nor do they take out citizenship, some do not recognize our laws... Why did they come here if they do not like what Australia stands for. I have to be honest the majority of new arrivals do make Australia their new homeland taking out citizenship embracing our casual lifestyle while still keeping their old land's culture alive...the best of both worlds..
Why this long rant...tonight on the news the scandal has broken... bottles of fruit juice supposedly made with Australian fruit is in fact made up from fruit grown in polluted soil and watered with water so full of chemicals from polluted rivers and the fruit juices are months in fact years old when it arrives in our super markets, cases ae coming forward this juice has killed or made and elderly peole very ill.
If this is what is meant by a level playing field....I do not want it....would rather go back to Fortress Australia and live off our land again.
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He Sleeps
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Posted:Sep 15, 2011 4:27 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2013 1:20 am
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Sitting on the patio deep in thought I had never seen you like that before You are always my tower of strength Tonight you crumpled You came apart at the seams I sat there numb and silent
I let you down, the one time you needed me I let you down As if I have the world on my shoulders I slowly walk into our bedroom
I sit on our bed and look at you, I see the boy you were, the carefree boy The Young man so serious and dedicated You were going to make the world a better place By you being here you accomplished hat the World is a better place having you i it.
The man who went down on bended knee asking shyly, and very nervously to be his wife The look on your face as you held our new born In your arms Again when you held our twin daughters
Your job taking you away from us The calls from all over our homeland As you rose hg her in the Company The late night or early morning calls from those exotic places your company had you travel to.
Each time you came home there were new worry lines but I did not want to know I just wanted to enjoy the benefits Did not want to see how little by little you withdrew and kept your to yourself
You had always ben the breadwinner, proud of your ability to provide for us Always putting that little away for our later years...
I knew something was wrong the moment I saw you walk in the door but again I did not want to know it might disrupt my carefully manicured life
Sitting here the tears falling down my face silently Oh my friend, my confident, my lover My beloved husband, how could I be so cruel When did I change, when did I turn into this grasping vain cold woman
I need to tell you, it is all right Everything Will be fine, we will be okay They have been asking me for months to work extra hours.... so I will say yes
I will help you update your Resume Your spotless reputation as a Honorable man Your steering of the departments under your control to happy united profit making units is well known
It Will not be long before you are snapped up... How shortsighted that company is to let yo go, Your knowledge of different cultures and your ease with languages The respect you are held in with the overseas firms yo deal with...
Why could I not say that to our face A lock of errant hair falls across our face Very gently and tenderly I remove it, brushing it into our hair
Sitting here, I fall in love with you all over again Have I left it too late Have I driven you away? My hands nervously twisting the bed covers in my anxiety
Your eyes open I stumble over my words trying to get them out I make such a hash of it.... I look into your eyes expecting to see disgust coldness, distain, but no your eyes are shining with love Shhhh it's all right love..... Do you know how much I love you ? dam woman you have not changed You are still the beautiful woman I saw sketching by the lake, the vision I fell for instantly
I take your hand, and squeeze it We will be all right We will weather this road bump and be the stronger for it
I lay down on the bed, enfolded in your arms. sighing with contentment, knowing I am safe, loved, and once more alive Like a young girl a young girl in love with her beau - My lover of thirty years, my beloved husband.
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She the walker in the Night
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Posted:Sep 15, 2011 4:11 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2024 9:5 am
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She stands in the shadows Watching the occupants within Their human smell fills her being The lust comes upon her Her fangs appear her talons break through
Her eyes fill with blood She stays in the shadows, watching Waiting, envisioning the feast ahead Her body trembles her heart if it still be that Pumps with the venom she calls blood
She watches waits to find the weakness The mistake to allow her entrance A soft tinkling laugh drifts on the night breeze Familiar, yet not It triggers a feeling, she staggers An emotion like a knife cutting into her
Once more in control, she glides closer, What was that sound Why was it so familiar? A small cherub of a , with glistening red hair Runs into sight, that sound issuing forth Huge emerald eyes flanked by long curling lashes Open wide and look at her, the cherub comes She stares out into the night into her eyes and waves
Waves of memories attack her, Groaning in pain she is forced to the ground Screaming in anguish Her death her rebirth flashes before her eyes Looking up she members the sound Her family, her wee bairn used to make that sound Her beautiful red haired Lorelei used to laugh that laugh
She remembers the night her dark Lord came for her She remembers Her fangs contract her talons disappear She turns from the warmth of the house The laughter and love, Fleeing from the sound of happiness Fleeing from what once was hers
She who walks in the night continues She prowls the night alone, the memory of the Laughter fading away But the hauntingly beautiful emerald eyes remain Reminding, torturing burning her The sadness of knowing what she lost Follows her
Across the lake in the stone home The family who resides there continues They continue to laugh and to be happy Not knowing how close they came So close to being walkers of the night
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One more Saturday to go Fishing
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Posted:Sep 15, 2011 12:09 am
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2014 4:24 am
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Just one more Saturday Fishing He always came to me When he had a booboo I would clean the abrasion with Detol, he was always so brave His little face scrunched in pain But never a sound escaped his lips I would cover his booboo With a snoopy band aid his favourite
Every Saturday without fail We went fishing together, I taught him to bait his first hook.... I laughed so hard tears running down my face The worm kept slipping off his hook His concentration so poignant Reminding me of his father When on this same jetty On this same lake I taught him to catch his first fish, It was almost as small as a sardine He was so proud You would have thought He had caught the grand daddy Of all barramundi
I was there the night when He brought his first Steady girlfriend home to meet His grandma and I He was so shy, Yet so proud, of his girl So protective of her Just like he was with his sisters...
I was there and remember like It was last night, when after, Helping his grandmother with the dishes He came to me, we sat there for about Ten minutes, he kept clearing his throat I knew he wanted to talk and it was important To him, he was so nervous, finally he told me That night we had our first serious argument Angry words that night spoken by us both I tried to stop him, I pleaded, as did his grandmother
But as his father before him He was quiet but stubborn But pop, you must see It is the right thing to do, Please pop please Give me your blessing He came over to me Bent down, and took my hands in his And repeated Pop it is the right thing to do You know that
So I went to the bus top with him, Held him tight in my arms And unashamedly I kissed him Let the tears fall unheeded Down my face I stood there till the bus had been Out of sight for a long time; Still waving, not caring that all Saw red eyes; saw the raw pain etched there
I was there when he graduated, Despite my misgivings I was so proud of him There he stood tall and proud, Hugging his grandma and I Who was this tall young man? He had come to the academy A young boy barely shaving, Now a confident young man Stood before me
All the proud young men All with the pride of our nation Resting on their young Enthusiastic But naïve innocent shoulders
I was there when he boarded The massive troop carrier plane To fly away to that far off land I was there when the car pulled up Next to the front kerb Outside our home
I was there when two young men Sat my wife and I down Explaining how brave he had been And how he had been loved by all, How proud our nation was Of his sacrifice
I was there when they gave me the flag Of a grateful nation
I was there when they fired off a volley Of rifle shots in his honour
I was there when many of his comrade In arms came and told my wife and I What a fine young man he had been And how they had be honoured To call him friend...
But I was not there I refused to be there When he was lowered into the cold earth I had been there when a grateful nation Buried his father my I was there when the lights Went out of his wife’s eyes Slowly retreating from the world
I am here now teaching His and My great grandchildren how To put the worm on the hook
I wish I could have gone fishing With both my boys “Just one more time”.
As I sit here now quietly Fishing with my great grandchildren I offer up a fervent prayer
I hope to hell a grateful bloody nation Do not bury my Great grandson or great grand Dear God please hear my plea
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Survivor.....Damaged
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Posted:Sep 13, 2011 10:10 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2013 1:21 am
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She walks into a room an Air of confidence surrounds her Her smile, puts others at ease, helps them relax
Her friends and co-workers often say They do not know how she does it; Where did she get her strength? Her instincts they were always spot on Well almost all always
The she worked with liked her More importantly, they trusted her They also knew if they were straight with her She would defend them come hell or high water Many times she had stood up to judges Threatened to go to a police mans’ superior If she felt they had overstepped the mark
The also knew that look, when her green Eyes seemed to see inside their soul, saw when They were lying, when they straight with her They knew that for o0once in their young lives Someone cared for them, gave a dam about them. Worried that they were not eating properly, Worried that being on the street, was dangerous
They knew they could go to her for any problem She would quietly listen to them, Never judge them or raise her voice At them in anger
She had helped Mandy pass her Maths exam Encouraged Michael to follow his dream To become a doctor, she had spent hours in the Library researching scholarships,
Finally finding one that provided money for Accommodation, books, tuition. She found him a part-time job One that fitted around his school hours. Pauline a dress to wear To her school dance, Had paid for her to go to a hairdresser; to have her makeup done professionally.. She was also chaperoned at the dance.
All loved her, trusted her, respected her All envied her strength and conviction They did not go home with her They did not see her wake up in a cold sweat When she had the nightmares.. Relived the pack Relived the sexual abuse by a close Relative. Did not see the self-doubt In her eyes, the fear, the nausea
They were not with her when that tiny Little voice kept whispering in her head She was not worthy of their trust She was evil telling lies, about her relative She was damaged goods, even her own parents Did not want her… they knew she was trash They did not see her when herself doubts Overwhelmed her, and she was tempted to End it all,
No they did not see the damaged little girl Who had been physically and mentally abused? From the day she was born No they did not see any of that, nor did they See neither the steely look nor the affirmations she said To herself each morning.
No; they did not see her when she gave thanks For her survival, for making it through another Night to wake to the light and rejoice in another Day to help her ….. Another day to try and help the young ones to not have her cold sweats; her fears her nightmares.
She wanted and was determined to help them to Graduate; be clean for a day, a month, a year. Forever To get their own place, a place they were safe A place they made their own by fixing up. The joy and the love you felt when You held your newborn in your arms To paint a picture, become a photographer, A teacher, Husband, Mother
She knew she was a damaged survivor She also knew that was why she was Needed….. To help the other damaged survivors To be repair, loved, nurtured, trusted
AND TO LIVE….LIVE WITHOUT SHAME; FEAR; THE LITTLE VOICE
TO LIVE IN THE LIGHT NOT THE DARK
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Do not Judge
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Posted:Sep 11, 2011 10:45 am
Last Updated:Oct 29, 2014 10:38 pm
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Judge not the soldier Judge not the soldier For the soldier makes good The policies and promises Of leaders you have chosen
Judge not the soldier If you have not voted Participated in the responsibility of freedom For a soldier knows all too well responsibility
Judge not the soldier Until you have journeyed Far from those you love To take the fight to the enemy
Judge not the soldier If you have not held point Dirty, wet, hungry, tired Yet ever alert for danger
Judge not the soldier Unless you have braved the firefight And know your measure As only a soldier does
Judge not the soldier Until you have stood tall Against superior numbers And held your ground
Judge not the soldier If you have not been wounded Confidence shaken, known fear Yet bravely, swiftly, returned to the battle
Judge not the soldier Unless you have seen friends and comrades fall Heard their screams and dying prayers for those they love Or held their hand as they breathed their last
Judge not the soldier If you have never faced a wife, husband, or And told them they price they have paid For your rights and freedoms
Judge not the soldier For you live free and unfettered By the soldier’s honor, hands, blood, and life And you have not earned that right
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