2014 The year that was
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Posted:Jan 2, 2015 8:02 am
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Grumble gnashing of teeth…., I posted a hello to all my friends and the first half has disappeared into the black cyber hole, so here go again:
It is that time f year again.... The beginning of the New Year 2015
I have written out my NY's resolutions, burnt the paper, put the ashes into a plastic bag and took it to the ocean where I let the breeze bow the ashes into mother Ocean, I stayed on the beach to meditate as a beautiful red sun peeped over the horizon and ten in all her beauty spread her rays over the land.
This tie of year also has me take stock of my life and the year just departed. 2014 had some high and some lows, but overall I have a good life with good friends both here in Oz and overseas. I am a fortunate woman I have a roof over my heed, food on the table, an awesome , friends, and a new direction for 2015.
So here goes what I am grateful for and feel so blessed
First... Irena and Cath, we have been friends for so many years, I have been with you both during the good times and the bad, when we were t speaking, and when we made up again, but through it all I do not think we stopped caring for each other. It gave me so much pleasure when I heard you were gating married, it is so hard in this world to find the one and hold on to them. You both humble me with your friendship, care being there for me , being my friend when I returned home so ill and so despondent. You made me laugh and helped me on my road to recovery. We have been there fir each other when ones we loved no longer loved us. You put up with my eccentricities, my temper tantrums, so many things my dear friend...thank you for caring for me warts and all
Sarah, I so admire you and adore you as a sister even though we have never met. Both army wives you much longer than I. You fight the red tape little men to make sure your babies get the best care and attention.
Taking on losing weight and sticking to it, becoming half the woman you weighed...so proud of you. Going back to school to get a good job to help your family have a good life, another reason I admire you. Your artistic talents, arts and crafts, and like me and Dale have the gift, not always a gift but sometimes feels like a curse. To be able to speak about our gift and know I/we will not be laughed at or derided. To speak with one who knows the cost of our gift, as well as the happiness it brings us when we succeed. Thank you for being my friend/llil sister... adore you sweetheart.
Josepha (J0), the Goddess was smiling down on me when you became my neighbour, and over the years we developed a deep and caring friendship, you taught me how to make canoles, make my own pasta, many different varieties, a good Italian loaf of bread. The invitations and acceptance of your family of me at all the family gatherings, Christmas, Eater, Weddings, Christenings, funerals and just the Sunday family get together. You gave me a new family to replace my other family I have now lost to the Grim Reaper. Our days of working in your veggie patch together, the endless cups of coffee while we sorted out world problems or what movies to go and see. Love you Jo and give thanks every day for you being in my life.
Bill, you are such a joy to know, the time you give to your fellow vets, your caring nature and reaching out your hand to help. I have watched fascinated as over the years your photography has developed , the pictures you share with me sometimes bring me to tears they are so beautiful. The majesty of your beloved mountains, the amazing photos of siders, beetles, flowers and the amazing animals who roam the province you call home. You became the big brother I always wanted, the hours we spent chatting on the internet, sometimes flirting and teasing each other, but always there was a respect and affection there...... thank you bill your friendship makes my heart sing.
Rob, smiles, the chats we have had on yahoo, the face to face chats...grins as I remember... Swapping ideas on house renovating, getting ideas from each other, talking over a problem with a part of the renovation. Again like Irena, you were always there giving me strength and support when I went through bad times, never judging me, offering good advice and just being my friend.... Rob our years together have been wonderful, we have never met, but I feel so close to you.... thank you my friend, I hope we will be friends for many years to come
Tony, you came into my life, when I had accepted that there would be no man in my future, you made me feel special, almost beautiful. You bought calmness to my soul. The time we spent together, weather it was just chatting, watching TV or a DVD sipping wine, Cooking a meal for you, and out times hidden away in our own little world when I closed my bedroom door. Tony you bought back to life both my heart and my body. Laughing and oh my god, all the stuffed toys you kept bringing me, it gave you so much pleasure, I did not have the heart to tell you they were not my favourite thing smiles again. Loved how you ere intelligent and as well travelled as I, that you had experienced things as I had, see the worst of what man can do to man, but also the beauty of the people in Somalia, Zimbabwe and the middle East. Then you were gone, no explanation, no word just disappeared from my life, you took the sunshine with you and broke and shattered my heart into a thousand pieces. I am still raw and hurt, but I know in time the pain will disappear and I will only remember you as a good kind and passionate lover/man.
Rick what I can say, if we had met 15 years ago, if we lived on the same land mass what a coupe we would have been. Rick when I think of you I see a man I would be content to grow old with, with twin rocking chairs on our veranda holding hands and chatting. Our time together Rick reminds me so of my mum and dad, they still held hands whenever they went out till the day my father passed away. I have always said the most exotic and sensual organ in the human body is the brain. Your brain is amazing dear heart, your knowledge f so many different subjects, from trivia, to politics, movies, Geography, US and world history... you amaze me. Your loving heart, patience, your instant forgiveness when I have hurt you through a thoughtless act, or meanness you open your arms and welcome me home again. You just reach out and enfold me in your arms and kiss me softly. Rick you humble me with your humanity, Oh do not worry I do not see you through roe coloured glasses, I know you have faults, but your other attributes makes up for your warts 10 times over.
Thank you Rick you know how I feel about you and always will.
Dale, Hello sister o my soul, we are so alike in many ways, our childhoods, things that have happened to us, our shared gift/curse. That you offered me your friendship has always made me so happy. That we became so close that we think of ourselves as sisters. We live in different countries and yet, I feel you so close to me, I know you know when I am in pain just as I known when it happens to you. It brought joy to my heart when you met your Sir and it developed into a love, you now share so much and you are both working towards your dream property and business, you will make it, you are a strong determined woman who deserves to finally get all her heart desires.... Hoping 2015 brings you and all your loved ones nothing but happiness, and goals achieved... love you Sis
Charlie, what an amazing and giving woman you are, and we are friends, smiling, we have been through ups and downs together and again we live on different continents, have not met one another face to face and most probably never will, but that has not affected our friendship , we both know we will be there for each other when ever we are needed. Thank you for offering me your friendship, I will treasure it as the rare jewel that it is.
Megan, my love, my life by beautiful , the moment the nurse put you in my arms I loved you with all my heart and made a promise to try and protect you, make you independent, string and tolerant. I know I was not the average mum and caused you embarrassment at times but my love
there was method to my madness, by inviting you to spend time with my friends, many of who were gay, bi, transsexual, alternative life stylers was my way of letting you know and understand no matter we and who we are most people are the same under the skin . Taking you to controversial movies, stage plays, letting you learn and understand and accept those amongst us who are different. When you came and asked to go and live in Melbourne to pursue your acting aspirations, I wanted to wrap you in my arms and say know, wanting you to stay with me. Instead I fought with your grandparents to give you the money they had been saving from the day you were born. Finally I was able t make them understand if we did not let you go you would resent us and in the end we would lose you.
You have come a long way from those days, you have over the years, grown into articulate women, caring, intelligent, strong, independent, a woman I am so proud to call my . Now you have met the man you wish to spend the rest of your life with, I am so happy, as when we speak I can hear the happiness and love in your voice. I love you Megs, you are the reason I still walk this earth... Love you little one
I have during my life been fortunate to meet and work with some amazing people, they have been in part responsible for, interesting life I have lived...to you all thank you.
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After the Dust has Settled
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Posted:Dec 21, 2014 6:11 am
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2015 8:04 am
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Now that the dust is settling on the Siege at Martin Place, the knives are out.
The New South Wales Police, the Federal and the Terrorist Unit planned and executed their jobs perfectly.
They were not gun happy, or tried to b heroes storming the place and maybe putting the hostage's lives in danger.
They only went in when the gunman started firing his weapon killing two of the hostages.
Yes there were mistakes made, but they were not made by the men on the scene.
If blame has to be placed as someone's door it is the judicial system, who let a man out on bail who had a long history of violence and instability, the latest his assistance in the burning death of his ex-wife. How a judge knowing his history could let him out on bail is a mystery to e.
We are yet to learn how he got his fire arm in all probability he bought it on the black market. Here two we need to look at our gun laws as well as the large and growing black market in the sale and distribution of all sorts of guns from a pistol to heavy duty weaponry.
The buyback scheme instigated by John Howard after the Tasmanian Massacre has till recent years kept our country fairly free of domestic shootings, there have been no large scale shootings as seen in America from time to time. However that is starting to change, we need to once more have an amnesty for guns to be handed back in. It will not keep the criminal element free of guns, but that is a different problem that also needs to be looked at.
Returning to the recriminations against our terrorist watch agencies, yes we do need to find out why and how this man was not on a persons of interest watch list, or if he was how did he slip through the cracks.
Overall, Australians should be proud and applaud the men responsible for the handling of the siege, It is d estivating that two f the hostages lost their life, and our hearts and prayers go out to them. We must remember that because of the ability of those men and women who handled the siege that there were not many ore deaths of hostages.
Summing up.... do not throw bricks the State Police, Federal and the Terrorism Response team... but rather the Judicial system that clearly need to be held accountable for allowing the gunman on the streets to carry out his heinous crime.
To many times have we seen people convicted f sex crimes, domestic violence who had been released on bail Or because of a technicality have been freed from jail or walked away free persons after a trial..
Loreli
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Banned for Lying...I am innoncent
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Posted:Nov 19, 2014 11:55 pm
Last Updated:Nov 29, 2014 11:12 pm
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I have waited about 10 days to calm down and write logically what happened and vent about it hopefully rationally.
Went into the room of a person who used to be a very good and close friend, won't go into what happened but that friendship hit some rocky ground. To be honest, if I had heard the explanation given for an incident that happened I might not believe it either.
Just a minute, we were good friends and always were honest with each other, so yes if I had been in their place I would have believed my explanation.
Anyway I digress, went into the room and started talking with the people in the room, I admit I brought up the subject of Isis and terrorists in general. We had a serving military man and I mentioned my family had at least one member of each generation in the military especially when Oz was called upon to go to war.
Also mentioned I had been in the military as well as had my husband and presently there were four members of our family serving 3 deployed overseas and one in Canberra.
Spoke about how a minority of radicalised Muslims especially a few Imam's were spreading hatred and mesmerising some of our young to that they left our shores to fight what they thought was a jihad only to die thousands of miles from their homeland and family.
I also said that I thought in these days of technology why could not chat rooms be used to give information to terrorists. It might be silly but I mentioned it to another family member who is a serving politician (yes we all have a black sheep in our family).
I asked what the other chatters thought...The next minute the words Liar, I have met so many people like you who bait people get out of the room and never come back you make me sick.
I would like to answer those accusations:
I do not lie, even when in the past if has gotten me into trouble. I may at times refrain from answering if I feel it would hurt someone especially if they were a friend.
I do not bait people, and in this instance I have no idea what I was baiting them about... what I do here is chat, flirt and tease people I know in the rooms. I never do it in a cruel or rude way, I always try and be upbeat and friendly.
Was I supposed o be lying about my family, No-way, I am so proud of my ancestors who before we came to Australia and Lived in Ireland, Scotland, Wales, France, and yes even England.
Went to war to defend their homeland and did it with courage and sacrifice. My husband was Military, as was I in the medical corps, and I am proud and honoured I was able to assist my fellow aussies.
The present generation also represents our extended family in different branches of our military, they are wonderful, intelligent, hard working young people.
I was terribly upset and emailed the owner/friend and asked them if they wanted me to leave. the answer was yes, they had to think what was best for the room and did not like drama. I left, I tried to email the person who railed at me trying to find out what I had said to cause that reaction only to find I had been banned.
Is it the first time I have been banned, NO, is it the last room I will be banned from, who knows.... is this time I feel I have been unfairly banned, yes I certainly do.
I do not know what this person considered the lie - lies to be, was I given a chance to defend myself no.
Am I disappointed in my friend, I am not sure, sad yes, do I still like them yes, as they are a caring, intelligent, articulate person who normally is very fair with their dealings.
Why have I not mentioned the name of the room or the owner, because that would be unfair of me, maybe giving people a bad opinion of the room and the owner and th4ey do not deserve that, the room is safe, and free of trolls.
I wish the person and yes I still call them a friend, the best and hope their room flourishes and continues grow.
Only one suggestion.... because you may have feelings for a person do not automatically take them side unless they can prove their accusations.
There I have had my vent, and the last of the hurt has gone....
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The Wolf and the Elvin Lady
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Posted:Oct 20, 2014 2:51 am
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2024 3:39 am
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I have not felt inspiration to write a poem for so long now, the other night this story came to me. Was it sent by my Irish and Welsh wiccan ancestors, or the Druid ancestors, I do not know. So I sat here and it flowed, I hope you like it. It is late now and I need sleep, hopefully more dreams will come to me tonight to help me finish this tale....
I hope you like it.
Dark as the night and fleet of foot the coal black wolf raced under the hunters'
moon.
He ran alone and he ran for the love of it, he rang through the ancient forest, the trees older than Eyrie itself, on he ran to the cliffs above the turbulent sea. Here he stopped, his chest heaving, looking up at the full moon, he felt the breezes from across the ocean bringing with it the soft sounds of music from his home in Ireland.
Slowly he trotted down the shimmering path, the mist's of this new land swirling around him, still he could not shake of the restlessness, he felt something was coming but he knew not what. The stone cottage lay in front of him, he trotted up the stirs a puff of white smoke and a flash of blue wolf turned into man.
Finally she was here, she eased her aching neck, what was wrong, why could she not get out of the jeep. Hadn't she battled her finance Alan, and her parents to do this? , drive thousands of miles from New York to her friend Brianna's log cabin outside Shimmering fall the small town in Oregon.
Get a grip Erin, she looked at the cabin in the small clearing, oh it is charming, the veranda is so wide, I can sit out there and relax and drink my tea and if I feel like it a glass of wine, the last was said with a trace of rebellion in her voice. Softly chuckling to herself oh my, only here 5 minutes and I am wanting to do things Mum and Dad as well as my finance would frown upon. Her spirits buoyed, she got out of the jeep carrying the first box of things for her 3 month sabbatical.
She almost screamed when she came down the stairs to go and big in her suitcases, there at the edge of the clearing was a massive black wolf, its eyes gleaming amber. She closed her eyes to calm herself down, when she o0pend them again it was gone. Laughing at herself, good lord Erin it couldn't have been a wolf, just a neighbor’s black dog.
Just inside the dark lush forest growth stood the amber eyed wolf, watching the woman as she unloaded her jeep. Making a decision, the wolf loped back to the stone cottage , high on the cliffs. Dressing himself he walked back the way the wolf had come, to the cabin and find out who the strange woman was in Brianna's cabin.
Walking up the steps the woman with the eyes the color of a sun filled blue ocean and hair the color of corn almost bumped into him. A soft frightened scream rose from her throat, who the hell are you and what are you doing trespassing. My relative owns this cabin.
You idiot, you scared me, the owner Briana is a friend and she has lent me this cabin for the next three months... If it comes to that Briana never mentioned she had a relative living here...who the hell are you.
Staring daggers at each other, through gritted teeth, I am Donovan, Donovan Legend, Briana is my cousin twice removed. Erin looked at him for the first time, what she saw made her swallow, he was tall, 6'3 she thought, a square chis led face, the type all super heroes had she could stop herself a soft giggle escaped. His eyes, they were mesmerizing, they were golden, no make that amber. The eyes reminded her of someone, it was just beyond her reach.
You have an accent Donovan Legend...that burr is it Irish? Aye, I am from country Clare. I divide my time between Ireland and here, I have errr business interest here. Well the least you can do for me is to help me carry the rest of my gear into the house, after almost scaring the bejesus out of me.
Still she tried to think where had she seen him, his eyes were so unusual, yes she had seen those eyes somewhere before, dam how frustrating not to remember. She was in the middle of collecting firewood, when she felt rather than saw the wolf, standing n the edge of the clearing. She turned casually and walked slowly into the house deposited the wood in the box beside the fireplace.
She walked outside carrying a piece of chicken hoping to tempt the wolf to let her pat him, and become friendly. The wolf was no-where to be seen just that arrogant man You scared him off, dam you, what do you want.
She saw fury enter the eyes which quickly changed to amusement , trying to tame a wolf, they are not lap dogs, they are free spirits. I am not trying to tame him, just to get him to trust me and I him.
What do you want?, I came to make sure you had enough firewood, there are bad storms heading this way and in bad weather the electricity and phones go down. So I did not know if left candles and chopped firewood.
Feeling ashamed of her rudeness, Erin thanked him, asking if he would like a cup of coffee or tea, she had some chocolate chip cookies. She had found the candles she said, but there was not much wood if the bad weather lasted for several days. There is also a generator in the back room.
Donovan split enough logs to last for a week and brought it all into the house, carting a third of it upstairs to her bedroom and put it in the wood box there. Can I have a rain check on the coffee, the storm is about to br3ak and I want to get back to my cottage before it does.
Briana just managed to get the rest of her clothes and books into the cabin as the first drops began to fall. Donovan had set up the fire so all she had to do waslight a match for the kindling to take.
She heated up some tinned soup and a couple of slices of fresh bread, and carried it out to the veranda, it was so wide she could sit there without getting wet. The lightening was spectacular, in the night sky, she looked and saw the amber eyes at the edge of the clearing. Would you like some bread and honey holding it out she was pleased to see the wolf trotting towards her. He sniffed and for such a large animal
took the offered treat gently. he sat beside her content to sit there and watch the storm.
Do you want to come in and sit by the fire? He rotted in after her and went straight to the fire and stretched out, she laughed, here she was a city girl sitting in her friends log cabin in the wilderness with a wild wolf as a companion.
She felt her eyes getting heavy, she badly needed a hot bath after her long drive over the last couple of days she felt sticky and stiff. She began to walk upstairs to her bedroom went into the bathroom turning on the hot water and filling it with Jasmine smelling bubbles. Went back into her bedroom and git her ugly but warm flannelette pj's and her towel, and a book to read while she luxuriated.
She stopped in her tracks, there in the bathroom stretched out was the wolf.. laughing she tickled his ears, put her things down n the clothes basket and started to undress. The wolf watched her intently as she undressed and got into the water.
After half an hour the water began to cool, getting out she used the towel to dry herself, she noticed the wolf watching her, it was strange his eyes were almost human, she blushed and covered herself, and then laughed... come on Erin he is a wolf not a man.... getting into bed she snuggled in and was not surprised to see the wolf pad into the bedroom and effortlessly jump up on the bed and stretch out beside her.
Oh no you don't, you can lie on the mat in front of the fire the bed is for me, the wolf looked at her and she could have sworn there was laughter in his eyes, he simply let out a huff like sound and snuggled into her side and closed his eyes.
She fell asleep sitting up with her glasses on. When her breathing was regular, the wolf shape shifted and there lying beside Erin was Donavon. Sleep Erin, sleep and dream.
Erin stirred in her sleep, she dreamed of a dark haired man, his hands sliding over her his mouth and lips felt like red hot pokers as they slid down her body, her body archedas he reached her Venus mound, she heard herself moaning and asking no begging for release. He smiled, soon Erin you will come to me soon you will be mine.
Once more the wolf stood at the foot of the bed, he turned and padded away entering the forest as the first rays of sun hit the cabin.
Erin woke feeling wonderful, she stretched she felt she didn't now, she just felt sorelaxed, something she had never felt with Alan her finance, nor around her parents. It was why she had run away... no she was on a sabbatical to come to a decision as to her future. For several years she had felt restless, not unhappy but neither happy either. She noticed the wolf had gone.
It was still raining heavy solid rain, she shivered, got dressed and went downstairs to get a list together of groceries she would need. Before she left she would reset the firejust in case. She went to turn on the light and found there was no electricity. She shrugged she could turn on the generator if need be when she came back.... adding scented and plain candles to her list.
Driving towards the small township of Shinning Falls she saw Donovan walking, his head down she stopped.... want a lift, his face was not happy a scowl in place, thanks, my car decided to die this morning and I am out of coffee and milk. Erin dropped him off at the local garage agreeing to meet in about an hour at the café for coffee.
As he walked away, she thought once more that his eyes were the same color as the wolves.. she thought yes he was like the wolf a loner and a wild thing....
She was more than an hour, she found the quaintest little craft and gift shop. She bought more candles than she needed but the aromas were so wonderful she could not decide. She also saw a pendant, it was silver and turquoise and look so old, it had strange writing around it's edges. She was surprised when the owner said it was only $20.00, she was amused when the elderly lady said the pendant had finally found a home, it has been so lonely.
She finally arrived at the café, he looked annoyed, typical woman, always late, she looked at him over the rim of her coffee cup... so you enjoy walking 10 k's in the rain Donovan. The scowl on his face changed to one of amusement. Good point.... but remember Erin what goes around comes around.
So did you have a productive morning, Oh yes, I found an art shop, so I bought several sketch books, pencils and pastels, I am no good with paints. I have always loved drawing but my parents thought it was a fun hobby but no more, she sighed, I had dream of becoming an artist, she shook her head and the dreamy look in her eyes disappeared. Silently he
cursed her parents and this so called finance for destroying her dreams.
What else did you buy, candles, so many beautiful candles, groceries, I am going to try and become a better cook, I bought three cook books, as well as a heap of how to books Oh yes and this, she unbuttoned the top two button on her blouse displaying the pendant Where the hell did you get that, the scowl was back and anger burned in his eyes, the fury
scared her stammering, she tried to explain, but he did not wait, when you are ready I will be waiting in the jeep.
There was complete silence all the way home, when she pulled up at his cottage, he got out not even thanking her. Got his groceries and the car lees and stalked off to his front door. As she drove off, stupid jerk, idiot, her own anger building. But he does havea wonderful stone cottage, perched high on the cliffs.
She was tired and decided to go to bed early, taking a sandwich up with her and a glass of Merlot, she took her sketch pad and pencils with her, she started to sketch from memory the cottage with the spring flowers all around it. She heard a noise down stairs taking a log of wood with her, she went downstairs, I have a gun she said her voice quivering The sound came again and with it a soft growl, laughing, she opened the door, the wolf padded in and went straight upstairs. Don't mind me Artemus, make yourself at home, the wolf stopped halfway up the stairs when she said his name... what you don't like your new name...he was an naturalist and love creatures of the forests. She could have sworn he shrugged and continued upstairs.
Her dreams were unsettling, wolf and man merged and once more the amber eyed Donovan made love to her, making her moan, scream, she found herself going down on him, something she would never have dreamed of doing to Allan, She rode him. screaming, ramming
herself down on him, again sucking his cock and balls till he exploded into her mouth. As she became more game, she no longer tried to stop him when his mouth and tongue found he secret place. He body arched her legs went around his waist pulling him deeper inside her. Words she would normally have cringed at flowed off her lips urging him on, demanding, begging, crying out his name over and over again. Till both were exhausted. She fell asleep snuggled against him, her body bruised, battered, but a feeling of
total bliss.
The sun was shining, again the wolf was gone, her body felt stiff and bruised, she looked at herself in the mirror, there were bruises... omg where had they come from, she felt an uneasiness, as she recalled her dreams.
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A sadness in my soul
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Posted:Sep 24, 2014 7:38 pm
Last Updated:Nov 20, 2014 6:48 am
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I grew up in an innocent and to an extent naïve Australia, our doors were never locked. If you saw someone hitch hiking you picked them up helping them reach their destination.
We did not really understand or I have to admit know about the troubles in Ireland, Vietnam, Timor, Iran, Iraq and Afghanistan .
No let me revise that a little, I and many of my fellow Australians did take notice, but found it hard to talk outside our groups as it was frowned upon as being alarmists.
I can in a way understand it, our country had been through two World Wars as well as what they called a Police Action, which I never understood, t was a full blown war ask any of the men and women who served our country in Korea.
Australia like all the countries in all three of throe wars lost loved ones , friends. We lost some of our youngest, brightest young people who would have grown, matured and made their contribution to our country.
9/11 terrorized every man woman and in the United States, and almost bringing New York to her knees, but as we have seen the people of New York have rebuilt their life and the vitality of their city.
Australia over the last 12 years have felt proud as well as mourning this generations youngest and brightest as thy fell in foreign lands trying to give them the life we enjoy here.
Now we are being threatened on our own turf, the Islamic State has issued Far tars on Australia and Australians. First we saw all over Social media and then the continuous brutal beheading of three people
A News Reporter/photographer and two aid workers giving their time and their energy to assist the poor and the terrified citizens of Iraq and Syria.
A young 18 year old man swayed by the charismatic Imams' who talk death, hatred, Jihad and destruction of the infidels and other Muslims who do not see Islam as they do. He has attacked and seriously wounded two police officers trying to-do their job.
He has payed the ultimate price, but what of his parents, brother and sisters they will bear the grief and shame of this act. He has also been partly responsible for the idiots and racists in our communities painting fifth n the holy places of Islam their mosques, how would they feel if their places of worship.
IS, has tried to strike our way of life, they have tried brutal tactics to frighten us, to stop us from enjoying our freedom, our lifestyle where we enjoy going to the beach, football, concerts and so many other things..
Some of our community may be scared, but these extremists will learn we fought too hard overcoming prejudice and horrific acts in our past to give in now.
I am the first one to admit Australia is not perfect, we still have small number of idiots out there committing acts of stupidity But I still love my homeland with it's multiculturalism, its people who come to the aid of those less fortunate than themselves..
A country who when she sees another county devastated by war, famine, , Earthquakes, Tsunamis and Health epidemics are the first to front up, donate millions f dollars, clothes, toys, temporary housing, medical expertise and building expertise to those countries even when the are not friendly and berate our style of life. It is who we are.
Just as it is who we are to defend and fight anyone who tries to destroy our freedom, and our way f life.
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Such a Scary Word
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Posted:Apr 4, 2014 2:43 am
Last Updated:Sep 24, 2014 6:49 pm
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Love.....the word scares the hell out of me
Yet still I search for it still
I yearn for it to envelop me
After so long my knight finally arrives,
My shining Sir Galahad
His beautiful armour, his magnificent steed
Prancing in front of me
I rejoice, my eyes shine like stars t
That light up the night sky
My heart soar, it sings, tear of joy
Hover then slide down my face Rivulets
Of happiness becoming diamonds at my feet
All to soon, I find his charger has the mange
And is lam, the glistening armour riddled with rust
His long shinning hair a cheap wig,
His body held together by a corset
From his foul smelling mouth nothing
But empty promises and lies
So back to the bars I go to try and connect,
Maybe this time he will be there
Football, all codes, Cricket, Basketball, Car Racing
I study them all and become expert at talking the talk
Did you see that high tackle? Jeez the ref is blind
That was a foul, a deliberate foul, omg he passed him
on the inside of he lane incredible Bathurst Rules
You have got to be kidding V8 racing is king Rallies
are crap I argue talking to a male petrol head
Going where I know the male of the species hangs out
Getting 40DDD breast implants to impress
Low tops showing them to full advantage
Short dresses, skirts skin tight leather jeans
All to get his attention hoping he will appreciate me
Only to find those I attract are just as false as my implants
Why do men who have been separated for 20 minutes
Still with the white mark of the wedding ring
Haunt the bars waiting for the likes of me desperately seeking
Telling their story, I love my , would do anything for them
but she demands money just to let me see them, she just doesn't understand me, hell so I like to have a drink with the boys,
so I forgot to pick the up from school once
or twice and forgot a birthday, that is nothing, I love my
Why do we women fall for the guy who wants a
live in housekeeper Nanny, lover but does not want
to have to pay for one, wanting and expecting a sex kitten
who will think his beer gut and thongs sexy
His idea of fantastic sex... hey hun it's half time,
a quick fumble that leaves you unsatisfied and he
another story to tell his mates down the pub,
about how he made the little woman moan and groan
in ecstasy not realizing they were moans of frustration
Or if you suggest that he did not satisfy you,
you are a bleeding nympho, what's got into you woman
Why is it acceptable and expected for him to ask you
to suck his pensis and swallow his cum as if it was the nectar
of the gods, But if you ask him to go down on you,
to lick your pussy, tease your clit, you are a sick ,
unnatural , then the accusation that you are
sleeping around to have learned such dirty
disgusting unnatural things
Why do we all fall for the gay man who pretends to be straight
Why do we fall victim to the man who will not
cannot do anything without checking with his mother
first, and of course your cooking is not as good
as his mothers', he is sure she will give you the recipe
Why do we fall for the louse you know him ladies,
he is the one telling you how much he loves you
you are the only one for him as he is winking
over your shoulder at your best friend and slips her his
number as you leave.
Then of course there is the dirt bag in a competition
with his mates to see how many notches he can get
on his bed in a allotted time, the prize free beer for a week ............sheesh
Why I ask myself do these men keep knocking on my door,
or maybe the real question is why do I keep opening it
and letting them in
Do I have sucker, easy, bloody idiot written on my forehead.
Am I not so street wise but naïve, lonely, my curse being able
to see good in everybody, a bloody gullible woman who has a desperate need to believe their lies, a hunger, to be loved,
needed is it so overwhelming that I cannot or will not see
or listen to my friends who try and warn me
Am I the local joke, you know the telephone number
written in the men's toilet, want a good time, want a sucker
then ring this number.
Sitting here writing this venting, tears in my eyes,
I ask myself one more question
Why?
I am an intelligent woman, I have quite a few degrees,
and incredible job where I am both liked and respected
not an easy thing to accomplish in the business world.
I have travelled the world, speak half a dozen languages,
have good and loyal friends all over the world.
The answer, you have been programmed from a little girl you
need a man to make you whole, men do not like smart women,
your place is in the home looking after your man, having babies...
BULLSHIT, it is like blinkers have been removed, I do not
need a man to make me whole.
I can be intelligent and not be a threat
I can have a career and still be a good wife, lover and mother
However, I also have to adjust my criteria, the days of knights in shining armour are over
Much better to look for a man who makes you laugh,
a man who treats you with courtesy and respect, who listens
to your ideas and if they are better than his says so
accepts he is not always right
A man who treats you as an equal, a man you would
feel privileged to grow old with, a man who when our
bodies no longer allow us to make sensual satisfying love,
shows his love in other ways and we talk and laugh together
I look down at myself, yes I am going to make an appointment tomorrow, the 40DDD's are going, they are so bloody heavy and uncomfortable, the short dresses and tight jeans for my after hours play are going and a new wardrobe purchased, yes I will still wear sensual rather than sexy underwear
If I want to attract men who will respect me, then I have
to respect and like myself. How can I expect a man to love ,
like and respect me if I do not do so.
Look out world here comes the better and improved me,
swallows and shivers again... Dam Love is still a scary word
but at least now I understand it a little more and hopefully
I will learn more in my future
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Take a Leap of Faith
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Posted:Apr 4, 2014 1:10 am
Last Updated:Apr 5, 2014 12:33 pm
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Take a leap of faith
Embrace it
Live it
And......... perhaps, some day
When time lifts the veil of lies
From around your heart
And allows you to see the truth
You will remember with fondness
The one who loved you so
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Posted:Apr 2, 2014 8:27 pm
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A friend is rare, a precious golden orb
lying in the rubble of lies deceit , broken trust
Friendship cannot be taken casually as a given just because
you want it, it has to be earned over time
Friendship is a treasure that has to be sought,
fought for, maintained, trust the foundation to be earned
A fledging hand held out a tenuous relationship added to
over time.
Once lost because of indifference or taking for granted is
extremely hard to regain, but it is never the same
Once a true friendship is lost it is never really regained just a poor substitute for such a magnificent emotion
Sadly I know this from experience and my stupidity for taking
a true friend for granted and was not there when I was needed
To my everlasting sorrow they now just say hello, always polite
but nothing more.......
God I miss my friend, my confident, my soul mate,
The one I could trust with my life, my deepest secrets
They were the best of me and brought out the best in me
If ever I am blessed again, I will never take for granted
Or disrespect the wondrous calmness, that feeling of safety,
a singing heart, a smile in ones eyes that comes from
being given the gift of a true friend
Loreli
   
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Cyber Love
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Posted:Apr 2, 2014 8:20 pm
Last Updated:Apr 3, 2014 4:49 am
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Professed undying love you are his he is yours
There has never been, there never will be another lover
like him, he is your all your everything you both pledge undying love
5 minutes later here you are another man, another room
Another one and only pure undying love
A sigh, a thought, God I am so fickle, no I am so bored
The chase, to easy, they fall far to easily, there is no challenge
They the men of the rooms, lovers a dime a dozen
This morning I could not live without them
This afternoon he is suffocating you, wanting too much
Wanting what you are incapable of giving
Tomorrow maybe a fresh challenge a new man with a killer smile
A wink, a tease, lordy, the chance of a new conquest, chase
excitement makes my breath come faster,
my heart to start pounding, my hormones alive and tingling
making me so alive, heady with sexual power
Loreli
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A friend
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Posted:Apr 2, 2014 7:59 pm
Last Updated:Apr 3, 2014 4:50 am
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A friend is to be treasured
Protected against all who would try and destroy
A friend holds your heart and soul in the palm of their hands
Sexual partners maybe 5 minutes, an hour or till they have
satisfied your animal hunger, if they are good it may extend to a week
A lover similar a day, a week, month a year
A friend is a life partner a friend is for eternity or longer
A sexual partner, a lover are a dime a dozen
Easily discarded for a new toy, a new chase
However a friend a true friend is so rare
that once it is found and accepted
it should be held with reverence and love for evermore
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A jewel of Emotion
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Posted:Apr 2, 2014 7:36 pm
Last Updated:Apr 3, 2014 4:50 am
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Jewels of emotion catch the light
Tiny orbs of sorrow
More one by one gravity gives them flight
As they cascade to the floor, salty gems fall
Without a sound
As you hide your face from sight
A trail of sadness along the ground
Leads me to you tonight
Emotion in your voice betrays you
Overwhelmed by choices made in your past
You turn, start to run away then, pause
You turn back at last, as you speak
Epiphany you are hurting for my pain
Your beautiful eyes overflow for me
Suddenly nothing is the same
The depths of your feelings crystal clear
The words “I am sorry” written upon my face
I reach for you and draw you near
We hesitate, and then tenderly we embrace
In my arms the sum of all hopes and dreams
As I reflect upon our emotional flight
Somehow we gave in to our fears our extreme fears
We forgot what is truly important tonight
So my love my life I pledge to you here now and
For evermore to guard your heart and treat it with
Infinite care, love and respect
Together we will learn to experience life
to its core we’ll pursue forever that so rare emotions
Trust, selfless love and respect
Both frightened and so very scared
We’ve each been here Before
Our baggage, like the white elephant in the room
Seconds chances are so rare, yet not
Something new to either of us
Yet we both know we have to go on, there is something
That draws us to each other,
Our budding brave hearts risking
The fear for the promise of bliss so rapturous
The ultimate joy that only lovers can know
Timidly we seal our sacred pledge to each other
A loving embrace a soft tremulous kiss
Both holding hands we pray to God for his love
To bestow upon us his frail
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Courage
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Posted:Mar 24, 2014 6:16 am
Last Updated:Dec 21, 2014 6:18 am
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She sat in front of her mirror
Her hands shaking slightly
She took a deep breath and sat for a moment
closing her eyes trying to still her racing heart
trying to still her shaking hands
She opened her eyes took a steadying breath
Once more she started to make up her eyes
She extended the line around her right eye
trying to make it look the same size as her left
Lordy she had to be a masochist, here she was
well into her 50's, in a wheel chair, one eyed,
so wrinkled sun spots galore, thinning hair
What was she thinking going out with a man
she had been talking to on the internet,
she had met him on-line in a dating room for over 50's
She had refrained from giving him a picture,
until after a month and then it was one taken
before the accident that had so changed her life...
She had tried to be honest with him
as to her looks her eccentric nature, her ability
to get on her soap box and give her views on anything
and everything, and her inability to suffer fools
She looked at her wrist watch, oh God,
he was due in 5 minutes to take her out to lunch,
he had chosen the restaurant, she was delighted
it was her favourite Vietnamese restaurant.
She finished putting he lipstick on, sprayed
her favourite perfume Looked into the mirror and
with a twinkle in her eye speaking to herself Well not bad
for a broken down old bird even if I do say so myself.
The doorbell went, she swallowed and made her way to the door
There he stood not a handsome face, but a kind one, strong
she smiled, He bent down and kissed her and handed
her a teddy bear... her heart melted.
They both started talking and smiled, he held the door
open for her, She did not see his missing leg
he did not see she used a wheelie to help her walk
nor did he see the blind discoloured eye.
What they sore was two courageous people taking a chance
reaching out, reaching out to life..
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Looking into the Mirror
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Posted:Jan 11, 2014 6:22 am
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2014 6:27 am
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She sat in front of her dressing table mirror
Her eyes wide, searching, wondering
Where had she gone, where had that happy go lucky,
rebellious young woman gone.
She looked again a smile lit up her face
There she was, that young girl, so naïve
so trusting, she saw again the huge amethyst eyes
fringed with long thick dark brown curling lashes,
teamed with her long red hair that hung in ringlets.
She knew she was not beautiful like he sister.
She had never cared, beauty about outward appearances t
hey never mattered to her, more important was intelligence,
a caring heart, a heart that did not judge but had a lust
to see new countries experience new cultures.
Lordy she had done that, packed her backpack at 17,
with her return ticket and $500, she and her girlfriend Lissa
and backpacked, hitched from Johannesburg to Alexandria.
It had taken 12 months.
She smiled again seeing the days of laughter,
the amazing people she had met, marching against apartheid
listening to Steve Beeko talk, in the Soweto
Football Stadium, her sorrow on hearing of his death.
Working for a short time in the animal shelter,
her love of elephants had begun there such beautiful
creatures, when you looked into their eyes
and saw ancient knowledge, a serenity and yet
sometimes such sadness yes magnificent creatures.
Her , her sweet babies how she had loved them
how she cherished and dreamed of what they would grow up
to become, the grief the unbearable grief
when in a split second her wonderful life
was torn to shreds, standing in the chapel
watching as their caskets disappeared behind the curtains.
Focusing all her love and dreams on her remaining ,
it was so hard, she wanted to protect her, wrap her
in cotton wool. Not let her be hurt… but to be fair
to her she could not do that she had to allow her
to live her life her way.
A large sigh escaped, she had made mistakes,
in how she went about it, but she was determined
to let her live her own life, make her own mistakes,
suffer as a man let her down; Loosing a friend to death or
a new job in a new land. But always she was there
in the background, a shoulder to cry on, someone to listen,
someone who gave unconditional love,
never judged her, was always proud of her achievements
and the wonderful, intelligent caring woman she had grown into.
Yes looking into the mirror she caught glimpses,
but more and more a strangers face stared back at her,
the rich copper auburn hair now sprinkled with grey,
the deep colour amethyst faded to a soft lavender.
A network of as she called them laughter lines
covered her once smooth Ivory face. Her neck now
also a mass of turkey lines, her once slim body
thickened with the years.
She sighed, the years had flown so quickly, the travels,
the jobs in the refugee camps, the nights spent dancing,
the days filled with who smiled and laughed
who had nothing yet acted as if they had everything.
They taught her humility, an understanding of how
lucky she was How blessed in fact she had a home
to go to, her homeland was not torn apart with war,
famine yes they had taught her, their voices
raised in song still echoed in her brain.
Looking once more into the mirror, she saw that her time
was running out, her time to leave this existence
coming closer and closer. She thought she would face it
with calmness, but she found there was a little fear.
She shook her head to clear it, enough Bella, enough,
it was time to leave for the university
to pick up her new charge, she loved her life,
the young overseas students she took into her home
guided through their studies to either speak
fluent English or obtain degrees.
Returning home gaining a good job, marrying
and having of their own.
Many over the years had become good friends still keeping
in touch via the internet, Skype visits either
to Australia or her visit to their homelands.
Mentally they helped her feel young, and gave her
hope for this planet.
Such wonderful young people just starting out
on their journey of life…. She envied them,
yet did not… yes life was good
and till she was called to begin a new existence
she would live her life to the best of her ability,
enjoying every single hour.
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