Hello…….Is there any one out there

Hello Loyal 36 followers.

I have managed to get on to a computer at my local library.

No i have not been able to replace my beloved ASUS yet……So posts will be limited for time being. I have not forgotten you.

A musing: If libraries and reading books is going out of fashion then how come there is always a waiting list for computer use,and there is a lot of people especially children in all of my local libraries????

I predict that BOOKS are fashionable again..  Never were they not

just there is a generation out there who reckon there was no need for them.

Ha ha aha. Us oldies have shown them that there is.

There is Nothing like being able to read.   It empowers you, uses that part of the brain that fuels creativity, imagination etc.   it is meditative and best of all anyone can come to a library and just sit.   relax and breathe.   I love being at the library.  All its endless possibilities is comforting and satisfying.

Remember Information is knowledge and Knowledge is power.

Cheers from Down Under for now.

All Hail books, libraries and educators.

Wheel of Fortune

Here is an enjoyable, meaningful stanza. You can incant, muse or philosophize over its interpretation but best of all share & rejoice for we are one….

New Year promises

It is just 2 days to go –

New Years Eve.

The time we all promise ourselves

to turn over new leaves.

No more fatty food, chocolate, work late or ‘smokes’

who are we fooling –

Are not they just jokes?

But there we all are; come round midnight

Promising, overcome with ‘cheer’ and fireworks bright light.

Telling family, friends, a stranger or two

What  and how we will start the year anew.

come end of week

our resolve falters  becomes a little meek.

With out our cheer squad by our side

Resolve and promise, away, they slowly slip and slide.

Excuse after excuse begins to multiply

good intentions of change into sunset does ride.

My new( ish) keep chin up) quote

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said,

people will forget what you did,

but people will never forget how you made them feel. “

Maya Angelou.

The first time I saw this lady, she was speaking to Oprah. I found some of her thoughts and words inspiring yet, at the time could not make any of them work for me.

I appreciate she was honored by Barack Obama and lauded as a legend in history.   I just cannot quite get to grips with a lot of her work. BUT this one I do get. 

 I now remember my dad saying something similar. I, also, used to use it to motivate my workmates. Without even realising i was.  

 BUT It is true and now, even though i have my ‘down days’ i am trying to use it to be that little bit more positive toward me and mankind. 

So give it a go and see how it turns out.

Food by Louise Kelly for Second BIte competition

Here is my second poem that I submitted to the Second Bite competition earlier this year. 

http://www.secondbite.org/

Food:

For thought!    

Or is It?

But what kind of thought?

Leave it alone or pick at bit by bit

Good, Bad, Evil,misguided, delicious, sensual, dimensional

pictures, letters,numbers, signs

all unspoken

Bursting forth from creatures minds.

Food is:

For nourishment

Sates the appetite

Good for your health

or wealth

Melange’ of chemicals, vitamins, minerals used to keep us alive

feeding and individual’s spirit or soul wanting to survive.

Food can be and is:

A staple

Multi cultural

Diversified –       in flavors, textures, shapes and styles.

Food:

The one common denominator that every living creature 

craves

desires.

 

Louise Kelly 2014

 

 

The Last Post

Here is another poem, that I am really proud to have written. It was for a competition, last year where the theme had to have some type of rural influence.   The poem signifies that no matter what some things weather all storms; i guess that could be summed up as my life also.

It is one of the last things i spoke to my dad about.

THE LAST POST

Sturdy

Solid

Decaying away

Miniscule animals reside within

Octogenarian

This age foretold by deep blackening rings

A small crack here, larger one there

Outer bark split

To breathe in the changing air

Sentry of the surrounding land

Sculptured by weathered hands

Originally they called you RED

Unlike fellow sentries, whom decomposed or dead.

Handcuffed together -you have broken free

Reminders lay rusting amongst the weeds

Large burls bleed waxy sap, crystallised tears

For a youth lost, time ago, some eighty years.

Warm gritty brackish red soil mounds at your neck

A lone brown hawk glides low

Dipping of a wing

Salutes – you in a sign of respect

 

Oh! The battles you and Mother Nature have fought

Doggedly resisting her dust, heat, rain and lightning storms

Stratos, Cumulus puff up high, merge with nimbus to forewarn

A new battle arrives in pitch of night; before the new dawn

Worriedly, terrified your tenants scurry into your womb

As the air begins to sing an eerie tune

Crescendos whispers, howling to the lost moon

Brace yourself – Mother Nature will be here soon.

A thousand hooves pound the earth

The howling wind carries a farmers’ curse

Echoing louder as terrified cattle scatter past you

Crescendo climatic intensifying volume

Thunder rumbles across the jet black ominous sky

Shaking the land from way up high

Banshees’ screech as the air trumpets her arrival tune

Spikes of lightning bright, vivid in their paths everything electrifies

Oh well! One more battle with her – this time you may die.

Cerise shafts of warm sun whisper a new day

Mother Nature and her storm chased far away

Standing stoically-a little bit more, battle worn

At the base a small piece of bark has been torn.

All others gone splintered; split, thrashed and shred

You now stand alone as warm summer sun shines upon your head.

Second Bite

I enter literary competitions when i find ones I like. Some are so strict it tends to put me off trying. Anyway here is a poem I wrote for a food charity called SECOND BITE.  It is a food bank that gathers extra / leftover food and goods to redistribute to the food vans on our streets or for mainstream charities.

http://www.secondbite.org/ 

Food

For thought

For the mind

The soul

Nourishment

Survival

Energy

Eaten -With hands

Fingers

Fork, knife or spoon

              Chopsticks

            Mouths

Food can be philosophical, spiritual, excessive, salivating, sweet, sour, acidic or alkaline

It is the one thing man relies upon

Yet has no knowledge of where it came from.

 

PINK – A SHORT POEM

Pink – is the colour of spiritual things

It shimmers forth from beyond horizon of a new day sky

Adding lustre to the evening sunsets, its colour sings

It signals every moment of when we live, laugh or even cry

 

Exclamations of love; it is soft, sedate, and sensitive

Soft baby, coral, petunia, cerise, lollypop and fairy floss Never hard to touch –    

just oh so soft.

Where would flowers and gardens be?

If pink were not there to make them live

Pink is spiritual, soulful and mediative

 

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Green – a poem

 Green –     is the ever changing colour of leaves

Green –     is grass, limes, creatures, pears, apples and kiwis

From pale, lawn, olive, verdant, sapphire, sea deep

Tea that is relaxes and sends one to sleep

Green – is a sheen that calms our minds and soul

For green is never used to describe a hole

It is the movement of nature and all its glory

It sets the tone for everything else

Green is the colour of life’s’ story.

Louise Kelly