TOTEMS

Versacci black T-shirt…
Glittering nugget
Drooping on a Gucci gold neck chain…
Plastic passes to the Grand Prix…
One for each day…

I really don’t wish to go
He moaned
But I must
Corporate boxes are so expensive
They must be filled…
If I get bored I will leave…
I have been so many times before you know…
Wait for me…Tonight I will take you to a special dinner…
Wait for me…

But I noticed he slung his red designer jumper over one shoulder…
He was prepared for a change of season…
He was prepared to stay awhile…

Take a tram to St Kilda Beach…
You will love it there…
The life…
The music…
The gulls…

He bustled near the door…
Mirrored walls captured
His swirling and swooping…
Captured the huge cave of space
Between us…
For I stood lonely and still…
A totem of silence…

Finally his sounds faded…

And I knew it was time to take a train…
Home…

Thank you for the beauty of other worlds…
For a little while I dreamed through another stargate…
Of special being…
In other worlds…for a little while…
I felt precious and beautiful…
Thank you…

There was a photo…
My photo…
Of the new Ferrari…
Glowing in halls of Hyatt accolades…on cold Italian mosaic tiles…
At rest…
My photo…
To be printed…
Waiting…

The Poetry of People

A spiral, fir-green staircase…
And drifting down in a patchwork knitted poncho…
Limes
Strawberries and watermelons…
A little old guy…
Etched face of a long-term dreamer…

Prancing rhythms of the Pheasant Pluckers…
“Fire in my belly…fire in my soul…
You don’t have to worry as fire’s in control…”
But I smiled, when, for one musical moment…
They sighed in sweet frustration…
About some girl
Not yet met…

Seething fields of Sunday walkers…
Yarra dreaming…
Suited in grey…alone…
Lovers…
Bike riders…
Skateboarders…
And many walking the dog…

But one couple drifted in a world of their own…
A river cruise…
A tiny boat…
He stood behind her…
Arms wrapped close around her…
And together…
As one…
They sailed by…

And then there were those who offered a dreaming
To any who chose to stop…
And wonder…
Awhiles…

Gold…rustic gold…
A breathing statue of old gold…
A tiny lady…slim…
Gowned…drifting…
Long, long curls framing a delicate face…
Trapped…
In gold…

And a painted koori...
Alone...
Dark light
On paved steps...
Playing the rhythms of ley lines...
Old Dreamings
On a didgeridoo

NOTE: This was written after some beautiful time spent wandering by the Yarra River in Melbourne!

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Poetry and Restaurants

A little dose of poetry could give your restaurant business a sense of uniqueness.
Single lines or longer poems can be created. I am available to make your business "SING" with poetry!!!!

Blackboard and printed menus + wine lists could include a small line of poetry! Sell your business with catchy poetry!!!!!

Suggestions for the use of poetry– for business use and customer purchase
· Menus/business cards/business envelopes/flyers/sales dockets/wine labels/ribbons or tags on bottles
· Window signage/door signage – To dine here is to dine nowhere else· Catalogues – special occasion group dining menus
· Complimentary mini bottles of wine or hand-made chocolate – business birthday
· Staff name tags – Believe in the treasures of wining and dining
· Shelf displays of desserts or wall plaques
· Customer cards exclusive to restaurant

What kind of poetry?
· Positive thoughts for the day –
esp to use on business media
· Food is… Our food is magic for body & soul· May the wine…
May the wine be a dream of rainbows
· Special dining occasions – birthdays/weddings/new house/graduation
· Elusive riddles/puzzles –
Am I the dessert in your garden of delights?
* Feelings – love/hope/sadness/happiness

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Poetry and Wine

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· Wine is the melody on the vine.
· Believe in the treasures of wine.
· May the wine be the heaven of earthly moments.
· May the wine be the sparkling gem of a sacred moment.
· May the wine be with you.

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SMILES AND LIGHT

Many chat rooms ago, I used to always sign out with

"Smiles and Light".

I still love that signature.

And so, to any who may read my ramblings...

SMILES & LIGHT

The music and poetry of Devah

I have just discovered the magic of Devah! By accident, when I was running out of creative ideas on Helium, I wandered the community noticeboards. To one name. I found a remarkable 500 odd postings. Devah's thoughts have an entrancing aura. It is almost as if she wrenches out the sighs and pains of the soul. Her postings are just poetry mainly. She dares to be what she is totally. She has an enigmatic, shy boldness about her. That raw bravado, posting poetry in the coffee house as her message, is almost enviable. I guess I am maybe a little too protective of my poetry to do that. I guess I am afraid that if my poetry is cut down, it is my last bastion in this world. Almost as if I could not exist, barely breathe.

Poetry and writing generally give me the strength to weather any storm. I can write away the blues when necessary and live again. Take that away, and I am nothing.

I guess I hide behind AuraGem.

More questions on the Palace Theatre Sydney

It appears the Palace was mainly headed with vaudeville acts in the early 2oth century. Yet, J.M.Barrie's drama, mentioned in the previous post, is not vaudeville? Was there an interchange between shows?

When I worked at the Palace, there were a network of dressing rooms round the back of the stage. What fascinated me were two huge mirrors, facing each other, taking up the whole wall and floor to ceiling. They were surrounding with light. Just the grand setting of these rooms seemed to imply important shows, attracting importing actors, were staged here.

How big was the orchestra playing here? A regular orchestra?

Palace Theatre Shows early 1900's

Does anyone know any details of the following?

Arnold, Charles; Hans the Boatman (Clay M Greene); Palace Theatre; Sydney; December 1901.
Arnold, Charles; The Professor's Love Story (J M Barrie); Palace Theatre; Sydney; 20 January 1902.
Arnold, Charles; An Empty Stocking (Fred Wright); Palace Theatre; Sydney; 17 July 1902.
Arnold, Charles; The Professor's Love Story (J M Barrie); Palace Theatre; c. 1902.
Arnold, Charles; Why Smith Left Home; Palace Theatre; Sydney; 1902.
Baine, Florence; Miss Lancashire Ltd; Palace Theatre; Sydney; c. 1905.

Weird Tales of the Palace Theatre, Sydney

In the 1970's, when I worked casually at the Palace Theatre, I heard many strange tales.

One, in particular, fascinated me.

The Palace Theatre still retained the orchestra pit in front of the stage. I would walk down past the stalls, past the orchestra pit, through a side door near the stage. Finally I passed a narrow, black, spiral, wrought iron staircase.

And here is where the tale begins.

Often, I would feel a chill pocket of air. It was not a draught. It was like the air, in a particular spot, was a decidely lower temperature than the surrounding air. It was almost as if the air was wrapping around me.

Usherettes told me they had heard that a ringer (a curtain ringer) had always wanted to be an actor. For some reason, the closest he could get to the stage was his job as a ringer. One night, when he finally brought down the curtain after a live show, he was caught in the ropes, swung to the top of the curtain, and then plummeted to his death in the orchestra pit.

Apparently, he used the spiral staircase to check the ropes and curtain.

Was the chill in the air, his presence still in the theatre?

When the Palace was demolished, I believe the Menzies Hotel near Wynyard Station, bought the spiral staircase. I wonder if "the chill" went with it?

Any information on old Palace Theatre Pitt Street Sydney?

If any one can help with information on the Palace Theatre, Pitt Street Sydney - origins etc.- please help! I have sourced the internet, but can only find a programme mention for 1880!

When was it built? By and for whom?

In the 1970's, to support my study at Sydney University, I worked with the chain of Hoyts Theatres. One theatre always fascinated me - the Palace Theatre.

Dressed in a hideous yellow uniform, I served refreshments (alone) from a small table in the lounge area of the Palace Theatre. Everything had to be all packed away before I ran to the next theatre, just in time to help others working at the Embassy or Mayfair theatres. Yes!!! It was a great "keep fit" job!

In future posts, I will include some memories of the Palace!