REACHING OUT
Just another winter's day
Cold sunlight
Weeping through icy trees
When loneliness is
The art of being broken
Heat and summer sighs
Promised eternal warm tomorrows
Dreams of love
Glowed in burning reality
Till an autumn limbo
Of falling colours
Rained acid rain
On my soul
From a distance
Summer love
Lingers on
From a distance
I know
You will always smile on me
But for now
I live
Lonely in
Just another winter's day
Cold sunlight weeping
Through icy fears
Fears for the art
Of being broken
I measure out my life with haiku. My camera films my soul. ~ Gemma Wiseman
AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
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Saturday, June 30, 2007
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…
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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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!
Linking to:
Real Toads Open Link Monday
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One Stop Poetry – For Poets, Writers & Artists
Friday, June 29, 2007
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
LET ME WRITE FOR YOU!
CONTACT ME ON THIS BLOG!!!!!
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
LET ME WRITE FOR YOU!
CONTACT ME ON THIS BLOG!!!!!
Poetry and Wine
Do you want some special poetry for a special bottle of wine? A special occasion bottle of wine? I will write poetry to suit your wine and your wine business. I am a creative, unusual poet! Here is a sample of one liners!
· 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.
Try me for special orders! Contact me on this blog with your special requests!!!
I will write for you!
· 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.
Try me for special orders! Contact me on this blog with your special requests!!!
I will write for you!
Thursday, June 28, 2007
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.
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.
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- Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
- Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
- The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
- Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
- Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
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