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Tag: writing
Put Out Your Bats
Things happen.
You just don’t think they are going to happen
but they do.
A fallen hero
things happen
but then they get better
but sometimes they don’t.
I saw red bold letters
I saw yesterday on replay
I felt the sun shining
I heard clouds on the bay
Flags fell
Wishes made
Prayers barely answered
hope fell into shade
Darkness cast shadows,
against the light of humanity
but breathes of love
in the veins of a global community
roared across oceans
to the place I call home.
Streets lined with cricket bats
wherever I roam.
I didn’t know you
I only knew of you
I feel the pain of losing you
because I feel the grief left by you
Things happen
Nonsensical things happen
and we all keep asking
why did it happen to you?
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Written for Phil Hughes & Cricketing Community. I can’t say I ever followed cricket or know much of the team but what happened last week I felt in my heart just like the rest of the world. It’s just so shocking and I still can’t believe it. I had to write something.
#putoutyourbats
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Live the Journey
Originally posted for 365 Days of Creating Charlie:
Dwelling inside is my inner Alice
perplexed by the choices she has to make
the Cheshire cat, his words mean no malice
but enigmatic words are hard to take.
If the destination is unknowing
than the direction doesn’t matter
when the moments in between are flowing
that is when your road begins to scatter.
So, take a jump down the white rabbits hole
stop for tea with the Hatter and the Hare
scribble and sketch all over your life scroll
for life is outside society’s square.
To be here – is the greatest game you’ll play
another decision, take it your way.
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Poem for Mental Health Week
Inspired by Mental Health Week that is sweeping across Australia.
Empty
like a glass of wine
on a Friday night
spinning happily
wonderland
spices and chilli
stings shivering nerves
casacade of goosebumps
the real world screams
from all directions
piano keys at her temples
bass at her heart
eyes like lead
oh, a paper-weight of a head
Downton’s Daisy, is
devilishly clever
a marionette under the wrong master
she doesn’t know what to do
society says she will not do
in her family tree of servitude.
That story stops there
hack and halve and hack again
dreams submerge reality
or is the other way around?
She is tired.
She is empty.
She breaks her down
to build her up.
She is the builder.
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Despicable You
Despicable You
Trolling about the place
your radar must be broken
your mind wanders
far in the wrong direction
your twisted pleasures
scratches against my life
like nails on a chalkboard
turning my sunshine to rain
your words taste like milk
that has been left out alone
the government warned us
about the Internet
now bonding with humans
face to face
sends dancing endorphins
but are frozen shocked
by disillusioned speech
the brown eyed pot belly
sprawled across the chair
sends shudders down my spine
there’s just something not right
chuntering over there
the office clock ticks away
but I’m trapped in creepy moments
of seductive despicability
but it doesn’t work on me
my disdain pauses your conversing
the innocent shrivelled shrugging
shows a lifetime of rehearsing
to me you are a real life Gru
vile and wicked; twisted you.
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Human Tetris – The Commuters Curse
Human tetris… activate!
Do you hear the people sing?
Swinging like monkeys
in a boxed rainforest
the jungle calls loudly
ghostly footprints
taste like rain.
Twisting, turning, jerking
weaving the web of suburbia
even though you don’t know
you know
no worries, mate
the commuters trolley of blind faith
fly down highways
while I am suspended like a marionette
dreaming of growing wings
the charismatic eagle Always
one day will cut loose the strings
Do you hear the people sing?
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Composed upon Mutianyu
I’ve recently returned from my trip to Beijing and so enjoyed learning the history and culture of our Chinese friends. The following is a few words I composed whilst almost passed out in one of the gantrys of the Great Wall of China as I tried to escape the sweltering sun and rest my poor weary feet…
A reel of memories
that taste like duck and dumplings
a warriors cry silenced
carved into the mountains
a story of everlasting pavement
up and down, up and down,
exposed under Asian sun
straw hats among the sloping grass
following footsteps
immune to creaking chairlifts
and anglo invasion.
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The day the laughter died
Written in honour of Robin Williams – a true entertainer that had a huge impact on this girls childhood. I can’t think of a favourite childhood movie that didn’t have him in it. From Aladdin, Flubber, Hook to Dead Poets Society, Good Will Hunting and even more recently Happy Feet.
The day the laughter died…
shock waves and sadness
a piece of my youth – gone
I always thought Peter Pan lived forever.
Sparkling blue eyes
decades of smiles
like ripples across an ocean
throngs of characters
transcending time
always and forever
caught inside life’s hour glass
trying to break free
a special kind of magic
never before and never again
will our hearts warm
like you warmed them
our genie
our doctor
our captain
remember
turn at the second star
nanu nanu.
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The Other Side
Written for Heeding Haiku With HA: Summer Kigo by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie… Summer is indeed burning brightly over the northern hemisphere and I am so much looking forward to joining them next month for a couple of weeks. However, south of the equator, at the bottom of the world Winter is making herself very well known. So here is my tanka from:
The OtherSide
On the other side
billowing clouds block the sun
wind chimes dance fiercely
shaded from Summers beauty
we’ll find our way back again.
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Foggy Days Ahead
This fog is symbolic of discontent
Hurt and pain burns inside this weary world
each of us clouded by our judgements
it happened in a moment; emotions twirled.
Walking through shadows of a misty place
searching; scrolling for pieces of answers
disappearing without a scrap or trace
echoes of voices of social dancers
Soon the fog will lift from this tired city
And her flags will be raised back to full mast
Even in this moment the world seems shitty
tomorrow will pull it into the past.
We’ve been here before; Winter comes and goes
We’ll be here again – that everyone knows.
Charlie Ann Alford 
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