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Post by Guest on Sat May 23, 2009 4:17 am

Tick Tock

Oh hurry up and tick your tock
the minutes the hours
HURRY UP
tick your tock!
speed them up
ticktockticktocktick
TOCK
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Post by greasemonkey on Sat May 23, 2009 12:51 pm

poetry wrote:Tick tock..............
Tock ticking..............
echo's surrounding silence
as night brings closure
upon another day,
slightly different from the previous
never the same.

sleep is like death
offers a new slate
every morning a new dawning
another canvas to set feelings free
winding back the clock can unleash energy
and inspiration collectively
the way of the Healer.
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Post by Guest on Sat May 23, 2009 12:56 pm

Looking forward to your first post here Poetry Smile

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Post by Guest on Sun May 24, 2009 1:00 am

come on where is it then?

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Post by Guest on Thu May 28, 2009 12:54 pm

Many thanks, GM, Jaffa, Mylife --------> off i go again

Jotting down some notes - to remind me to work on a poem perhaps?

Today: Tears of frustration

NZ Post - missing post again… writes letter of complaint - good on ya!

A cleaning frenzy.... did i take my morning medication
Oven done - well clean enough for one
On hands and knees scrubbing floor
Under my bed - so much dust - clean there too
Lux the house

Terracotta pots - hmmm how to get them down the ramp - down to the bottom overgrown in need of weeding garden? I need someone to help me - I'm too weak darn it - Parnate.
Physically weak! But determined! I tip the pot with the over grown lavender over the side of the deck...a balancing act.... number 1 done onto number two - ‘shit’ ..... nervous giggles ... oh heck lost number two over the balcony it went, it crashed in a heap - the terracotta pot broke.
Twas a big terracotta pot! darn it. Now in large pieces decorates the weedy garden...must get onto that!

Help my arms are tired can't get a framed pic on my wall - after first lesson decides to wait...
The sun - yes, is out but your showing all the rain dribbles and cloudy streaks - reflecting all the murk that has attached itself to the glass doors and windows- another job aarhhhhh

The car needs luxing....cleaning too
A wash to boot........ummmmmmm
The list went on ..... Med time - chill!
Oh no not toilet time!!!!! kinda constipated not with words but ye ouch..... and finally the tears come.
All alone - facing the world not wanting to seek help from family....missing the partnership of marriage- sharing the load….. “MUM!”

A friend drops in - oh what a sight!!! Forgotten rule # 1 - get dressed,. I greet my friend in thermal underwear and top - i was sorta lost inside them- size wise.

Yes! someone to help me undo my chaos, thank -you dear friend for hanging up my gift a photographed close up Tui - framed

Thank - you for digging up the bottom garden and planting the lavender - oops here is a plaster..... a cut from a terracotta plant holder, sorry about that

Together with broom swung high to gather in the bamboo from up in the sky we chop back the last lengths.

Is that tears running down your nose? “no sweat” !

Tui's are singing or are they laughing at us? We watch a Bell-bird funny sorta chirping noise we get closer he doesn't mind he is busy ... My friend starts chirping too… echoing and chatting away with the birds…

SHOWER TIME - RELAX

Thank you friend I imagine I would still be scrubbing away in the darkness!

Still got jobs to do…… but they can wait sunny

: Funny but not funny: In a funny sorta way........

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Post by Guest on Sat Jun 06, 2009 12:31 pm

Yesterday i had an appointment with my Psychiatrist Full on panic attack, support friend spoke for me PDN silent just listening in. Me I was doing the breathing bloody technique!!!!!

1. More meds....NO thanks DOC hate those names
2. Heading for another breakdown - yep Doc - but I know the rules this time! No Doc no more meds
3. Asked for my blood test results from oh i don't know 3 weeks AGO!! oh dear your iron something is 10 no saturation? no storage NO?.... Yes Doc some Iron Pills please!!!!!

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Post by greasemonkey on Sat Jun 06, 2009 12:57 pm

welcome home poetry
Ive missed you!
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Post by Guest on Sun Jun 07, 2009 12:21 am

c ya


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Post by Guest on Sun Jun 07, 2009 12:28 am

c ya


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Post by Guest on Sun Jun 07, 2009 5:28 am

(((( Poetry ))))

Are you absolutely sure you don't want meds? They are not all evil, and surely you haven't tried every type out there? You should't have to cope with all this on your own hun.

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Post by Guest on Sun Jun 07, 2009 6:59 am

i don't even like the thoughts of meds

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Post by greasemonkey on Sun Jun 07, 2009 7:45 am

fear is fascinating.

Worrying about the worst,often makes the worse happen.
Ive seen it happen to people,
and had it happen to myself!

If one speaks out about their fears,
the juice discharges and cannot manifest in reality.

Better to-be open minded
and share fears
otherwise shit happens.
Chaos,
ask the DR if they have experienced the Drugs
they are offeing you?...could be you need a better DR.
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Post by Guest on Sun Jun 07, 2009 8:33 am

I haven't seen a doctor. don't want to . they will think I am just nuts.

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Post by Guest on Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:50 am

c ya


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Post by Guest on Sun Jun 07, 2009 9:56 am

Dreams:

My dream: To be a character in a Dr Seuss book! wow imagine the fun.

I dreamed a dream

I dreamed a dream in bed last night,
Of places most bizarre.
Of ponds of liquid lemon pie,
And ducks that played guitar.

Of perfect picture puzzle paths,
And grass of jellybeans.
Of crumpet homes and candy gnomes,
Such things I'd never seen.

Of glinting, misty marble stars,
And clouds of thick éclair.
Of crayon boats and biscuit goats,
A weird and strange affair.

I flew past trees of centipedes,
And over fondant hills.
Past eight-leg cats and purple rats,
A world so full of thrills.

I dived beneath a soapy lake,
Through plastic kelp and Bream.
And swam with rainbow octopus,
Past shores of clotted cream.

And down below the treacle waves,
I spied a feathered bee.
But with a start I woke to find,
My pillows eating me!

©2003 Gareth Lancaster

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Post by Guest on Tue Jun 09, 2009 9:41 am

c ya


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Post by greasemonkey on Wed Jun 10, 2009 1:57 am

our bodies deplete in flavour
minerals we so desparately need,
from eating too many preservatives.

Since i partook in our ocean mother
My body has recovered its natural state,
as i were, before i got sickly.

The body is a giants chemistry-shop
where when we are not carefull we can upset the chemist,
overloading on things, brought-in from outside.
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Post by Guest on Thu Jun 11, 2009 5:18 am

bye


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Post by greasemonkey on Thu Jun 11, 2009 8:12 am

lol
sit.
One of the most difficult things a westerner can do is SIT!
Those who achieve it
deserve it.
Sitting allows the mind to unravel
and expose a quieter life
with volume on Low.

Some learn to sit the hard-way,
go to a Zen Master with stick in hand,
they learn out of self decipline!
But sit with ourself we must do
to get to the Bottom of IT!

Thought is a split mind
a moment apart
from reality.
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Post by Guest on Sat Jun 13, 2009 5:46 am

Moment in time, where you pause
And you get it
Your eyes are open
And you see
See the passing of a ship
That is loaded with your past,
With your ‘stuff’
Like a moving van…

Eyes are open and you get it
Clarity
Vision of hope
Thoughts shift from past to future
To returning
To be able to return once more
To life.

Just a moment
A pause
Where you ‘get it’

Then you collect half a bag of pine cones
Only half
Cause your exhausted
Head rush, tired, weak again

You find your-self looking over the edge of a bank
Where you have traversed to
You look down
Your not afraid -‘don’t care’ If you fall
Almost wish to, an ‘accident’ and life insurance kicks in

Then your feet move you
Homeward again

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Post by Guest on Sat Jun 13, 2009 9:10 am

i just love your posts as I can so relate to them!

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Post by Guest on Sun Jun 14, 2009 12:05 am

hmm relate to them... sometimes I can't lol

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Wish i was a wild lion
fearless
because if i was a fearless lion...
I would not have had to make an urgent call called 'help' !!

Friend or Fo?
R u MR BoogeypossumMAN!
I don't like when my hair does that 'stand up' thing cat-like
nor the sensation of FEAR - bugger yah!

My roof is not your home
or were you on the run?
cause i hear people are after you!!

Possum traps
A community eradication - your actually classified PEST
So number 15 ROOF... will have one SOON - A TRAP

I can assure you
it won't hurt a bit
I'll even leave an apple for you to munch on!

I am quite generous... well sorta
I'm gonna ring i assure yah!

Cause i thought you were someone else... A terrible boogeyman! a real one.. one that invades your home!

You see Mr BoogeypossumMAN, I live alone
and alone is not good
when you are scared!!!!

Sleep




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Post by greasemonkey on Sun Jun 14, 2009 2:58 am

your postings Poetry....
love em.

at the Heart of the matter
should we allow ourselves
the fall which winter calls 'seasonings',
we kiss the passing ships goodbye
and settle without future-folly.

There we enter-timelessness
showered in mystical revelations
One views the world
through jewelled belly-button,
as the hurricans eye.


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Post by Guest on Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:50 am

dah


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Post by greasemonkey on Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:51 am

lol
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