Sunday 29 March 2009
The heady blend
of a V8 motor
laced with a provisional licence
a toxic addiction
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Sunday, March 29, 2009
The night beat rises
Saturday 28 March
The night beat rises
in a once peaceful suburb
when houses change hands
(c) Merlene Fawdry
The night beat rises
in a once peaceful suburb
when houses change hands
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Love is confusion
Friday 27 March
love is confusion
when the courting mask slips
from the face of reality
(c) Merlene Fawdry
love is confusion
when the courting mask slips
from the face of reality
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Poems are elusive
Thursday 26 March
poems are elusive
as undisciplined metaphor
steps out of line
(c) Merlene Fawdry
poems are elusive
as undisciplined metaphor
steps out of line
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Be wary old man
Wednesday 25 March
be wary old man
that your grip on the past
does not strangle the future
(c) Merlene Fawdry
be wary old man
that your grip on the past
does not strangle the future
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Obstinence and decay
Tuesday 24 March
obstinance and ego
spread tentacles of decay
through the very best
of intentions
(c) Merlene Fawdry
obstinance and ego
spread tentacles of decay
through the very best
of intentions
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Wishing for change
Monday 23 March
Wishing for change
will not make it so
when old habits
refuse to yield
(c) Merlene Fadry
Wishing for change
will not make it so
when old habits
refuse to yield
(c) Merlene Fadry
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Bigpond Blot
Well, I've finally done it. Packed my bags and left my Bigpond home. After months of system breakdowns and poor (or no) communication and increased isolation from fellow bloggers, as comments became inaccessible, I have chosen to cede defeat.
Is this how Telstra gets rid of an unwanted 'free' service?
By making it such a frustrating experience members eventually close their blogs and seek fresher and more reliant pastures.
Can we expect to see an honest end to Bigpond blogs as against the constant breakdowns and refusal to respond to customer questions?
Will Bigpond re-invent as yet another paid for service in their packages (I can remember when web pages were 'free') ?
Having had to move blogs before the completion of my 365 day poetry challenge is disapointing, to say the least, now all I have to do is decide which ISP to transfer my loyalties to after 11 years as a Telstra internet client.
A not entirely happy customer
Merlene
Is this how Telstra gets rid of an unwanted 'free' service?
By making it such a frustrating experience members eventually close their blogs and seek fresher and more reliant pastures.
Can we expect to see an honest end to Bigpond blogs as against the constant breakdowns and refusal to respond to customer questions?
Will Bigpond re-invent as yet another paid for service in their packages (I can remember when web pages were 'free') ?
Having had to move blogs before the completion of my 365 day poetry challenge is disapointing, to say the least, now all I have to do is decide which ISP to transfer my loyalties to after 11 years as a Telstra internet client.
A not entirely happy customer
Merlene
Sunday
Today, 25 March 2009
two way communication
prohibited by Bigp*nd
comments disallowed
Comments
Monday
Today, 25 March 2009, 9 minutes ago
mobile phone sulks
in obstinate silence
words unspoken
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Tuesday
Today, 25 March 2009
yesterday we basked
in newly installed ducted heating
this mornng we shiver
under cold water showers
the inefficiency of gas
or the tradies
(c) Merlene Fawdry
living with nature
Today, 25 March 2009
we elect to live
in harmony with nature
then dictate which elements
to harmonise with
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Summer persists
Saturday, 21 March 2009
summer persists
beyond its allocated time
denying autumn entry
(c) Merlene Fawdry
My dog is an errant balloon
Friday, 20 March 2009
that damn dog
a fugitive on the run
ducks and dives
across busy highways
and up blind alleys
freedom glistening
from mischievous eyes
like an errant balloon
he sits poised
daring me to close in
then lifts with the breeze
and the chase begins anew
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Supernova
Thursday, 19 March 2009
with the turn of a switch
the supernova
born of a stellar explosion
fades from our sight
RIP Natasha
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Today, 25 March 2009
two way communication
prohibited by Bigp*nd
comments disallowed
Comments
Monday
Today, 25 March 2009, 9 minutes ago
mobile phone sulks
in obstinate silence
words unspoken
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Tuesday
Today, 25 March 2009
yesterday we basked
in newly installed ducted heating
this mornng we shiver
under cold water showers
the inefficiency of gas
or the tradies
(c) Merlene Fawdry
living with nature
Today, 25 March 2009
we elect to live
in harmony with nature
then dictate which elements
to harmonise with
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Summer persists
Saturday, 21 March 2009
summer persists
beyond its allocated time
denying autumn entry
(c) Merlene Fawdry
My dog is an errant balloon
Friday, 20 March 2009
that damn dog
a fugitive on the run
ducks and dives
across busy highways
and up blind alleys
freedom glistening
from mischievous eyes
like an errant balloon
he sits poised
daring me to close in
then lifts with the breeze
and the chase begins anew
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Supernova
Thursday, 19 March 2009
with the turn of a switch
the supernova
born of a stellar explosion
fades from our sight
RIP Natasha
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Poetry update
Mortality
Yesterday, 18 March 2009
he keeps himself busy
upholding the image
of agelessness until
his aging body buckles
under the weight of his ego
and stress fractures
across his memory
erode the denial
of his mortality
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Angry words
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
angry words circle
like a murder of crows
in a cloud filled sky
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Beauty is
Monday, 16 March 2009
Beauty
is in the creation
of ground art
when the first drops of rain
create blossoms
in the dust
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Leaving
Sunday, 15 March 2009
Leaving
he left in stages
of quiet resignation
the passion of youth
having ebbed
to a deeper love
as his hand slipped from hers
she held tight to his heart
throughout the dark night
of his departure
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Bigp*nd
Saturday, 14 March 2009
Bigp*nd - seven days on the blog
bigp*nd
b*gp*nd
b**p*nd
b**p**d
b*****d
b******
*******
Nurses in training
Friday, 13 March 2009
nurses in training
theoretically correct
pass by in a gaggle
their authority swinging
from lanyards of importance
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Transience
Thursday, 12 March 2009
in the hospital waiting room
one child squeals
in unrestrained joy of life
and we shiver
in the collective knowledge
of its transience
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Western General Foyer (ii)
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
at the entrance
to Western General
smokers in hospital gowns
inhale into relapse
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Western General Foyer (i)
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
he sits
scratching idly
at the husk of his life
unaware of his own demise
while his wife
in age old tenderness
pats his hand
in remembrance
of a life shared
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Western General
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
I passed him into your care
and he went
in confused obedience
to the mispronunciation
of his name
our goodbye left hanging
in the busy foyer
where I sit
and wait
the long hours
for the call
to take him back
(c ) Merlene Fawdry
Yesterday, 18 March 2009
he keeps himself busy
upholding the image
of agelessness until
his aging body buckles
under the weight of his ego
and stress fractures
across his memory
erode the denial
of his mortality
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Angry words
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
angry words circle
like a murder of crows
in a cloud filled sky
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Beauty is
Monday, 16 March 2009
Beauty
is in the creation
of ground art
when the first drops of rain
create blossoms
in the dust
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Leaving
Sunday, 15 March 2009
Leaving
he left in stages
of quiet resignation
the passion of youth
having ebbed
to a deeper love
as his hand slipped from hers
she held tight to his heart
throughout the dark night
of his departure
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Bigp*nd
Saturday, 14 March 2009
Bigp*nd - seven days on the blog
bigp*nd
b*gp*nd
b**p*nd
b**p**d
b*****d
b******
*******
Nurses in training
Friday, 13 March 2009
nurses in training
theoretically correct
pass by in a gaggle
their authority swinging
from lanyards of importance
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Transience
Thursday, 12 March 2009
in the hospital waiting room
one child squeals
in unrestrained joy of life
and we shiver
in the collective knowledge
of its transience
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Western General Foyer (ii)
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
at the entrance
to Western General
smokers in hospital gowns
inhale into relapse
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Western General Foyer (i)
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
he sits
scratching idly
at the husk of his life
unaware of his own demise
while his wife
in age old tenderness
pats his hand
in remembrance
of a life shared
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Western General
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
I passed him into your care
and he went
in confused obedience
to the mispronunciation
of his name
our goodbye left hanging
in the busy foyer
where I sit
and wait
the long hours
for the call
to take him back
(c ) Merlene Fawdry
Monday, March 9, 2009
With these hands
Sunday 08 March, 2009
these hands continue
to ply the needle
and strong thread
that binds the frayed edges
of the fabric of our lives
(c) Merlene Fawdry
the sewing basket
Saturday 07 March, 2009
the sewing basket
wicker polished
by the careworn hands
of three generations
still serves us well
(Merlene Fawdry)
tomatoes
Friday 06 March, 2009
tomatoes
emerge from the shelter
of sun-scorched leaves
to slake their thirst
with silent night rain
salad days
(c) Merlene Fawdry
good friends
Friday 06 March, 2009
good friends
are the breeze of life
that fans our face
and feathers our hair
when the heat rises
(c) Merlene Fawdry
my brother
Friday 06 March, 2009
my brother
wore his dark skin
as a colour patch
for his gang of one
(c) Merlene Fawdry
after the crash
Friday 06 March, 2009
after the crash
the woman
who knows nothing
dabs at the edges
of their destruction
to restore the basics
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Computer buffs
Friday 06 March, 2009
in the computer lab
blokes
who know it all
and those
who think they do
wreak havoc
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Insight
Sunday 01 March, 2009
my father taught me how to look
through the loose fabric of life
to the reality of being
(c) Merlene Fawdry
A lesson
Sunday 01 March, 2009
A lesson
his passing taught me
that saying goodbye
is a gift to the living
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Sunrise
Sunday 01 March, 2009
Sunrise
the sun rises
to the stillness
of a sentence interupted
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Twilight
Sunday 01 March, 2009
Twilight
as twilight falls
his nod
marks the long pauses
between sentences
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Sunday 08 March, 2009
these hands continue
to ply the needle
and strong thread
that binds the frayed edges
of the fabric of our lives
(c) Merlene Fawdry
the sewing basket
Saturday 07 March, 2009
the sewing basket
wicker polished
by the careworn hands
of three generations
still serves us well
(Merlene Fawdry)
tomatoes
Friday 06 March, 2009
tomatoes
emerge from the shelter
of sun-scorched leaves
to slake their thirst
with silent night rain
salad days
(c) Merlene Fawdry
good friends
Friday 06 March, 2009
good friends
are the breeze of life
that fans our face
and feathers our hair
when the heat rises
(c) Merlene Fawdry
my brother
Friday 06 March, 2009
my brother
wore his dark skin
as a colour patch
for his gang of one
(c) Merlene Fawdry
after the crash
Friday 06 March, 2009
after the crash
the woman
who knows nothing
dabs at the edges
of their destruction
to restore the basics
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Computer buffs
Friday 06 March, 2009
in the computer lab
blokes
who know it all
and those
who think they do
wreak havoc
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Insight
Sunday 01 March, 2009
my father taught me how to look
through the loose fabric of life
to the reality of being
(c) Merlene Fawdry
A lesson
Sunday 01 March, 2009
A lesson
his passing taught me
that saying goodbye
is a gift to the living
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Sunrise
Sunday 01 March, 2009
Sunrise
the sun rises
to the stillness
of a sentence interupted
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Twilight
Sunday 01 March, 2009
Twilight
as twilight falls
his nod
marks the long pauses
between sentences
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Update poems
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
Nature's battle
thunder heads roll in
to release their heavy burden
on the burning below
water meets fire
in nature's battle
and a small town sleeps once more
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Peace
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Peace
is a fragile existence
a feather borne
on a gentle breeze
before the storm
announces its presence
(c) Merlene Fawdry
The Dissenter
Monday, 23 February 2009
the writing group squirms
in collective discomfort
as the dissenter speaks
each word enunciated
as a nettled irritant
sending a burning itch
through the sensitive skin
of creativity
(c ) Merlene Fawdry
Nature's battle
thunder heads roll in
to release their heavy burden
on the burning below
water meets fire
in nature's battle
and a small town sleeps once more
(c) Merlene Fawdry
Peace
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Peace
is a fragile existence
a feather borne
on a gentle breeze
before the storm
announces its presence
(c) Merlene Fawdry
The Dissenter
Monday, 23 February 2009
the writing group squirms
in collective discomfort
as the dissenter speaks
each word enunciated
as a nettled irritant
sending a burning itch
through the sensitive skin
of creativity
(c ) Merlene Fawdry
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