How did you celebrate ? Chat time

Here I sit 11:00 pm on the first day of 2015.

I woke okay as did the girls (2 of my girlfriends) and Mr. S.

Our celebration began with watching some TV and the countdown to 12, watching the fireworks over and on Sydney Harbour Bridge. As we drew to the last minute, out came the sparklers, which we struggled to light in time! The sparklers though not having the same panache as the fireworks, at least didn’t scare the poor pets around us in neighbouring homes.

While I’m on this subject pet owners, if you haven’t learnt that you need to take measures to ensure your pets are safe and protected whilst fire crackers are raging around them, then please take note!

Whilst the four of us (yes the party was booming) waved our sparklers on the decking we counted down the last ten seconds.
Then it was kisses and hugs and messages of let’s hope for a better year.

Back inside, the coffee table spread with food and bottles of champagne and sparkling strawberry wine, we decided we wanted to sing. Our new TV is a smart TV, where we can watch youtubes and the Internet. So it was … Yes you guessed it KARAOKE TIME!

We all took turns in choosing songs to raise our voices too and there were some hilarious choices made, but there were also some emotional choices and not seeing my girls that night, got me teary.

We sang, we laughed, we ate, we sang some more, till our voices were croaky and our throats hoarse. Checking the time it was 4:30am.

I haven’t stayed up till that hour since I was a teenager.

This morning I got up and cooked bacon and eggs on the BBQ for everyone, as each bedroom door opened and 3 bodies with tired eyes sat down for their first breakfast of the year, there were smiles and “What a great night…morning”.

I hope you all had a wonderful celebration as did we.




How could sips from a glass change the way they felt
holding eye contact, longer than a passing glance
The wine chilled, the heat between them obvious
he with lashes longer than hers
her eyes more emerald than the gem itself

The attraction of first love
one without the other could disappear
and letting go too hard to bare
How we lose ourselves in romance
standing alone, the other gives us strength
so intense in what they feel

Let that feeling remain throughout the years
a blanket that is wrapped around
till only one heart beat is heard
As their fingertips touch cottoned sheets
bringing memories of first meeting
and their kiss goodnight.

Copyright JMTacken 31.12.2014

2014 in review..I guess it’s that time again

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 15,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 6 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.


Thank  you to my loyal supporters for another wonderful year.

Love ‘ya faces.



Morning time


the world stirs
light pushes towards earth
eyes blink
closed from longs night sleep
all that were settled stretch
branches open wide
their feathered dwellers
cry the morning song
flying off from nestled homes

I could have written of the darkness
as I saw it
in so many hours past
digital click to warn me of the
minutes passing by
of life

eyes that wish to close
yet drawn to nature wakening
the sounds, the calls
bringing rhythmic pulses to the air

and nothing changes
night to day
sleep or not
with memories of yesterday
thoughts of tomorrow
we start again
the day is what we make of it

copyright JMTacken 28.12.2014

Post Christmas day and Boxing Day chat

Oh where did those 2 days disappear?

Firstly a thank you to all who read and also commented on my pre Christmas chat. I hope that you all had a wonderful day with those you love and possibly those you may not (depending on the family/friend relationships that were gathered at your table).

Our Boxing Day is drawing to an end with another day of good food and good company.

Yesterday we went to my brothers for lunch I’m driving as Mr. S with his ‘boot’ cannot. Picked up Mr. S’s stepfather P and then daughter B and her husband E (sorry possibly confusing you with all these letters).

Arriving and organising the entree (fresh prawns cooked in chilli & sesame oil) with home made garlic mayonnaise, a roasted capsicum and Thai dipping sauces.

The rest of the family arrived brother P after picking up Mumma & Pop Penguin, nephews D his wife D and S and his wife E and their new babies Mia and Charlize.

K then entered without J…but she was calm and seemed relaxed.

Highlights of the day

The food, prawns, glazed BBQ leg of ham and turkey, salads.
Desserts of small puddings or individual trifles, with cream, custard, puréed rhubarb, meringue and home made shortbread.

The Kris Kringle gift giving, where we were given numbers, taking it in turns to choose a generic gift, then having the opportunity to steal what we preferred from someone else (mumma p got grumpy when her baileys Irish cream liquer vanished)

Playing darts outside with all the boys in the family.
This also included garden darts…trying to spear a leaf across the lawn, from over our heads, blindfolded, between our legs.

Taking family photos, pulling silly faces and crazy positions.

Cuddling the two babies and being able to settle them and get them sleeping (haven’t lost the knack it seems)

Receiving a weekend get-a-way with Mr.S in February in Victoria (destination unknown) & a Fitbit (a watch that tells you calories burned, sleep patterns etc)

Best highlight

Watching my girls K and B talking and son in law E.
Watching them laugh and share and K joining in the day.

and in the in betweens

Mumma P getting cranky that no one was singing carols, throughout the conversations held at the table.

Pop feeling useless that he had to be helped to walk and be seated.


We forgot to buy Bon Bons and sit with our silly paper hats!

I hope you had an amazing two days.
So what were your highlights and in-betweens, if you’d like to share?

Christmas Chat

and so this is Christmas and what have you done..

I have made new friends, hung on to old ones (& not necessarily in age).

I have travelled many rough roads and will continue to do so, but there are those worse off than I.

To those who have followed me since I began, to those who may be new to my ramblings.. I thank you

I thank you all for your support, your guidance, your encouragement, your hope and your strength.

I thank you for sharing my tears and my laughter.

I have enjoyed reading your posts and getting to know you through your writing and personally.

I wish you all a beautiful Christmas and a healthy, happy 2015.

Tonight is Christmas Eve in Australia, one more sleep before the jolly man in the red suit, pays us a visit.

I wish you joy
I wish you love
I wish you hope

YOU are all very special to me.

Be safe through the holiday season.




be back soon.

🎅🎄🎁 xx 🎁🎄🎅



Today Australia mourns

Today Australia is is mourning, for one who hid under the guise of religion. One who sent letters to Australian families of our soldiers killed overseas, after just 3 days saying these soldiers were child killers. Whilst on bail, was endited on 40 charges of sexual assault. He was accused of murdering and burning his ex wife. We ask? We must ask about our legal system. Why was this man walking our streets at all. He thankfully has left our world, in the early hours of this morning.

But he left, after he murdered a young mother of 3 children, who was trying to protect a pregnant friend and the Manager of the Lindt Cafe in Sydney who was trying to unarm him.

Also today – A 21 year old was arrested in Melbourne, murdering a man who was being a good Samaritan, intervening in an argument between the man and his pregant girlfriend in the streets.

Also today – A young 18 year old boy was killed by a shark attack in Queensland.

This is our day today, this the world in which we live.

Religious extremists.
People who are allowed to walk our streets when they should be behind bars.
Violence from someone upon an innocent soul who ‘wouldn’t’ mind his own business trying to help.
A young fisherman, enjoying what he loved, fishing.

We mourn, we have been touched by terrorism.

We have seen the deaths of others not related to terrorism.
In so many matter what the circumstance, it is all simply terror.

Be brave Australia.

The Bridge


Cautiously she tread
toes splayed for balance
bare heels touching first
the wooden pales that made the bridge
it gently swayed as she held fast
steel pipes within her palms

watching the path
that lay ahead

She stops
unaware of towering trees
enconsed in forest green
blue river deep below
the sun hitting rocks
that lined it’s course

watching the path
that lay ahead

Instead she’s trapped
cornered animal in a cage
despair, anxious
disconnected, angry
emotions that come in waves
never ending one moment
every moment
one day to the next

watching the path
that lay ahead

Her heart tells her step forward
her mind tells her no
scared to try
her feet stand still in lonliness
the world in front
yet out of reach
the one behind she wants to leave

watching the path
that lays ahead

She now sways from side to side
trying to escape
the demons in her head
to walk the path beyond
let her feet step lightly
watching the path
that lays ahead

let her reach the other side
so she knows that she belongs

Copyright JMTacken 15.12.2014

Thank you everyone for your gracious comments on my last posts. I’ve been absent for a while, for reasons most of you would be aware of.

This is written for K, who had another extremely bad time the day before her 28th birthday last Saturday. She took off in her car for a few hours. I asked her late Saturday where she went.
She cried saying back to the other house, I just sat in the car as I often do, as I don’t know where I belong.

I hope to be reading and commenting on your posts again, thank you.

It’s Chat Time

Which means I haven’t got a piece of poetry in me.
It’s been a hectic last couple of weeks, just wanted to let you know that Mumma Penguin finally went home last Monday. She has regular careers from the Council visiting almost every day for a month to help and organise her, which in turn will also help Pop. He is so happy she is home again and she is thrilled, though she has her stubborn pants on about doing her exercises!

Pop realised the other day that his memory is sadly going now too, imagine my surprise when I phoned them the other day and he was doing a crossword puzzle, out of the senior Citizens magazine they get, the first he has ever done in his 86 years ( mind you I was on the phone for one and a half hours) as he kept saying now 16 down is…. 😀 but I’m happy he is trying and even Mumma P was joining in…miracles! I am going to buy him a book of easy ones so he (they) don’t give up!

I have been busy with services funerals, conducting two last week and three next week. I cried at Thursday’s one, as I was reading the committal, the wife of the deceased a beautiful petite lady called out a few times (which made people laugh) during the service as I read, then she said “goodbye my darling” and I couldn’t hold it together for a while. It’s normal, every now and then it happens, it gets to me. I’m human, which is a good thing ☺️

Mr.S had his operation, he now is hobbling on crutches and plaster, I picked him up from Hospital this morning and he has slept most of the day.

K is trying to get into modelling. goth style mostly, this has been keeping her busy of late, below are a few of her recent photos taken…now all she needs is someone to discover her. Yes I know I’m being brazen,  forgive me, but if you don’t ask or put it out there…..

My 900th post, who would have thought.