Mr S and I escaped the cold of Melbourne

To come here to Palm Cove. A three and a half hour plane trip up North. Leaving 8 deg C this morning  arriving in 28 deg C this afternoon.  We are away for 10 ten days. (Phoning my penguins each day to check on them).

Possibly won’t get to that ‘back story’ to Down By the River for a wee while…

The mountain is the view from our front door. The sail covered pool in the grounds at the back.

The mountain is the view from our front door. The sail covered pool in the grounds at the back.



A vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in. ~Robert Orben

To the New Year


the one we left, the one we’re in, the one after tomorrow

vanished held in memory, hearts still beat, lives forge on

the year quietly disappears ~ a new year emerges amid the

flash of midnight


perhaps, resolutions? Kept for a special day when in honesty

should be at any time, we grow older, they say wiser, are we?

ready for new challenges to face, new paths to explore

along this highway


life alters, awaiting the changes that nature may bestow

~ the unknowing, the underlying, what will come to us

shall we cry in grief, be tormented, understand

this is life


that we held, flutter in the breeze, a dove not wanting to be held

learning who are true and who are not, new ~ giving strength

we cling, can we truly forget the pain of others lost

we are human


met along the way, virtual, not knowing of their lives, the inner

sanctum of themselves, words, lines, offerings and I wonder

as they may who we really are, what makes them tick

curious and curiouser


what brings them joy and makes them who they are

perhaps too deep but my thoughts, my thoughts alone

shall the new year bring more insight into who you

are ~ your lives


that ticks, more quickly as the years pass by

once young with thoughts of many years ahead

now the time is cut by half or more and so we dread

the path ahead


a wine, a distant thought, those we have lost

those left behind and we still remain ~ the time unknown

grasping for those we loved not by our side

tears we weep


take in the new year joy, the changes it will bring

hide the fears of what may come, for they may live

~I may live and tell myself be strong what ever

comes my way


to those I’ve met this year for love, support and more

encouragement and bonding in this virtual world

I never would have guessed – no I never would

so I thank you

©jmtacken December 2013


Roses are Red

Wine is too

Poetry is damn hard


and the moment you have all been waiting for…or not

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 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 26,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 10 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

In saying the above, yes the New Year brings many thoughts, visions of perhaps events I do not want to know, but I want to say thank you to all my readers who have read my ramblings over the last year. Also thank you for your kindness and words in my new ‘career’ – all of you have been with me along this journey. My life that I share about me, my ‘penguins’ my happiness my woes…and well I’m just grateful.

If you weren’t here ~ I simply would have given this away long ago.

It is NEW YEAR’S EVE here in Australia ~ and I wish each and everyone of you a healthy, happy, love filled, peaceful and beautiful 2014 and I hope that we get to know each other even more in the coming new year.

🙂  and xxx from the Mums

Merry Christmas to you and to all Goodnight

Best singing voices everyone – to be sung to Away in A Manger…but not the words in brackets..

Christmas in Australia (Down Under)

is just round the bend (tee hee tomorrow)

I have prepped and stressed out  (no I haven’t this year it’s at Sister -in-laws)

and now hope this will end


We shall have our nibbilies

when they first walk in the door (no her door)

then we’ll offer them a drink 

one or two or maybe more


We shall sit at the table and crack

our bon-bons plastic toys and

paper hats and will look

like proper nongs ( Aussie for idiot)


I’ll stress ’bout the turkey and also the pork (not this year)

is it cooked properly through

is it done right? Yes I query

please test with your fork


I’ll consume too much alcohol (a given)

I know this to be true

and I’ll get all melancholy

just gazing at you (bleary eyed)


the entree will come first

do not know what they’ll bring (I’m bringing 3kgs of prawns with home made Sate sauce & lots of garlic)

I’m sure it’ll be delightful

and we’ll gladly tuck in


the spuds will be crunchy

the pumpkin cooked just right

the mushy peas and salads

tasty morsels every bite


Then we have our pudding

lashings of custard if you please

then there’s trifle laced with alcohol ( a given again)

oh our belts will surely squeeze


The wine will flow freely

the laughs will get loud

there’ll be memories of

past years and how we imbibed


The presents will we open we

will goo and we will will gaa

we shall say oh you shouldn’t have (eyes rolling)

you really went too far


BUT secretly we are happy

for the presents that they gave

we’re delighted and thankful

and ‘each one’ is our fave


The Carols will be playing

in the background soft and sweet

we shall eat drink and be merry

and later fall asleep (some quicker than others)


Yes,  this day is for families

and ones that you love

if I start to get teary

I will blame the egg-nog (have to blame something)


The festivities will be finished

the kitchen is a mess (well hers will be)

the dishes piled up high

but at least no more stress


Then Christmas day is over and

our tummies will be full and we

daren’t go and weigh ourselves

no that would be cruel


So enjoy your celebrations

whatever you may do have

and cry or laugh hysterically

for you’re entitled too 

©jmtacken 2013

I cheated – this is what I wrote last’s a bit…hmmm…unless of course you sang (okay it’s still hmmm) and I added a few bits as I am not holding Christmas this year (PHEW) but as I have another Service to write ~ well I’m taking the easy way out.

Seriously though ~ how do I thank you? All of you, for your kind words, your critique, your encouragement, your care, your support. I have been on WP since July last year, last December I had posted 69 posts..up to this one 712… yes ~ that is why I called my site Ramblings.

Again seriously, this Mums from ‘Down Under’ is grateful that I have met you and developed friendships. We lost another fellow WP in October and she will be sorely missed. I will miss her, those who knew her will miss her.  Everyone (no matter how corny or trite you may think this sounds) is part of a family on here. We share, we cry, we give, we take, we laugh, encourage, we are humble, we boast…sounds like a family to me.

So from me to you all, I wish each and every one of you a beautiful Christmas. Mine of course is tomorrow, so I shall have a full stomach before you even start on yours. Ours will be in 31 deg heat…yours…hmm not so much.

May you all continue to write, continue to support each other and be there for one another ~ the good – the bad and the ugly. 

and like ‘Arnie’…. “I’ll be back”

Love ya’ faces



Take Care everyone, stay safe and may your Christmas Day be filled with wonderment, joy and mostly love.

My day for those who are bored

Last night I did not write  (I know how very dare I) but there was a reason, for yesterday early evening, I lifted the dog we are minding – a dashund that’s a tad heavy without bending at the knees please! The result… spasms in my mid back up to my shoulder blades.

Today was horse riding day with a girlfriend, so last night I was lying down & stretching to get said back right and bed by 9.

Woke up this morning and felt a slight twinge, but no pain, so it was onward & upward. Now in Australia we are in Summer, someone did NOT tell the weather gods that though.

We arrived at the ‘ranch’ and it started drizzling – decked ourselves out in helmets (extremely attractive) and drizabones (what are they you ask?)

These are them DBRCLH.BRN

oil skin ankle length coats, that are rainproof and warm! (Think Man from Snowy River) We looked a treat.

On we went, rained continuing but not too heavy, the path slushy and muddy and puddles, beneath their feet, well trained and accustomed to the track, single file, head to bum all the way. We had the occasional trot, which my back coped with and first stop a Winery — YAY! Now I use to ride quite a bit in my younger years, the last time was 2 years ago. Because I was trying to be careful of my back when I dismounted, I didn’t judge the distance to the ground right, and yep straight out of the cowboy movies, yours truly landed fair square on her coccyx! Looking up at the tree tops in embarrassment!

More ginger stretches before going into the winery to sample 11 different wines from the region (we are talking 2 teaspoons full per glass here people) but it was enough to dull the pain. Then the heavens opened heavier and we were given the option of staying in and have lunch there or move on to the next winery. What MORE wine! I’m in! Off we went, the occasional trot (when I was just wanting to break out into a gallop) but we were advised too slippery underfoot. 😦

More tasting, then back to the stables. 3 hours in total, 22 tastings in total, 1 sore bottom.
The sun did peek for 4 minutes – thankfully!!

Normally this little adventure for two people is $320.00 – this cost $100 (on special) but I would have so liked to gallop or at least get a canter in – so that and landing on my backside the 2 disappointments of the day. Home now to relax 🙂

and me being shoved out the way by my horse Dusty- helmet hair and all 🙂

My new Funeral Celebrant Website


Above are parts of the two Testimonials I received.

I am smiling.

Below is the link to view,  if you wish 🙂

PS:   I would like to thank Shaun from who helped me sort out this post from the original website – so thank you Shaun 🙂

PPS: Yes the photo does look familiar doesn’t it.

Blackened Storm

Gossamer circles hang on limb
broken by the gust of wind
stirred from skies and plunges deep
skies of black and restless sleep

Brumbies stir and gallop hills
steep their climb, strong of will
light from stars bathe the ground
grass is dark for miles around

Lightning breaks the darkness still
zig zagged lights across the hill
thunder rumbles, high in these skies
wild horses warn danger’s nigh

Leader heads them up the hills
others follow at their will
strength in bodies, they carry on
out of the darkness, from the storm

Strength of legs and hooves on earth
in this land that gave them birth
frightened with ears back, they forge
over rocks and over gorge

Elements faced in open land
together they run no time to stand
thunder roars its frightening noise
brumbies tense, calmness destroyed

Shelter as the lighting cracks
rain falls they group in their plight
herd of brumbies with stallion black
black as this night as they take flight

Storm it passes all is still
brumbies rest shake off the chill
regroup they stand with nostrils flared
none were harmed, each one was spared

For Mind Love Misery Prompt # 30 Colour

As I had been busy writing the Service for this morning – my brain is a little weary, but I was enchanted by mindlovemisery’s prompt Colour. This is a very ‘rhyming’ piece that I wrote and posted December 2012. My style has changed quite a lot since ‘those days’. Brumbies are Australian wild horses.Hope this is acceptable for the prompt.  Apologies for those that may have already read this.

The prompt is –

New post on mindlovemisery

Prompt 30: Color

by mindlovemisery

Colors are often used to represent emotions. The seven deadly sins are identified with colors.

Pride- Violet (horse)

Envy- Green (dog)

Gluttony- Orange (pig)

Lust- Blue (cow)

Anger- Red (bear)

Greed- Yellow (frog)

Sloth- Light Blue (goat)

We have are own unique associations with colors as well. The assignment is simply to create a piece that emotionally, symbolically, sensually, or physically embodies the color(s) of your choice. If you want to run with the 7 deadly sins theme feel free to incorporate the associated animal as well. You are by no means obligated to do so it was just the most natural and obvious example. Aura or chakra colors would be another good place to research if you need inspiration.

Sitting at my back door

I asked Brian Miller from WaystationOne and also dVerse for some inspiration after writing and editing a Eulogy.

His words were – go sit on the porch with a cuppa…close your eyes and listen…when you think you have heard it—listen some more then write it…smiles

So I went outside and closed my eyes and listened..and listened and sat for hmmm 3 minutes and wrote this…probably should have stayed longer (but I was cold)


Soft wind meanders through trees
at my back gate and birds cluck
~ similar to ducks
but not
joined with the odd crow or dove
a dog in the distance barks
for the homecoming of his master
‘Boing’ a basketball next door
bounces ‘cross the pavement
Six birds I hear, different shapes
different sizes
competing with the clunk of tin
from neighbours in their yard
bees~ and there are bees murmuring
amongst the chipped wood
seeking flowers on the branches
and a fly ~
wouldn’t be Australia ~ without a fly


Thanks Brian 😉 my 666th post.

A little Spring in your step (Prose)


touch the Spring in Australia
warmth in wind beckons leaves to dance
birds to sing and nest

though the ladder in my shed
not the ideal place
step on pavements in front of neighbours

flowers blossom, coloured rainbows
against backdrops of green hues
inspiring Spring, perfumes not in bottles

unlike colder Seasons, treading outside gusts of
cold bitter winds hit skin, tis pleasant to walk
within ~ the gardens of my land

take note that your change comes, as my change does
change in fauna, changes in moods and love
that may spiral to a darker place

when winter darkness fills your space
your thoughts grow dim
whilst mine blossoms ~ light, carefree

no star shaped colours rustling under foot
no snow or cold to chill the bones
no heat that expires and draws your breath

I have a skip in my step in Spring
forget the crunch, the heat, the thunder
dare I say it ~ yes I will

there’s no other place like ‘Down Under’

© JMTacken Oct 16 2013

The bird pictured is a Magpie

This is for DVerse dVerse–  Hosted by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) Read some amazing Poets – join in the fun if you wish. The drinks are on the house 🙂

Where did you go?

Childhood did I lose you
somewhere along the way
moments that simply vanished
events I can’t recall
I remember
curly blonde hair
pen marked forehead ~ I called
you Irene like my mum
pink lace dress, plastic clicking eyes
wrought iron fireplace briquettes
wood piled high watching as the
magic circling smoke wafted
up the chimney bricks
cushions stacked a castle made; sheets
from beds my little place –  with plastic
tea-cups filled with water, my dolls my
guests inside and parents not allowed
backyard play and fences climbed till
over I go head first concrete never
soft – sore head – painful head
cries to mum, I lived to tell the tale 
being minded playing marbles
hmm the large one is soooo pretty
fingers down the back of throat
this I remember well
shuttlecock soaring into the air
laughter family brothers playing
dad in knee high socks
holidays with rain in tents 
strumming a guitar on fallen
gum tree; vacant paddock calling
out as center stage,  not so in tune
voices with my besty from next door
there are photographs
to remind me ~ not many but a few
this is only how I remember
how I’ll remember you 
Me in Overalls031
For Poetics dVerse brought to us by Manicddaily, a/k/a, Karin Gustafson – The prompt for the day: some variation of “I remember”.  
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