Eyes now open


Hook in her mouth, a fish baited
she fought the current
Squirming, young and innocent
held, by the line of his hand
his charismatic ways
Slowly reeled in, to the delight
of his company

Time leads to the unnoticed
Blind to her discontent, she felt
her freedom, was now sought
his charm losing its appeal
Common ground was walked on
but that was years ago
The familiarity of togetherness
people change

What excited, now was boring
what was quirky, pissed her off
He was not the man she met
and people grow apart
Not thinking that it mattered
oblivious to her needs
He saw no need to alter

He was wrong, he knows this now
attention to finer details
aware of her unhappiness, he remained
the one who caught the prize
No thought at what the cost

Looking back, his eyes were closed
He missed her cringes, when he spoke
Missed the tell-tale signs of boredom
She was no longer young and innocent
wanting more than what he gave

It was a quiet Autumn morning
she closed the door behind her
one last time
Unhooked the line, he thought he held
swimming to her freedom

© JMTacken 19.5.2014

Photo Credit: http://www.deviantart.com

It’s Chat Time!!!

Yes, it’s that time again, it was only five days ago that I posted my last one, there’s a pattern here folks. At least when readers see the title they can skip over if they want some prose/poetry, because this is not it (besides I just posted one this afternoon) and yes I shall be outright pretentious and put the link >>>>>Hidden under Linen (Prose) for those who wish to read ..then the only way you would see that link is if you read this..

This morning I signed up for the Marriage Celebrant  Course, no need to cheer,  as I am pooping my pants about it, but I was put a little at ease when the Course organiser told me that an 82 year old man is also doing it and his Funeral Celebrants Course. So all can’t be lost now can it.

From about 11 this morning I have been bored out of what little brain I possess. There is a difference between being bored when you have an income coming in, to that when you don’t. It’s like being on holidays, you know you got paid your holiday pay which will see you through, so you can be as bored as you please, knowing that you will return to work and get a pay packet again.

This is enforced holiday without pay.

Signs of boredom (or how I spent my day)

I went up to the Hardware store to buy tiles for our bathroom.
I went to the Supermarket, pulling the little wheeled Supermarket basket behind me and everything tipped out, yet I didn’t get angry.
I brought some washing off the line.
I made the bed.
I looked up why my lemon tree has bulbous branches, only to find out it has been infected with Citrus Gall Wasp. For those of you who have bulbous branches see this>>> http://www.bugsforbugs.com.au/citrus-gall-wasp-information
I then went outside with trusty long pruning shears, short ones and a saw, balancing on a garden setting seat and proceeded to cut off as many branches that were bulbous. I don’t have much of my large 12 year old tree left. See below – this was a full tree tucked in one of the corners of my yard behind the washing line near the back shed. (exciting isn’t it) The other branches are the trees in the house behind ours btw.

Remember the song ‘Lemon Tree very pretty’ – well ours is not so much.


I put the television on and started watching the American wedding gown dress shops shows (try saying that 6 times fast) you know the ones I must have this dress..I don’t care how much it costs. I have to have this dress..even though my body fat is edging over the sides like a squeezed toothpaste tube. Yep those ones.
I walked around the house, nothing to specifically do, just walked, room to room.
I went to the mail box – twice (they only deliver once a day).

The only thing that wasn’t boring was reading other blogs and commenting.

Yes, dear readers I am going slightly Cuckoo here – speaking of which. Mum’s birthday is at the end of March, she will be 85. We were going to hold a surprise ‘family only’ lunch somewhere. I just received a phone call from Pop with a little angry tweety-bird in the background. Now we are having a full blown 40 people, with mum’s saved housekeeping money paying for it at the Restaurant that we have gone to… too many times to mention >>> www.cuckoorestaurant.com.au  adding links is stopping my boredom.

This establishment had been around since 1958 and not much has changed. A quaint Bavarian style Smorgasbord lunch and a floor show (which tweety bird wants) where they ring the bells to tunes, they find out where their audience is from and sing a a one line song from that country, where they slap on the lederhosen and do a little dance now…

All the family (and friends) are just a wee bit over this place, but mum is convinced there aren’t any others and she wants music so she doesn’t have to carry on a conversation. I was told quite politely well don’t come if you don’t like it…

So there you have it MY DAY in a 670 word count, give or take oh and a rather bare pic of my lemon tree.

“Help me before I completely lose my marbles”

Break The Wall (Prose)


break it down for me

the intricacies
you splinter little parts of me
as wood under my skin

casting reasoning to the wind
talk to me ~repair the damage
the ‘kitchen sink’ once again
dragged up ~ the already resolved

counsellors said a waste of time
don’t walk away, I say sorry
I don’t know why
your words angrily whispered
slicing through
breath exhaled

arms flail in the air
the marionette
stringed by an invisible puppeteer
at least spoken words
give a chance
the silence
only lends itself
to confusion ~ doubt

pacing round the room
tension strung like wire
tears I cry watching you
you don’t realise
you’re ignorant to
my ache

our lives
both stressed
day to day
reached a T-intersection
both going different ways

we travelled the same road
once ~ now the fork divided
I’ll fight for you
I’ll fight for us
we can make this work
but break it down for me

so I can cease this hurt

©jmtacken Dec 2013


I wrote this some time back and strangely over the last few days of not being around too much, my enthusiasm has waned a little for writing. Perhaps the pressure of writing the Service and another to do for the 30th December, perhaps the Christmas events …and well life taking precedence.

Thank you for all those who commented on my last post (Leave of Absence) I apologise that I haven’t had time to comment individually to you all – but I think you know how grateful I am for you reading & your comments – so thank you.

I know this isn’t a Christmas Spirit piece and I am sure I will get my mo-jo back soon and I shall be writing a post just before Santa arrives.


Photo Credit: http://www.pinterest.com

Just a bored babble from Mums

Sometimes as you know I deviate from poetry and just babble.

This is a babble moment ~ perhaps as I am bored. Staying at home every day, visiting the Penguins, which I will be after I write this, shopping for groceries, going for a walk, may sound like the ideal, but unfortunately it's not paying the bills.

Anyway I am not here to gripe and carry on about my boredom, for that will only get you miffed and bored at my boring writing. So I am talking about food. No, I'm not posting recipes (relax) though I do cook a really mean butterflied BBQ leg of lamb I can tell you about. Waits to see if anyone asks. This morning and it's just hit 11am Tuesday here folks, I was peckish - normally I don't eat breakfast, though I have been making a fresh fruit juice of nectarines, apples, mangos, strawberries and peaches..I see you salivating.

Then I thought hmm what can one eat at this time of the morning that isn't too fattening (yes desperately trying to lose a kilo or two) prior to the big day, so I don't feel too guilty about consuming too much food and alcohol.

What did I come up with you ask?  You did ask didn't you? Good. Slices of cold roast rare beef with chopped green chilli, now before you cringe too much, yes I know it's morning, but chillies are a good kick start to your metabolism and I can eat the 'weirdest' foods/combinations at any time. Do keep in mind my European/English/Aussie upbringing. 

For example

Cold pizza in the morning - now how many love this…many that I know of. Then I eat other 'weird' combinations like salt on tasty cheese (I know mybad with the salt) but I don't eat it every day or large amounts, so you can relax. Or mustard on cheese - yup. Or rollmops - pickled raw herring that has been marinated in vinegar and onion see picture below (this I don't have for breakfast - usually) Oysters, mussels, squid, octopus. Pickles - sweet- sour- I eat every kind.
Rye bread with caraway seeds (my European influence - as is the roll mops).
Then of course there are the 'normals' Indian, Thai, Vietnamese, Moroccan, Italian, French, Japanese, Greek (hmm saganaki is too die for) - I try as many different types of cuisines as possible.

Why not, open your minds and mouths to all the exotic and wonderful tastes from around the world, this also helps you not to be a fuss-pot when going to a Restaurant and sticking with the same ol- same ol, saying "Oh I'd never eat that" when my response is why not - how do you know if you don't try?

So that's my babble, I have finished the beef and chillies, about to hop in the shower (well I am at home) then visit the penguins…oh and possibly shop for something for dinner since I am now salivating - go on proceed to tickle your tastebuds - just for Mumsy? :-) Tell me the weird & wonderful you try?

Dinner at the Raw Prawn (prawns, barramundi fish, octopus and mud crabs) oh and salad.

Dinner at the Raw Prawn (prawns, barramundi fish, octopus and mud crabs) oh and salad.

Finally and waiting for the 'ewwww' comments, one of my favourites - Rollmops, Pickled Herring...that's fish guys that's marinated in a vinegar...don't judge me, I was raised on them!

Finally and waiting for the ‘ewwww’ comments, one of my favourites – Rollmops, Pickled Herring…that’s fish guys that’s marinated in a vinegar…don’t judge me, I was raised on them! PS it’s the Salmon above that is expensive- these are $5.51

A whole lot about nothing at all really, just a bit of nuttery.

There comes a time, inner voice squawked, when she may just want to post something different.

Oh, really, do tell Self replied, what else is she capable of? It’s either poetry (and at times that’s debatable if it actually is) her penguins (which I believe are the parents) her work (zzzzzz) her kids (zzzzzz)  kids stories or some gibberish. Are you trying to tell me that she can actually come up with something different that will make people say Yay Mumsy/Rambly/Rambles…what ever they are calling her this week ~ ooer that’s a nice change?

Well inner voice said rather sheepishly, she does have a sense of humour, perhaps she could try and do something with it? She’s a bit of a worrier Self – if anyone knows that it should be you. I think she can bring it on.

Sense of humour, this should be good.  What the hell would she say that would have em rolling on the floor with laughter and keep their attention span for longer than 30 seconds?

Inner voice started to squirm,  I am sure she can, she just needs a little prompting, she’s a bit bored you know, waiting at home day after day, waiting for a phone call, so it could be tricky to bring it out in the open.

Well, if you can get it to happen kudos to you my friend, otherwise you have wasted not only my time but the poor buggers that are reading this already.

I wish you weren’t such a negative Self. Not everything that she does is serious or dark. Life has its funny moments and she can make people laugh, but I think she finds it tricky when just writing words and not face to face. She’s good at the face to face funny.

May I remind you this isn’t face to face, it’s her words, typed on her keyboard whilst she stares at her MAC which she gets angry at by the way, you know I saw her hit MAC monitor once, when he put that coloured spinning wheel up and she couldn’t do anything but wait. I can tell you we talked about it afterwards, he was not a happy  bunny. She’s not into waiting, not much patience at times.

Can you hear that music she’s playing through MAC now? Don’t think he’d be happy with it at all, kinda depressing isn’t it and she flicks from one song to another, it’s a wonder MAC can keep upright.

No, actually I quite like it, has a nice beat, anyway, you’re sidetracking my train of thought here. Wait!

What now?

A funny thing happened today though, she wrote a comment on a post to a Scottish lady she follows http://scottishmomus.wordpress.com and they were talking about tunes and she said she had an earworm of The Little Drummer Boy in head, and the Scottish lady replied….. Self stop screwing up your face it was funny.

Okay I’ll bite what was so funny about it?

Well, how on earth do you expect me to remember from this afternoon, hang on I’ll look into her post comments and find it.

For gawds sake I  can see where she gets her lack of patience from. Here it is look>>>>And now that tune is stuck in my head, pa-ru-pa-pa-pum. It’ s gonna stay right there, pa-ru-pa-pa-pum. That was unfair, pa-ru-pa-pa-pum, ru-pa-pa-pum…………… It better be gone in the morn, pa-ru-pa-pa-pum. I’ll get you back for this, pa-ru-pa-pa-pum. Just you wait and see, pa-ru-pa-pa-pum, ru-pa-pa-pum…….

Oh, bloody hell, this is an awful tune, pa-ru-pa-pa-pum. If this is what’s in you, pa-ru-pa-pa-pum, You must be going lulu, pa-ru-pa-pa-pum, ru-pa-pa-pum…….
My brain is fit to burst, pa-ru-pa-pa-pum, this is the worst, pa-ru-pa-pa-pum. I’m gonna be so pissed, pa-ru-pa-pa-pum, ru-pa-pa-pum………
Why, Jenny, why? x

See Self, admit it you smiled didn’t you? I saw it I saw a smile, so does that mean she is smiling too?

But THAT was Scottish lady being funny – not her!

You’re such a grumpy bugger Self.

Come on smile and she may too and that may kick start her funny stuff. There is something good out of our conversation you know?

Really , pray tell what is that?

We got to the end.

Gen Y let loose

Listen up all you fossils
yes I am listening too
hopefully you ain’t cooked
as you read the words you see
for this is totes awesome
the language of today
yes lol it is for kicks
the words I’m ’bout to say
I hope your’e not maggotted
then again this would make sense
for yolo you know and being
wigged out ain’t really cool
try not catch the zeds
as I ramble on with words
can I say wtf
along with chillax  ~ what say you?
the planking was lost months ago
now twerking’s really cool
lmao I’ll end this piece right now
so don’t be a tool
and get the lingo on your tongue
my friends are a different bread
and a dutch bag…erm ~ what~who?

©jmtacken 16/11/13

ech no other title just ech

I started writing some poetry – using different forms, this afternoon, but alas my brain was not wanting to go along for the ride, so the feeble attempt sits in my drafts folder.

I think I am slowly going out of my mind here with boredom – I know the signs, in fact you all probably know my signs by now, from past experiences.  I have been here before. When out of work, late last year, all was rosy in the first few weeks, though not physically going anywhere, it was like being on holiday.  I only wish my mind would  drift me onto a sandy beach with palm trees and a Mojito in hand, sadly it is not wanting too, nor are my finances.

It just held me captive staring at the computer for the longest time,  knowing that I could be writing something of substance, to while away the hours of my boredom, but in the end I couldn’t even manage that.

I looked up at the ceiling and silently screamed,  for it was a beautiful sunny afternoon and all I could muster was to mow the lawns (again). For the first time that I can remember I went and lay on the couch and I think I fell asleep for 20 minutes. That is not like me, I never have naps.

I woke, watched 3 episodes of Breaking Bad with Mr. S and have walked back into my study.  Sorry for the doom and gloomy contents of this post – just in a weird mood right now…but tomorrow is another day.

when the concrete cracks underfoot
my body sinks as does my mind
it vanishes in to the crevice from
the last day till the now and I
lose that in-between, the time
that spun now drags like hauling
heavy bags of clay
get to the end, so I can begin
get to the end, so I can start
get to the end, to stop myself
from slithering


Today is … um yes it's Tuesday.(well here anyway - some of you if you can look down - you'll see me waving)!

Being at home studying/writing for the course it's amazing how quickly you can fall into the .."I don't ever want to work again as long as I live mode".

I am there, reached it, but I know it isn't feasible sadly. I have a mortgage, bills that never cease (for some reason). Mum is old school can't you just quit and let Mr. S take care of you"? Well I could, if I wanted him to do that, but I have always been fiercly independent when it comes to money and what I feel is a necessary obligation.

Why should he be 'punished' for me wanting a life of relaxation and semi-luxury"?

This afternoon I am doing my 'mock funeral celebrant' interview.. am I excited - erm nope, scared shite - less. I think I would be more comfortable conducting this in front of strangers than 2 of my girl friends.

It took me almost 5 hours to write type out he questions I will ask, about 50 in total. It is quite involved to try and obtain enough about a person whom you have never met and to write a story about them. I have one hour before they arrive, one hour of pacing, of reading, of re-reading.

My next post will be a poem, I have no idea about what, I have no muse hitting my shoulder, I don't have a block, I just have no clue, but I need to write one.. well not need so much but want".

"OK fine if you insist, I shall - just don't say I didn't warn you".

omg my 570th post already – how the dickens did that happen 😉


Perhaps one could say I’m over tired or merely bored, but I thought I would put some Quotes up and then make comment.

Top 10 Moving On Quotes

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” — Dr. Seuss
"But it was SUCH a great movie - why…why did it have to end at all"?

“Get mad, then get over it.” — Colin Powell
"Right foot-stool do you see how angry I am, NOW watch these feet".

“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; Courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.” — Reinhold Niebuhr
"Yeah..yeah we know, don't drink, don't gamble, don't smoke, don't stalk, don't eat what's bad for you and I'll feel better about living".

“I gather strength from life’s storms.” — Jonathan Lockwood Huie
The electricity goes through me and I turn into a strong beacon".

“Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass… It’s about learning how to dance in the rain.” — Vivian Greene
"So you think it's okay to get this Versace gown wet then"?

“Look at life through the windshield, not the rear-view mirror” — Byrd Baggett
"Because everyone knows you don't want to see what you just ran over".

“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” — Maria Robinson
"I wonder how many athletes using drugs have said that"?

“Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” – Author Unknown
"No s… Einstein".

“Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” – Proverb
So I’m allowed a tinsy bit of cyanide”?

“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.” — Lao Tzu
"Hmm, I'm a writer, so I need to let go to see if I become a garbage collector"?

You can blame my boredom for these.

Sounds I’ve heard this afternoon

raincoat sound
under arms

keyboard sound
hit the letters

basketball sound
hit garage door

engine sound
noisy on road

bird sound
outside my window

tip tap
tip tap
dog paw sound
across the vinyl floor

hammer sound
hits on wood

cockies sound
flying overhead

Mumsy sound
bored beyond belief

kid sound
next door brothers domestic