How many times I have tried
Words that once flowed easily
I feel as if I stutter
But I struggle
It’s not the same as it was
Nothing in life has been
I have a different view
Words don’t escape
So for now let me stutter
I shall see if they unlock
It’s finding the key
The right one
The blueness of your eyes carries me
To the ocean
Where I float above the undercurrent
Your laughter
Takes me to the mountain tops
Without a fear of falling
Your strength
Supports me when I feel that I may fail
Your caress
Settles me when I’m afraid
We didn’t know before hand
How two lost souls could join as one
Of all the people whose paths
May never cross, ours did
Like the grasses that blow in the
direction of the wind
We were blades it seems
That always grew side by side
The old barn doors
in the distance heard
open
~ close
in unison
at the mercy of the
summer wind
that licks and grabs
She stands almost leafless
– cracked
bereft of feeling
her eyes don’t cry
broken stems
mushroom roofs
encircle her
and the air sings
in the distance
she will find herself
as the seasons
brush against her
standing in silence
as her last leaves fall
Copyright JMTacken 30.1.2015
come
take my hand
let’s delve inside the poets mind
travel highways, scale mountains
explore crevices of souls
perhaps you’ll be astounded
where the path may lead you
from another’s words
melancholy
they will find the deepest hole
darkness, doubt ~ no escape
blood, death, fear, pain
thunderbolts of agony
once their’s
now yours
happiness
you’ll read of sunlight
unbroken by the clouds
romance, they write
stars ~ moons
oceans ~ love
tenderly to make you swoon
and sadness, tears will swell
you will feel their broken heart
this is what they do
the constant
describing feelings
as to put you in their head, their lives
to make you experience
the intricacies of life
you’re the witness to their spirit
the timbres in their write
if you could live inside them
you would understand
they paint, no structure
game or plan
their words non negotiable
this is who they are
it is from their interior
the senses they display
the ethos ~ the power
where they plant the seed
to love or hate
or merely read
©jmtacken 27/3/2014
Photo Credit http://arteandreas.deviantart.com
heart and souls poured into it
that is pure co -mmit -ment
encouragement ~ support
be it long verse or short
the doors remain open
for our prose or poems
///the rules may have changed ( ///especially for Brian & Claudia)
but who are we to complain
all they ask is we write
read others THEN com-ment
not too much to ask?
such a simple task
yes this is a rhyme
as I’ve run out of time
Cheers to DVerse
and the people who lead
those with a love of po-e-try
a community ~ that is for sure
and we couldn’t
wouldn’t ask for more
ta daaaaaaaa!
Just a little bit of fun for the team at DVerse, http://dversepoets.com OLN, yes admittedly scribbled down within 2 minutes (Brilliant aren’t I?) 😉 Their doors remain open, we smile, so to Brian and Claudia and the whole team – from this Aussie wanna be poet – I thank you insert – ( take a bow). If you are into writing prose/poetry and haven’t checked them out – please do – they are a very supportive and encouraging group of friendly people.
be gone with ye
words that steal my slumber
as I lay my weary head
be gone with ye
images and visions
what you ask of me
be gone with ye
I cast you out
my mind needs to be a blank
consumed by you
overridden
I must say this or that
nonsense
be gone with ye
so I may rest
~
days, weeks pass
writing has been blocked
my muse has wandered off
words where for art thou?
I’m distraught
inspiration do not forsake me
return
I cannot sleep!!
~
….oh ye
are you there?
26/01/2014
This is shared with the wonderful folk at
dVerse Poetics ‘On the other hand’ – one of the examples given by Mary is
How about poetry? Are there two sides of that coin in your life? Is it both a blessing and a curse sometime?
A lighter side of the trauma us poets experience.
the first time I made love/erm
NO hell ~ not love
Sex~young/disjointed hmmm kisses ~ yes
you will love me afterwards???
~ who was I kidding
behind the shelter sheds/- a teenager
that’s all I’ll say/ I won’t reveal my age
the first time I hitchhiked ? dangerous~
NO WAY
girlfriend and I thumbs up to the sky
travelled far that day
Until a ‘coupla’ lads ~ deviated behind some trees
tried to/Well you know – we were just kids~
we escaped and ran away
the first time I left home?
Yes there was more than one time
I thought that I could make it on my own
bah-boom ~ only to return
the first time I drove a CAr ~ red it was
the colour hot & fast
I drove up to our hills not far from here
and just ~ well sat
the first time I was MArried – no it’s
only been the once ~ it lasted 19 years
gave me my girls~ made me a mum
the first time I gave birth/ ARGH!
you must be KIDDING me ~ give me an epidural
can’t you see the pain I’m in??
the first time I fell really in LOve
many many times-
Ech/ Lust or love hmm scratches
head – CRap too many rhymes
the first time I found my soul mate
yep Mr. S you know him by
my rock~ my everlasting
hmm his kisses in the night
the first time I sold a book/OK
so it’s not the paper kind
~ the SP type electronic
but it simply blew my mind
the first time I started ‘blogging’
I still HAte that word so much
scared of what would be said
now I’m **ADDIC-A-TED**
the first time I conducted a Service
for the bereaved family
/I knew I found my calling
my life mapped out for me
First times that I have had a broken heart – a blade twisting in my gut
First times of shedding tears over loving WAY too much
First times for knowing my life was going to change
First times of seeing my elderly parents – knowing nothing would be the same
Many many 1st times – some good & not this is for MLM’s Prompt simply about Firsts.
I am me
I am the rain torrents in winter
The summer drops upon the ground
I am the autumn leaves of colour
New blossoms in the spring
I am strong ~ the noise of thunder
I am darkness
I am light
I am impatient
Determined
I am strong willed at times
I am caring and forgiving
I do not suffer fools
Or those friendships that aren’t real
I am an artist
I am a mother
I am intuitive
I am open
I love to love
I hate to hate
I love
I cry
I laugh
I empathise
I am a drama queen
I’m a speaker and a listener
Land on my feet ~ most of the time
I am a writer and would be poet
I have an imaginary mind
I am an animal lover
I have an addictive nature
I am a traveller
I am me
the particles, the cells
the good, the bad
the pretty and the ugly
I love that I am living
I am young though I am not
I love holding hands and making love
I can make people laugh or cry
I love watching movies that make me weep
I love watching new born foals take their first new steps
I love to sip red wine and converse with my old friends
I love that I can help those that are in need
I love my daughters with every breath
I love with all my heart, my gorgeous mum and dad
I am who I am
I am plain and simply
ME
So who are you?
©jmtacken Dec 2013
Photo Credit: http://www.pinterest.com
the simple things mate (friend)
a girl or bloke (man) the name
the everyday conversations
I’m tippin’ (guessing) there not the same
so if you permit me, I shall try to now explain
“So how’z it goin’ “? ~ is a phrase us Aussies often use
nothing to do with transport just the question “How- are- you”?
without pomp & circumstance an easy language ‘cross our land
“Fair Dinkum mate” ?~ well that’s you gotta’ be kidding me?
yep, we like to abbreviate, but it’s an easy way to speak
we chop the letters off our words, and some may find this stupid
or even quite absurd!
but it’s juz our lingo don’ ya’ know?
we don’t speak like this all the time
imagine if I conducted a Service in true blue Aussie rhyme!
“Full as a Goog” ~ forget about eggs
it simply means you’ve stuffed yourself
with too much grog (alcohol) & food
“Every man and his dog” ~ simply means a crowd
our terminology~ so diversified, so raw
us the little Aussie battlers, yes I know you ask for more (smiles)
“She’ll be apples” (fine) another term we say
to tell a mate ~ yeah all is well, no need for stress or worry
& “Stone the flamin’ crows”~ well we’re aghast
at what we’ve seen or heard
you’ve heard “Chuck a prawn on the Barbie”
blimey mate it’s not a persons name but just a coupla’ words (smiles)
so yep we come from convicts (well most us it seems)
and some may think we’re too ‘Ocker’ (uneducated Aussie)
but WE live the Aussie dream
ech ~ for all the curiosities, with our wondrous Aussie slang
we’re down to earth and hospitable, in our Down Under Land
our language sprawls, has its own twinge
and “It’s a beaut (good) – could describe a house a BBQ or Ute (tray truck)
the little Aussie battlers not ones ever to complain
what we have is our way of talking, which to some it may sound lame
so if ever you should visit, come on down and look me up
and I’ll teach you the English language with a broad true Aussie smile
and I’ll teach you, so you understand ~ in true blue “Aussie” style
©jmtacken Dec 2013
The below is an Aussie Icon John Williamson – please listen to his song True Blue – now THIS is an Aussie voice through and through.
[youtube.com/watch?v=ceWKrsJX9N4]For Dverse and The Pub – A little bit of fun and fancy – though the rhythm is all over the shop (disjointed) on todays prompt – you can find here http://dversepoets.com
with a glass raised, DVerse I say goodbye
a wave to friends, from the year gone by
but we’ll meet again, converse, critique
share the poetry and stories of those
across the world ~ people that I’ve never
met, yes I shall greet you with a smile
I want to give my thanks, perhaps not in
poetry form, for encouragement and guidance
for kindness and support, for I am a fledging
thrown from the nest, of writing
non-fiction, not that adept with verse
SO I’m learning still, bare with me and my
lack of metaphors, for my wings still
flap against the wind as my poetry starts
to soar
I write for the love of it, as you all do I’m sure
my vocabulary perhaps at times lacking
though my style is still my own
~ AND do I wish to change the way I write
yes I must admit at times I do
my emotions and my feelings will not change
that part of me, I shall not lose
to those who have popped in to read me
I thank you from my heart
this fledging bird, with trainer wings
my poetry’s not art
but rather simply ~ simple words
that I draw from deep inside
like writers who I’ve met this year
their feelings they don’t hide
so be safe this holiday season
take a break and draw a breath
and I shall be here waiting
rested, pen at the ready
for you to challenge me
©jmtacken Dec 2013
(My 700th Post)
For OLN and the last one for the year over at The Pub http://dversepoets.com
Ramblings From A Mum 