mojo had a lisp
she stumbled along alone
tongue stuck to her lip

erinmore flake tin
full of wonderful smells
good enough to eat

dutchmans pipe sprinkles
married many a couple
plastic and human

meat and crepe on string
for hawks to take way up high
my sweet mothers kite

so many hair styles
on the barbie dolls blond maine
ends in a crew cut

more and more bangles
jewels of plastic and metal
riding up her arm

a bucket of sand
delivered in the night time
two girls tired eyes

it was the streamers
on that very first tricycle
that tickles her heart

love the messy bed
inviting wild colourful dreams
aligning my life

holding the goodies
of future generations
i sat cross legged

tidy little smile
an economical face
of a childs portrait

dreamboarding today
storeroom clear and neatly stacked
for the coming year

in one bright corner
mother and child have laboured
glowing for mankind

the trumpet of life
owning certain hearts tonight
at the mid night mass

gentle mellow glow
like a million fireflies
eclipsing the moon

i imagine you
the black and white bikini
in my motherscape

at this time of year
my mothers presence is close
prodding me along

on an urgent task
the raindrop speeds from above
surpassing thunder

give her all my love
no something more tangible
give her a love bite

if i were a bird
id breakfast on cicadas
coz i like the buz

walking by a pond
i dream of bbq smells
at ancient fires

door groaning to close
i step onto sunshine
and glistening pavements

walking by the sea
the froth of all emotions
swirl around my feet

on those gray dull days
hard stark shadows disappear
settling inside me

the taste sensations
exploding childhood memories
mangoes full of life

sunday morning feast
like orange bursts of sunshine
dried mango from home

knitted together
a knot of insects chomping
on a lime green leaf

three faces grinning
makes me cranky and happy
honesty arise

the sun was my friend
in childhood days of action
robust direct heat

now in middle age
its the subtle tender beams
of the moon so shy

ill wait by the door
for the yellow gold light rays
to open my heart

through meditations
i wander a bright thoughtscape
of shy fading shapes

born in the build up
and she is still on the rise
a katherine girls life

pulling back the skin
revealing the soft mem'ries
mangoes of childhood

laying down the tools
sleepy virus steals three days
time for 'nother nap

should it stop raining
i would find trust in my heart
on glimmering light

in through my window
a song of generations
delivering spring

sparkling transition
additional motherhood
with the words in law

the brood is growing
welcoming hearts reach for her
bridging the distance

she's wearing a ring
his heart pounds as he mans up
her name sings rachelle

diamond ring glitters
tied safe to the pups collar
proposal secured

everything you see
floating curious upon
becomes inspiring

whimsical wind blows
dancing away my worries
of imperfection

northward they drove on
people waiting patiently
till the time stood still

i want the leaves back
and the ants to show their tracks
of springtime wanders

little bird sings loud
chorus of hundreds join in
flushing out the sun

her babies first breath
in all dimensions of lifes
permeating thoughts

hes all man i said
wondering about his sounds
baby newly born

soaking up the sun
the sparks of childhood arise
contained so neatly

in the gallery
display with huge booming voice
whispers to my heart

anniversary
drawing closer every day
time to make a change

words so discriptive
of the gut freakin fun time
mental clinic blues

a gypsy dancing
tip toeing lightly on space
is the cool spring airs

life of miracles
power of positive faith
hope powered by love

clouds blow in confused
unwanted dry season guests
leave stage embarrassed

holding so much care
in those sweet blue almond eyes
for all that exists

honeyfied and loved
underneath a bright blue sky
moon and sun do glow

winter solstice passed
the blue fairy wren walks by
dressed in vivid blue

dads secret weapon
a handful of barley
i yield to the taste

pulsing though my life
in such a whimsical way
my kindy friends name

eyes stinging sharply
my physicality strong
the world is colder

crunchy morning walk
crow flies by with shakey call
were just traveling though

crisp splash on cool morn
naked to the rising sun
creation in awe

sneaky sand grains tease
brush & shake they still persist
sleeping bag dramas

camp oven secrets
teasing aromas waft out
is it ready yet

rapids pulsing wet
sun glinting off eyes blinded
river dances by

coals of wonder glow
holding secrets not yet dreamed
drawing us all in

sweet swag of the night
camping under the crystal
stars shooting on by

river rushing by
kids giggles bring sweet delight
splash from the tree swing

years end rolls over
new beginnings new folders
fresh start flows on in

roundness of the moon
my mothers voice still echoes
on my pillowcase

a peaceful sound scape
i hear the sound of dads snore
through the open door

hair stuck to my neck
sucking thirsty on my lip
sweet blue metal bath

the river flows on
far from my current country
still i ride in streams

a self willed woman
finding her way in the world
single file footprints

a woman alone
making all the decisions
empty toilet roll

visitor so cold
coaching me with right questions
my fathers wisdom

blank page of new thoughts
guitar plucks out lifes rhythm
washing over clean

alone or lonely
pulse commits to living on
connection beyond

pan pipes pondering
levels of conciousness breached
exploring edges

heart to heart we speak
words or song sounds vibrating
love truth pulsing through

dusty white chrystals
covering cars and grasses
hanging on so tight

thanatologist
soothing passing and rising
harpist plays his song

two girls book looking
reading hearts alphabet book
at the days ending

on a mouldy day
the flanelette nightie
feels like a ball gown

complete with ugg boots
and the bright star dvd
tucked up on the couch

sobbing feels natural
on the stage of my lifemare
where no light can shine

those red itchy mounds
of my eczema running wild
tapping athletes foot

displayed on the blog
weapons of mass destruction
model with a smoke

sneezing & snotting
red eyed weary headed kids
hayfever season

the seasons first day
a fleeting hope and dreamings
for a snowy morn

smokey dusty nights
the orange glow slinks away
fire flies arise

missing the bird calls
still smelling sweet straw like grass
heavy with the dew

expanding circles
the ripples so engrossing
in autumns puddle

dark clouds gathering
but my light is brightest now
pushing through hope beams

lifting my chin up
with invisible fingers
the moon meets my eyes

thumpity thump thump
fingers songs and hearts keep time
lifes force beats onward

zip zip cicada
banana leaves clapping time
green growth symphony

bends of sadness scream
riding the rollercoaster
then up to the joyful heights

lifes ride not alone
compassion and empathy
words living our lives

real poetry feels
nothing said just laid out sweet
hearts filling pages

through burnt amber leaves
i frolicked and meandered
in autumn dreamings

good night dear one
my writing now exhausted
refueling my dreams

drawing a boundary
husbandry happens by chance
i cant swallow it

your dark eyes shone
surpassing the fire light
burning every cell

wrapped in living faith
protected deepest doubting
validating me

lifting moodiness
an unexpected singer
explaining the heart

under warm blankets
you read your story softly
no lines between us

the beat of your heart
pounding through a cotton shirt
on my tear stained cheek

turning the corner
glimpsing winter flying by
bone stripping coldness

soft eyed look of hope
down the bony skeleton street
of trees stripped naked

a beautiful song
continues to circulate
in the beating heart

releasing all leaves
sustaining the energy
for new life to come

luscious lips pouting
a great hair catching practice
of the race day babe

those katherine races
many a heart won and lost
reckless racing end

friends laughter peels loud
asked is my lipstick still on
from one who wears none

suits hats feathers frocks
and they're off flying colours
diesel damps the track

play the balance trick
hearing a world of crickets
passing nastiness

you are so precious
eyeballs going 'round & 'round
battling and sharing

turning circles wild
menieres attack over
two orbs for eyeballs

low level clouds float
dividing earth & blue skies
heavens foundations

diamonds on lay-by
the impermanence of youth
glitter in the smile

week of colour hung
optimism expressed loud
ironing fears conquered

grey day bewilders
seasonal confusion here
coolness & car lights

ideas of the two
forever joined in paper
facing our country

a moment in time
cocooned between the pages
the body of soul

on a dusty shelf
sits a haiku book by them
two women authors

long grass bends down low
gratefully kissing the ground
dry season arrives

snap shots of our souls
caressing the white paper
desiring the print

nap testing nerves high
little children stressing out
carefree days shattered

wide smile n giggle
colours of autumn arrive
brings life to my desk

validating dreams
poems shining with lifes text
between two covers

thoughts shared & grown real
creativity set free
blossoming to life

i dream in duo
opening the front cover
of our haiku book

trucks rattle on by
forever industrius
growing our new world

grey caressing hills
lays low over dry valley
first smoke of the year

fishing in the sky
colour dancing on long strings
captures our minds eye

dusty nostrils flare
the bush fires wispy smoke
skin dry and itchy

racing the shadows
of an autumn afternoon
accepting greyness

season of poets
words like leaves colour falling
kisses from the sky

the poetic fall
of the graceful autumn leaf
raising completion

battered by the wind
accepting the cutting cold
that last autumn leaf

swirling gorgeous leaves
making everything slow down
am i one or all

under rose damask
arbours safely reclining
warm feminine quilt

from my mothers dream
i took my shape and colour
gently to the light

taking for granted
the moving tones of autumn
shameful falling sigh

the dance of autumn
auburn yellow lime and pink
swirling round my feet

post interview talk
clever words gentle outcome
strangely affirming

green knitting needles
cramping fingers creating
new smiles for the world

if you can not see
it's very special to me
yarn bombing set free

a thickened dry scab
covering my creations
forming under skin

the age of beauty
hearts & smile lines show the truth
not measured in years

flowers from afar
forming a smile a mile wide
my heart sings with joy

adorable grin
taking notes in my heartbeat
for use in my dream

wrinklies turn crinkly
generations taking shape
from hidden lessons

fluidly expressed
sharing with us her art & soul
privilege is all ours

transcend their limits
to find my own perfect self
alone with my Godde

comfort zone surpassed
blank sheet of a2 paper
calling shaking hand

walking home today
cleaning out my lungs
refreshing raindrops

dreamy vibrato
i never thought possible
singing sitting songs

parent teacher night
are we all doing our job
partners in moulding

loan fluffy cloud floats
owning deep blue horizon
cream kept for later

weighty hope and love
she engaged with my spirit
from the outside in

in my hands so warm
like holding my naked heart
honoring the clay

painting my portrait
i see transparency now
art reveals the truth

ahh the weekends here
let go tension & relax
be like a lizard

holding their coffee
on the way to the office
like it is their Godde

boundaries extended
you have used transparency
in your self portrait

fidgety feeling
little creativity
journey to wholeness

pink and gold glitter
anticipation rising
where to place my treat

toy cars all lined up
little men control the world
some things never change

burning tired eyes
my body trying to heal
vaccination site

a red hot circle
vaccination of piglets
injecting more life

inspiring me more
the holiday behind her
poems come easily

impressing me so
a nun and a clown collide
sparkling merrijig

dig up the problem
sift out the gems from the dirt
hold them to the sun

post holiday blues
easily cured, realised it's
laughter withdrawal !

pink fluff strands of joy
leaving hearts on the footpath
clinging to hand rails

excuses not heard
push down internal nonsense
to live for so much

what's between the lines
a little too perceptive
not all should be shared

living in the sky
shining stars spread out below
joys of the tenth floor

oh worrisome world
clouds blow in & rain falls down
still the sun rises

week of comedy
laughter shared with kids & friends
new smile lines grew here

suitcase of worries
now at home in the skip bin
time for a hair cut

sounding like horses
tobacco tins tied to feet
we ran with the herd

my new linen shirt
feeling like a swaddled babe
at home in my skin

slippery stool I slid
sounding like a belly flop
smack down on my back

a cute goat of soap
braved the darkness of the plane
softly cupping hands

my grandmothers face
glowing in remembrance
little purly shells

off to giggle fest
lip gloss takes priority
bulging suitcase sides

evenings street light
will never match the wholeness
of the rising moon

intently she played
in the miniature doll house
dreaming of her girl

sounding like horses
tobacco tins tied to feet
we ran with the herd

glitter trails so fine
traipsing around the garden
on easter morning

more and more bangles
jewels of plastic and metal
riding up her arm

on the veranda
attempts to swallow raw egg
relieving boredom

the school holidays
time for inventive gaming
tongue stuck to freezer

mouth ulcer party
new meaning to a faceache
dancing dots of pain

pick myself up now
looking forward to next trick
the show must go on

hospitality
greatfull folks of offerings
palms facing upwards

people come and go
like warm wind caressing skin
like a memory

my hometown water
soft silky liquid of life
more than quenching thirst

flying overhead
I hear her thinking hello
catch you for dinner

garlands and flowers
positioned around my home
making of a dream

garlands of poems
mighty words of love and peace
adorning my room

yearning here tonight
exploring the word garland
fingers molding shapes

little boy not well
4am the stomach groans
toilet worshipper

she nests her poems
with her mobile phone as one
capturing her words

re-tightening hearts
oh the pleasure so divine
softening daily life

many months go by
families together now
hearts re-united

advocating sigh
her babies togetherness
my concern released

wispy white clouds drift
building up on each other
rising to let forth

crispy mornings tease
promising a cooler time
build-up afternoons

a new softness heard
in the voice of a mother
through tiers of loving

his eyes changed colour
the subtleness of loving
embossing the heart

large raindrop clinging
anchoring the palm leaf tips
sweetest waters shine

bloody telephone
ruling where once was calmness
ringing round my brain

family gathers
celebrating years gone by
both old & young sing

taking tender hurts
into my heart for storage
dissolving in prayer

yarn bombing makes sense
reminding folks of days gone
gentle tactile life

dizzy spells are rife
the menieres episode
reflecting my life

third day of autumn
rummaging for the doona
disturbing a web

her boyfriend now dumped
hows things with you kim good thanks
while scanning the crowd

someone watching me
drawn to look out my window
shining silver friend

i cant help smiling
neighborhood peeper arrives
lunar cycles high

oh this restlessness
rising underneath my skin
lifes creative force

3am waking
clock becomes my focus
through tightly shut eyes

fertile home of dreams
living layers flung aside
my bed my retreat

body language speaks
like loud hailers announcing
who has got the job

she did her duty
the hospital century
her sons eye sees wide

after her absence
i wait for glimpses of time
in her other world

her poets body
back on deck strolling through words
a record of life

wilderness of heart
can it be tamed or set free
neither seem likely

"you are back" they say
i am not so sure on that
at least bodily

quiet day retreat
my conscious mind wilderness
unconscious mind home

catholic service
joining us throughout the world
anchoring ashes

flouncing pretty girl
ribbon glimpsed through bouncing curls
her steps full of life

oh those early days
milk and cream came in tins
lifes ingredients

toweling his hair dry
so masculine those movements
absorbing the rain

fluently flowing
childhoods visual pictures
memories of home

swollen river swirls
striking fear into mothers
anxious beating hearts

dark blue cottontails
saved many a girls bottom
fiery slippery dip

roasting men working
molten tar for many days
sign and bloke both red

continual scratching
interacting with nature
i notice the tick

monsoonal grey sky
intensifies the lifestyle
growing on my wall

sandals and long socks
like alien beings fair
germans blow through town

tourists pass us by
drying knickers on their cars
top end days no shame

mainstreet of katherine
landcruisers are competing
on size of bull bars

strong black tea brewing
the tang filling my nostrils
ants carry their load

river rats long gone
heady days meatworker lives
stories morphed to myth

recklessly waiting
hoping for resolution
the story of life

walking home from work
raindrops speckling my glasses
gently misting night

the white car goes by
full of decisive driving
parish priest visits

stifling heat returns
clouds scatter to horizons
surely not the end

artistic frenzy
i failed to notice the change
into autumn leaves

baby boomers laugh
all dancing in the one spot
new respect for knees

partying so hard
baby boomers watch the clock
stuggling to midnight

lifting leaves and sticks
willy willy circle spins
careless resting space

tentacles of green
winding cheeky through the trees
sneaky weeds abound

opening my door
i still feel his presence here
soft as silver light

grieving for my thoughts
busyness has cast aside
i reach for my pen

visitor arrives
the sight is so uplifting
my full silver moon

the clouds stacking up
humidity on the rise
let forth the release

stacking up the clouds
higher & higher they go
rumbling with promise

stacking up the clouds
round shapes of mighty power
blessing with coolness

bathing after work
slouching off the politics
worries down the drain

my morning shower
softening my entrance to day
dreamy soft edges

japanesse tourists
every scene includes a face
even in a bud

poetry on hold
the mind seems to be closed down
an oyster dreaming

generation x
struggle to understand me
im talking too slow

sons face of despair
the angst of teenagers life
helping the parents

my beds crumpled sheets
telling the morning stories
of my resting heart

from the words inside
my short homily is borne
for my loving Godde

prostrate surgery
between my legs he said
i felt two footballs

tennis balls in socks
finally she understands
how the vessels age

disrespectful lips
framing that insolent mouth
of the life filled child

that insolent hair
now firmly under control
i can settle down

windy summer breeze
cool and warm at the same time
dreams of days gone by

haughty expression
of freckled finger tipped babe
made me laugh out loud

stomach churning round
time to just let go again
trust the universe

one hot afternoon
curled up on the fire escape
salty tears set free

starry night alone
out shone all paris masters
exploding my world

stormy summer clouds
humidity teasing out
that last tiny curl

wizened fruit hanging
clinging to the hope inside
of the forming seed