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Release the poet within
When inspiration hits, write it down, you never know what will eventuate. Here are a few of my little flashes of inspiration. I hope you enjoy them.
All of the following were written by yours truly (that's Beth Boorer for the talent scout). I encourage you to have a look at the offerings by my very talented friends and family on the page "Poetry in Motion" tHROWaWAY sOCIEtY The world is bleeding, still people are feeding, constantly breeding, depleting supply. We live with no answer; we grow like a cancer; we’re the constant enhancer for we’re sure we can’t die. Use it, abuse it, throw it away. There’s nothing back then that we can’t have today. We’re the face of the future, we’ll show you the way. There’s no reason to think that we can’t have it all; we’re young and we’re smart and we’re so on the ball. So who gives a shit about the earth and it’s woes, we live for the moment and that’s how it goes. Self In the Quest to become interesting (i.e. find yourself….self-awareness) You run the risk of becoming self-interested and therefore (conversely and perversely).....boring. Ironic isn’t it. For my good friend Allan Wilson who sadly passed away too soon. The big man has left us and what remains in his place Are memories and photos of his sweet smiling face. For me it's discussions on the meaning of life, A fall in the pond when the man took his wife. Drinking ned up a tree on the beach late at night, Or dressed as a gangster, boy, what a sight! A night filled with music, bush poets and wine, Times spent with Al were always good times. The memories keep coming as we share them today. Yes the big man has left us, But in our hearts he will stay. tick tock tick tock time passes by I’m so frantic to use it but I don’t know how it’s slipping away I can almost see it I feel urgent I want to act what can I do I’m trapped in inaction like a rabbit in the spotlight so I sit frozen listening tick tock tick tock time passes by I know there is something I should be doing but what I want to scream I want the answer to magically appear before my eyes but I sit frozen tick tock tick tock time passes by and still I sit
Moongirl (Written for Jess who couldn’t define the restlessness she felt when the moon was full) She seeks the light. Not the warm glow but the silvery wisp. Like gossamer wings in a spider's web she is drawn. It shimmers, fragile in the night, yet strong. The pull of the moon draws her. A great, silvery disc. Soft yet powerful. How many moods? From a sliver of ice it grows. As it wells she feels the pull. It grows within her. An itch at first, it becomes stronger. She has no control. Only the constant feeling of magnetism, being drawn...pulled. To what she knows not. The time of fullness arrives, she is also full. She searches. A lioness on the prowl. Stalking, searching, waiting. A yearning growing. All consuming. Stronger it grows. It tingles until at last… Sweet relief The waning. Calm again. The moon, now satisfied, slowly retreats. Calm, mellow, tranquil. The winking eye, seen only by her, is all that remains. A secret. Shared by both. Anticipation, quiet, mellow. Fulfillment, pleasure, ecstasy. Quiet knowledge. The cycle begins. Dimboola Christmas Christmas has arrived again an we all get together for lunch & punch & counting on the weather being fine with no rain, it’s as hot as can be, we all drink the punch and nan’s getting merry They’re all here today…. The rellos we don’t see. It’s a once a year gathering, there’s even Aunt Bee. She dribbles a bit and mutters to herself. Next to her is Aunt Flo, still on the shelf. My brother arrives from big city living, there’s lots of excitement from the gifts he’ll be giving. There’s gold & silver and presents for all. They’re all so extravagant, we’re having a ball. But don’t mention his wife or his kids (he has 3), ‘cause this year he’s shacked up with his assistant you see. Nan is a flutter, so much to prepare, she’s got food on her dress, her nose & her hair. She wants it to be perfect, the family from heaven. There’s all my aunts children...fathers they’ve had seven. My husband’s in shock, it’s the first time that he’s seen, my whole crazy family and Uncle Arthur has been giving the scotch a big tickle and it sure won’t be long before he finds his voice and breaks into song. There are nieces and nephews running around, they’ve got no idea that at the moment they’re sound. Give them some time, a kid, two or three and they certainly will fit into this mad family. Well, dinner is over and we’re all feeling stuffed, I’m certain dear hubby has had more than enough. So off we go now with a good luck and good cheer, thank goodness this happens only once in the year. Dancing A ballerina on pointed toe spinning and twirling as she goes round and round the circular path this vision makes me laugh a fairy bobbing and weaving she’s here, she’s there, she’s everywhere round and round without a care this vision is deceiving this vision you see is me in and out of insanity tasting the waters, just a sip being careful not to slip to fall into the well that’s neverending to find myself never again ascending but sometimes it’s all too much for me to stay in the world of reality so just like Alice through the glass occasionally I choose to pass I'll join with others on fancy’s flight and visit a place seen mostly at night through the eyes of a sleeper I pass the gatekeeper venturing deeper and deeper one of these days I’ll decide to stay I’ll disappear without a trace from this thing called the human race too weary to run this race that can’t be won I’ll close my eyes no sad goodbyes no more ties that’s it I’m gone I’m done. Career Girl No time to write, grab a quick bite, catch the afternoon flight, back the next night. Fall into bed, want to rest my head, gotta work instead, I’m half past dead and well and truly past caring. Work like a dog to live high on the hog, take a morning jog, sleep like a log. Errands to run, deals to be done, accounts to be won, I’m under the gun. This life I live is wearing. It’s a game, it’s a shame. I’m making a name. I’m staking a claim. I’ve no-one to blame. I’m going insane. I’ve run out of puff, don’t have the right stuff, the going’s too tough, enough is enough!No more will I strive. The peace, it’s amazing. On a beach I am lazing My eyes they are glazing At last I’ve arrived. No hustle no bustle, the leaves they rustle, relax the muscles, forget the tussle. Sun, sand, surf and sea. This is the life that was meant for me. I have survived. Open my eyes...there's work to be done. 21st Century Living Let’s renovate and lose weight a high powered job and the perfect family life spend your weekends playing house find yourself in the country spend quality time with loved ones but don’t neglect yourself have an interesting hobby preferably one that makes you money be a hero, save the world, go in to bat but keep the big picture in mind over achieve, succeed, breed perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect life balance the balls, don’t lose sight rush rush rush rush rush rush rush bang! gone pieces everywhere floating serenity?......insanity?... cohesion new balance new self start again
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