Stick 204 - Pass me the Soap

Pass me the Soap

my hands need to be washed
they need to be soaped
they need to be rinsed
and dried with new hope

the water, I believe,
should be luke warm and soft
to wash away the bitter cold
to contain the scalding bush fires of old

the soap, I believe
should be colourful and light blue like healing glue
to bless me with forgiveness
to wash away my many sins

Stick 203 - Old Man Hand

Old man hold my hand...

I found you by the sea
I found you staring out to where nobody could be
I found you safe and sound
I saw the wrinkles on your weathered hand
as you held onto the wooden railing
in the bush above the sand land

I wondered how you were
I wondered what you remembered most
I wondered who was waiting at home
I saw a tear begin to form
as it lay in wait in the pond of your eye
and connected with the life in nature's eternal bush

I realised you knew I was there
I realised you really didn't mind
I realised you shared with me your now time
I saw the tear smear into the here
as it became the part of your being old
as it became the part of me being here with you sharing a story untold

Stick 202 - Vanilla Candle

Vanilla Candle

High in the highest Loft
in the wooden house
in the hold-me-tight forest

Hidden in the shed at the back
shining bright in discovery delight
in the fold-me-in forest

Hunkering down in the kitchen cupboard
above the warm soapy water basin
in the soothe-my-soul forest

Healingly glowing vanilla candle
dappling the inside rooms
in possible signs of forgiveness times

Stick 201 - Red Frogs

REd FROgs GaLORe

Imagine that every time
we feel that wholesome fulfilment feeling
in a life worth living
that a tiny little red frog hopped by

Imagine that every time 
we meet a new giving and sharing friend
in a life of possible people coming and going
that a tiny little red frog smiled

Imagine that every time
we stop to drink in the sky and stir a cup of rain sugar drops
in a life where thunderstorms dance with lightning bolts
that a little red frog jumped for joy

Imagine that every time
we truly just be carefree
in a life filled with busyness and bumble bees
that a litte red frog salutes and enjoyes just being free

Stick 200 - Dedication Untitled

Dedication Untitled

These sticks
beckoning
in their positive desire
to be found
to be part
of the reasons of rhyme

These sticks
proudly
understated humble in their commitment
to become
to be part
of human soul-state rhymes

These sticks
gifted in magic literary abandonement
artistic and ready
to shape
to soothe pain amongst
dedications yet untitled yet destined by design

Stick 199 - Sticks and Stones

Sticks and Stones...

Sticks and Stones may build my bones
as I venture into natures own
no hunger, hurt or hatred can co-exist
where I lean on sticks
where I step on stones

Many years may pass in my short life
as I venture on and off natures path
no angst, anger or apprehension can co-exist
when I lean on sticks
when I step on stones

Many nights of dreaming may float past
as in moments of truth I reconfigure my soul's nature clearing
no dispair, depression or dark nature caves can co-exist
while I invite others to share sticks
while I invite others to share as we pick up stones

Stick 198 - Evening Star

Evening Star

as you start the night
so blazingly beautifully bright
your ultimate aim
to reach human strain
venus is your given name

as you curiously peer around
so bubbly and boisterous in your flirtatious delight
your understanding
beyond the human realm
venus so clear in your female frame

as you wait for me tonight
so welcoming, warm and wonderfully wild
your certain knowing
beyond human years
venus my inspiration and antidote for all fears