Category Archives: COLOUR ME IN

Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.

― Hermann Hesse, Gertrude

1 hair speakingparrotss00russ_0354

Ten Grey hairs and a silver one

I discovered my first grey hair
when I was Seventeen years old
It had to do with breaking up my first relationship

I discovered my second grey hair
when I was Twenty years old
It had to do with the quarrels at home

I discovered my third grey hair
when I was Twenty-one years old
It had to do with searching for work

I discovered my fourth grey hair
when I was Twenty-three years old
It had to do with losing my job

I discovered my fifth grey hair
when I was Twenty-five years old
It had to do with giving up my unborn child

I discovered my sixth grey hair
When I was Twenty-eight years old
It had to do with opening my pub

I discovered my seventh grey hair
When I was thirty years old
It had to do with giving birth to my daughter

I discovered my eighth grey hair
When I was thirty –two years old
It had to do with the first day at the kinder garden school

I discovered my ninth grey hair
When I was thirty-four years old
It had to do with  finding out that some thing was missing

I discovered my tenth grey hair
When I was thirty-five years old
It had to do with the fights between my sisters and mum

My one Silver hair I discovered lately
Has to do with you
Because I miss you so hard …

Pascale Ost

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ten-grey-hairs-and-a-silver-one/

Advertisements

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face. John Donne.

070

FRUIT IN SEASON 3: IN AUTUMN I TAKE UP MY KNIFE

The view from the kitchen sink takes in the garden,
the fence, the tall trees in the valley, the children shouting
and crying, the feijoa tree, shedding its fruit,
like large green tears, or bullets big as a human heart.
Each swipe of the dish-sponge is anger or regret,
choices have consequences, consequences constrict
to the tightness of skin on a fruit, this feijoa
I slice into, savagely, and stop. Pineapple-scented.
The soft, fragrant jelly within.

© 2009, Miriam Wei Wei Lo

Cross in a crowd and the crocodile won’t eat you. (Malagasy)

http://www.giga-usa.com/quotes/topics/proverbs_t118.htm

DSCF1121

A sannyasin will have a certain fragrance, a certain style, a certain way which is subtle; it may not be very apparent to the eyes, but it can be detected. I would like you to be known as separate from the crowds, not by your clothes not by anything outer, but just by your very being — your silence, your peace, your love, your eyes. Every gesture of you should declare that you are a sannyasin.

OSHO.

 

foto – parramatta road sydney camperdown way

The beginning of wisdom is silence. The second step is listening.

http://www.quotesandsayings.com/quotes/beginning/

DSCF5920

Give freedom to the bards ! They are children of a bygone time. Their voices shall be heard on high, when ours have fallen to the ground.

A birthday book : in Gaelic and English : selected from "Ossian"

 

foto – listening to heart tribe at bello markets june 2010

He has but sorry food that feeds upon the faults of others.

"English proverbs and proverbial phrases"

KIDZ HOLS3 066

Cha deinee rieau yn soogh y shang.


"The greedy will never feel for the hungry."

http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/fim/fim13.htm

FOTO-THE MOB’S DINNER AT BILAMBIL

The man of worth is really great, without being proud.

Chinese Novels: Translated from the Originals; to which are Added Proverbs …"

bill and sheila once upon a mattress

As the scream of the eagle is heard when she has passed over; so a man’s name remains after his death.

R.I.P. ACTOR BILL. DROWNED PALM BEACH QLD. 2009.

Inside every older person is a younger person wondering what happened. Jennifer Yane

P1010004

I used to hang out by the food table at PARTIES because you don’t have to talk to anybody. If you do then you can talk about the food. Jennifer Jason Leigh.

FOTO – BIRTHDAY PARTY AT KINGSCLIFF CREEK

A dead elephant cannot be covered by a lotus leaf. THAI.

brisbane 012

Extract from the Song Cycle of the Moon Bone

The Evening Star goes down across the camp, among the white gum trees …

Far away, in these places near Milingimbi

Goes down among the Ngurulwulu people, towards the camp and the gum trees,

At the place of the Crocodiles, and of the Evening Star, away towards Milingimbi …

The Evening Star is going down, the Lotus Flower is on its stalk …

Going down among all those western clans …

It brushes the heads of the uncircumcised people …

Sinking down in the sky, that Evening Star, the Lotus …

Shining down on the foreheads of all those Sandfly people …

It sinks there into the place of the white gum trees, at Milingimbi.

Sung by the Wonguri-Mandjigai people, translated by Ronald M. Bernd

http://archives.univ-lyon2.fr/112/1/10_a_Australian_Poems_toward_Reconciliation.pdf

FOTO – BRISBANE BOTANICAL GARDENS. LOTUS GARDEN 2007

A sweet cake in a rag. (Indian.) [Said of a rich person who is shabbily dressed, or an intelligent child in a stupid family.

regencyvshoops1860s

Nothing is thought rare
Which is not new, and follow’d; yet we know
That what was worn some twenty years ago
Comes into grace again.

Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher,
Prologue to the Noble Gentleman (l. 4)

No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning. Cyril Connolly.

morris street 006

I can remember walking as a child. It was not customary to say you were fatigued. It was customary to complete the goal of the expedition.
Katherine Hepburn

FOTO – MORRIS STREET PADDINGTON BRISBANE 2007

“We’ve heard that beyond the next mountain where men have never gone before there is an even yet wider valley and more abundant water."

AUSSIE DAY EVE 019

MTC CRONIN

SEVEN MYSTERIOUS SONGS VI
AUTHORSHIP

Mountains, valleys, rivers merge
The land hides itself
in landscape
The day’s form buried in my eye
like a grandmother in her coffin

FOTO – BILAMBIL VALLEY 2009

All worn and wasted by the storms, All gapped and fractured by the storms, All split and splintered by the storms. HENRY KENDALL.

NOV HOLS FINAL 047

Roads are wet where’er one wendeth,
And with rain the thistle bendeth,
And the brook cries like a child!
Not a rainbow shines to cheer us;
Ah! the sun comes never near us,
And the heavens look dark and wile.

Mary Howitt, The Wet Summer, from the German

FOTO – KALANG 2008

When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid. Audre Lorde

TERRANORA 013

Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.  Beatrix Potter.

FOTO – FROM BILAMBIL NEAR TERRANORA RESORT LOOKING SOUTH

A light heart lives long. Irish Proverb.

PB160005

The hero is the one who kindles a great light in the world, who sets up blazing torches in the dark streets of life for men to see by.  The saint is the man who walks through the dark paths of the world, himself a light. Felix Adler

FOTO – BILAMBIL COTTAGE 2007