In The Light

Heartbeat slowing, starlight glowing,

wind is warm and night-time blowing.

Eyes are closing, starlight dozing,

senses filled, night-time supposing.


Dark and dusty, moonlight gusty,

sleeping on the sunrise rusty.

Waking dreamy, moonlight beamy,

singing with the sunrise gleamy.


Weak and weary, twilight dreary,

drifting in the morning bleary.

Worn and sleepy, twilight creepy,

floating through the morning weepy.


Dream it’s taking, sunlight waking,

rising in the daylight breaking.

Strayed and winding, sunlight finding,

lost within the daylight blinding.

Be With Me

Carry me, carry me,

make haste and carry me,

over the green hills free.


Marry me, marry me,

come on and marry me,

down by the deep blue sea.


In a boat, in a boat,

we shall live in a boat,

with the waves, just you ‘n’ me.


Care for me, care for me,

be strong and care for me,

the same I’ll do  all my days.


Pray with me, pray with me,

raise hands .and pray with me,

God Most High we will praise.


Love with me, love with me,

let your heart love with me,

we’ll both set the sky a-blaze.

What I live With

Radioulna Synostosis

When I was growing up I didn’t  think of myself as being any different to other children until I went to intermediate. It didn’t make a difference to the things that I did at school and nobody noticed (as they still don’t) that I have to do some things a little awkwardly. At college I dare not tell anybody that I was different as I would have been picked on for it.

It wasn’t until I started work and left home that I realised how difficult life was going to be with my arms that way they are.

So what is Radiounla Synostosis? It was first described in 1793 and since then there have been just over 400 cases reported. 60% of people with Radioulna Synostosis have both arms affected. The radius and ulna are the two bones in the lower arm (yes you have 2 bones there). In my arms these two bones are joined near my elbows. My elbows  work properly. If you put your elbows by your side and your lower arms out in front of you, you can rotate your arms so that your palms are either facing up or down. Both my arms and hands are locked in a vertical position like you use when you shake someone’s hand. 

This makes a lot of things difficult or impossible for me to do and because I am constantly having to compensate for my lack of movement my arms and hands are sore most of the time.

I can’t go through drive-throughs at take-away fast food restaurants as I can’t hold my hands out properly.

Riding a bike for more than a few minutes can hurt my arms, a bike with proper suspension would probably help although I have never had the chance or money to try one.

When people give me things like coins I can’t take hold of them properly.

It hurts me to wash and wipe certain parts of my body (I will leave that to your imagination).

Just lately at some shops I have been handed the EFTPOS terminal which is once again awkward.

I also feel really awkward when I hug someone, that being said – more hugs would be nice.

Things that would help include: A Tupperware can-opener (this is the only brand that I have used that doesn’t hurt my hands to use), regular hand and arm massages, a car that is easier to drive and doesn’t require as much maintenance.

I don’t take any medication for this or anything else which is great.

Additional: In the last 2 years I have had various bone growths that don’t restrict movement but are visible on my hands, shoulders and head. I have no idea why this is happening or if it is some other condition ending in “osis” that I have – and yes it does worry me.

Finding Love

Love is still the answer,

so with both hands we take.

It’s not just an illusion,

it’s the Rock that cannot break.


Though we dream it nightly,

it’s the thing we cannot make,

Sometimes we see it slipping,

let’s hold on for heaven’s sake.


Oh the things that happen

when we dream and think at night.

Then by day we banish them,

to fight another fight.


There’s a loving kind of loving love,

but she might never see.

A burning kind of burning love,

that burns inside of me.


Two foolish hearts may beat as one,

upon the raging foamy brine.

Too foolish hearts unite one day,

Oh let it be this heart of mine.


So let this heart be loving God,

no matter what the scene.

Don’t let them tear asunder,

what you made so pure and clean.

A short note from my little room as the rain begins to rain

It rained, it rained,

I wrote my note.

A lump appears,

within my throat.

My girl she sits,

so far away.

Lifes pieces hurt,

yet she must stay.


No stranger I,

from broken lives.

So many gone,

my spirit strives.

Just set me free,

I’ll wander far.

My girl and I,

on yonder star.


It’s bright, it’s bright,

the sun it shone.

Within my heart,

and never gone.

Forever her,

and I will be.

Within our hearts

eternally.

Blaze the highway

I want to blaze the highway,

with your heart that burns so bright.

To fill the sky with fury,

of our love that will ignite.


We rise and rise together,

from the dead and darkest night.

I’ll see your every facet,

with my eyes so full of sight.


Now we live forever,

fly into the blinding light.

Above the clouds and sky now,

and beyond the highest height.


The demons, powers and angels,

though they pull with all their might.

We can’t be separated,

our souls bound by God so tight.


I shall rest with you eternal,

peace amazing, naught of plight.

His example strong and glowing,

purest love and purest white.

Death is gone

Death won’t come from suicide,

from quiet stream or raging tide.

Twisted metal, deadly snakes,

can’t take the soul that death forsakes.

 

From darkened prayer and darker sleep,

death in my bones it will not seep.

So many years of trial and pain,

yet all my strength renewed again.

 

Death the stranger that I seek,

from year to year and week to week.

My Lord commanded him “away,”

“go take some other soul today.”

 

Death is gone, the Kingdom’s far,

I watch then drift to heavens star.

So fortunate that they can see,

death in your glory – run from me. 

Could I Be Your Angel?

Gliding on the early morning,
resting on the sun.
I’m sending out God’s love and joy,
to each and every one.

I saw your beauty shining bright,
like none I’ve seen before.
Through time and tide, the whole world wide,
just one without a flaw.

Warming my wings on desert sands,
then playing with a cloud.
I’ll write your name upon my heart,
and call it right out loud.

All His sweet children through the years,
I’ve loved them all so dear.
He made just one most perfect one,
to hold my heart so near.

Before His throne on bended knees,
could I her Angel be?
Would He entrust this maiden fair,
to one humble as me.

New Digs

Whether hammock ‘neath the swaying palms,
seaside shack or lean-to.
I’m packing my kit and moving on,
to find somewhere I mean to.
—-
I’d pick an old hut deep in the wood,
where most would fear to tread.
Or a cave cut long or treehouse high,
somewhere to lay my head.
—-
Whether cabin in the northern pines
or igloo in the snow.
If the bed is soft and rent is cheap,
then I will surely go.
—-
From tropical heat to the frozen north,
or dunes of the Sahara.
I’ll search for digs most anywhere, even
Kenya’s Masai Mara.
—-
I’ll weed the garden and milk the cow,
I’ll do most any chore.
Work hard ’till I’m starved of love and food,
to help settle my score.
 —-
(Yes I am looking for a new place to stay and thought I would write a poem about it)

The Daydream

Clouds float today above the hay,

God’s handiwork so high above.

What skillful art could mend this heart,

or fill each beat with tender love.


Sweet natures bed to lay my head,

to draw each breath upon your chest.

What springtime joy could tame this boy,

and find this weary soul a rest.


Birds in their dance and perfect stance,

to give me peace and rest me slow.

Your beauty ought to still each thought,

ignite my spirit, watch me glow.

House Trained

I was going through my socks the other day and found a pair of my running socks that I hadn’t worn for a while. I put one on and was thinking how comfortable it was when I noticed a small hole starting in the toe. “I wonder why I haven’t worn these for so long” I thought to myself.

Oh that’s why. I also remembered that I had another sock that needed sewing so I darned the socks and fixed a dolls dress for a charity shop that had a tare in it. 

Fixed

Well who ever said guys can’t sew and be house trained? Now I have another pain of running socks to wear to add to the list of socks that I have had to fix recently. This has saved me lots of money. Wish I could thank my mum for teaching me to sew.

Where To Go Now?

To Heaven or Hell to pick a fight.

To dance with the Devil in the pale moonlight.

To follow the red-haired Angels flight.

To tear the sea and land asunder.

To rain from Heaven – fire and thunder.

To live with the pirates, pillage, plunder.

Time and again the thankless task.

To choose a wife with furies flask.

So where to now I dare to ask?

Just a fun poem. Which one would you choose and why (accepting that for women it would be choose a husband).

Rhyming Poetry