Joy of Spring – Acrostic Poem

November is the month of the glorious Jacaranda.

Wishing you all a great  week filled with love and happiness!

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  • Joyful is the song in
    Aussie land
    Cantata in D major
    Across the landscape
    Radiant purple
    Adorns the
    New vision of the world
    Days of bliss and harmony ahead
    As we reach out to each other with love and respect

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A Funny Bunny Poem

Spring starts in Australia on 1 September, so here’s a poem for Spring when bunnies enjoy life the most.

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Funny Bunny
Loves li’l Mrs Bunny
Fat and tall is he
Slim and small is she
What a pair!
Fair is fair
Fairer she than he

Yet cuteness does not matter
Even though he’s fatter
Every day they frolic
In their paradise bucolic
Sniffing flowers
One by one
Nibbling clover
Tumbling over
Oh those sweet embraces
Over and over

Love’s all that and more
Let’s make love, not war!

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Why must it be so?

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Pretty garden spider
Like the jungle tiger
The same old tale
On a smaller scale

Why must it be so?
Wherever you go
Every creature’s feature
Hunter or hunted in Nature

Blood and gore
For ever more
From the start
Until death do us part

Why must it be so?
Couldn’t humans show
Some brilliant ingenuity
And do away with this iniquity?

For everyone milk and honey
Every being as meek as a bunny
Wouldn’t that be nice?
Just as in Paradise

I can hear your icy sneers
Like hailstorm in my ears:
That is life, that’s the go
You should know it must be so!

Yet, despite the cursèd doom
Let us cast away the gloom
May the gentle, caring dove
Spread the word of peace and love!

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In Memoriam


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In Memoriam


Friendship forged in childhood
In our wartime homeland
Although divided by the oceans
Death cannot destroy

In our wartime homeland
Two little girls met
Sharing their joys, fears and pain

Although divided by the oceans
Their two hearts remained true
Sharing more albeit by mail or phone

Death cannot destroy
Our countless stories
Rest in peace, my friend.

P.S. She was my best friend. I wrote this poem on the day of her funeral, Tuesday 27 December 2011. She loved violets, so I offered her Australian native violets.

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If you See a Bombie, do not Touch it!

Lao women have forged a close friendship performing a dangerous task to free their country of lethal vestiges of war.

Here’s a poem I wrote after watching Foreign Correspondent on 15 July 2014.

“If you see a bombie, do not touch it!”

They are small, only the size of a tennis ball
Millions scattered over the green country
Their deadly touch lying in wait

“If you see a bombie, do not touch it!”
Sing the little children, innocent souls, not even
Born when the bombs rained down on their parents

Every eight minutes, for nine years
While bloody battles raged in Vietnam
Now, decades later, still killing and maiming

“If you see a bombie, do not touch it!”
Teachers teach while mothers clear the land
Equipped with probes and vital instructions

How to detonate the cluster bombs
Shed on Laos every eight minutes
For nine years during the brutal war

Only the size of a tennis ball, but deadly
Difficult to see, pretending to be a rock
After four decades of rain and dust

Twenty thousand people killed or maimed
Since the deadly rains had ceased
As if the end of war was not

“If you see a bombie, do not touch it!”
But they mightn’t see the deadly trap!
Like the blind and handless farmer

Now walking through his village
Clinging to his loving wife
This new life trying to accept

There’s no anger in his heart
Such are Lao people, and the culprit
Says: “Let’s increase our annual funding.”

Twelve million dollars to be precise
Ten million more than all the years before
“If you see a bombie, do not touch it!”

Sing the little Lao children
While their brave and able mothers
Go on clearing the infested land


Cluster bomblets have been nicknamed “bombies” by the locals.
The United States dropped more than 260 million cluster bomblets on Laos during the Vietnam War.

Lao women leading effort to clear millions of
unexploded bombs left over from Vietnam War

Foreign Correspondent 15 July 2014 By Sally Sara

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