Not Home Tonight
Tiaan not home tonight, Nici nowhere in sight,
Martin surviving his life, I am watching X factor
alone, Tiaan introduced me to the programme
last week; without his presence, I am by myself
I miss my son’s sardonic humour, his smile, his
long-suffering patience when his dad comes down
on him and his friends; his Stoic acceptance when
his acerbic, hostile Scorpion dad administers a
Sting to his knight-in-shining-armour image; Tiaan
filled with zeal to help those suffering, while his dad
wants him to set rules and self-interest above all else
- Tiaan so enthusiastic about life, concerned to
- earn the marks he deserves, to build a six-pack,
to take care of us, becoming a dedicated cook; oh
how I miss him – though I am so proud of his new
self-confidence visiting his friends…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Goodwill Permeating Everything…
Everything is lined up because Martin helped,
Tiaan’s “wildlife farm” and tourist attraction,
with a model in wood, Nici with a fossil in
plaster of Paris, without Martin I would have
paid someone to do the trick, I’m an academic
myself, today schools require engineers and
private entrepreneurs… I’m so happy, at least
I washed the floor while everyone had their
own kind of fun! Thanking Martin in verse is
all I can do for his wonderful job in taking care
of the kids, checking that Tiaan cleans his shoes –
and Nici’s also, seeing as she covered all his books,
the feeling of goodwill in the house is permeating
everything…
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2010/07/26 Auric Light
An invisible string to thread my small crystal
beads, even Tiaan helping because I cannot
see to do it myself, it would take me a hundred
years at least to complete one string
I wanted to make many strings to represent my
vision of auric light shining out, but after an epic
struggle I gave up and upended the beads in
crystal glasses to enjoy the pristine shine
Without destroying my eyes, Tiaan commenting
‘After suffering for many years to string beads, I
found the solution, dumping beads everywhere’
and I laughed, Nici only shaking her head
While busy with her bead-making craft - I also love
the effect of beads in sea-shells, resembling coarse
salt but with a new shine, no more threading for me
I cannot see, it felt too much like torture
My new system brings us miniature rainbows with-
out the heartache of threading invisible strings
with translucent beads!
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In A Safe Place (Revised)
Return to quiet, empty room glowers contagiously
filled it with flowers and laughed at Tiaan’s absurdly
outrageous satire; he says losing a patient to care
for becomes the greater shock, I regret mistakes
made giving guidance to help Carine to heal
Began reading ‘How To Be Motivated All The Time’
where Peter Daniels explains the importance of
setting long-term goals; at the moment I am numb,
cannot take in a subject like this, motivation gone,
I feel oh so tired
My one chance to make a difference in someone’s life
is ended and I cannot say whether my efforts aided
rehabilitation, I miss her presence bringing extra life
and sound, an ambiance that made vibrant
expectations shimmer
Though I know it is time for the patient to tackle
life on her own my heart cries that it is not right,
she is not ready yet, while my mind says she will
never be ready if she stays comfortably
in a safe place forever…
[ORIGINAL]
A sudden return to quiet, filled the empty room with
beautiful flowers, laughed at Tiaan’s absurd satires
losing someone to take care of comes as a shock
I regret all the mistakes I made in giving guidance
to help Carine to heal
Started to read How To Be Motivated All The Time
in which Peter Daniels explains the importance of
setting long-term goals, at the moment I am numb
cannot take in a subject like this, motivation gone
and I feel oh so tired
My one chance to make a difference in someone
else’s life is over, I cannot tell whether my attempt
was good enough, I miss the extra presence that
brought life and sound into the house, though it is
time for the patient
To tackle life on her own, my heart cries that it is
not right, she is not ready yet, while my mind says
she will never get ready if she stays in a safe place
forever…
“How To Be Motivated All The Time” by
Peter J Daniels - 1987 House of Tabor
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Collecting Memories
Want to cherish the laughter and joy of the
wonderful times spent with the kids taking
them to school, Tiaan reading Nicis essay
aloud with such funny comments, we were
in stitches, she claimed the king was on the
ceiling meaning he stood above his slaves
Tiaan claiming my aggressive driving causes
them to suffer epileptic attacks, that they are
emotionally scarred by the determined way I
stick to my guns when others try to cut us off
or appear right before me, happy banter and
mock sarcasm creating a warm atmosphere
I love the delighted laughter, magical moments
spent together, would like to record them in my
head to rejoice and relive whenever needed to
lighten dark times, saving the sunshine of warm
companionship for the lonely future, beautiful
memories to keep my dreams sweet
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Heart Of My People
Nici invited me to go walkabout and I collected a dry twig
just perfect to make a mobile, wild flowers and Japanese
vocabulary as she teaches me; affixed the twig - draped
with flowers - to a rail in the kitchen
Ate the dish prepared by Tiaan - perfectly succulent - and
Nici’s potato mix, life perfect when I can breathe, see and
hear the beauty of my kids, appreciate the new TV system
and rejoice about the tears I have shed about a text
Delineating Africa’s problems, breaking my heart before
setting me free knowing why we cannot progress when
those in charge refuse to comprehend why the heart of
my people won’t heal
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Embroider Visions
My heart as light as a feather, already
planning on sharing domestic moments
while visiting my dad, yes, it has been
decided, the kids will go with me
Nici shall drive the Jeep, Tiaan navigate,
I shall sleep, four hundred kilometres to
see mom and dad - tuck mom in, stroll
with dad on the farm, enjoy his garden
Listen to his music and favourite stories,
admire the big trucks that inspire him so
much, also look at mum's sewing, com-
miserate with aches and pains
Spending time together doing nothing
while the kids shall accompany my sis
on field trips, she loves entertaining -
what felicity, what bliss
I shall enjoy my dreams and embroider
visions till then!
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Far From Home
You two, father and son - went to look for
cars at auction, came back having bought
curtains for our son's bedroom, I was so
prejudiced - but you were right
Such great effect: grey, black and beige made
the yellow pelmet, remnant of a creative phase
when I spray-painted long ago; look beautiful,
his room has new appeal
Nici, my college daughter, doing research on
photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson whose
book ‘The Decisive Moment' shows photos
taken on the run, the title sounds
Like a horror movie, Nici says, I offer ideas which
are firmly rejected by the young demoiselle, she
knows her own mind - my nuclear family makes
life worthwhile, everybody giving advice
For a trip to Stonehenge in the Free State, a
Strategic Planning Session, Nici choosing
teddies to take along, Tiaan suggesting
books to read - while hubby lectures
On food that will be safe; I cherish my new
book, looking for a favourite pillow which
might help me to sleep when
I'm alone, far from home…
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How I Love (Revised)
The rain came with assuring displays of
Valkyrian thunder and lightning; at last
we can breathe again – showers have
cleansed the air and with an iniquitous
sun gone I can watch TV all day;
Tiaan stayed with a friend overnight, never
slept; sleeping now at midday. Nici said she
would like to adopt her friend’s adorable
boa constrictor, agreeably feed him mice,
I warned I would leave our home
A joyful discovery – I am flexible enough
to watch TV in the spiritual Lotus position
just like my book’s sweet protagonist;
watched Tales of Belle of Beauty and The
Beast; delighted – just how I would imagine
She must have spent her enchanted castle
days by herself with only servants under a
spell to take care of her – Nici so happy, her
friend is back, found her lost necklace
in the driveway
Texting us now with her Blackberry birthday
present from her room, at last we can plan a
proper celebration, she said with shining
eyes, condescending to share a restaurant
meal with her family –
Oh, I love my little world
with these wonderful kids…
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The Near-Accident 7.31.2008
Margaret Alice drove into a pole this morning,
didn’t realize the car was badly injured, then
as she tried to drive home, felt the full force
of the near-accident: The wheel alignment was
out, the right front wheel completely skew, the
car wouldn’t go, the car park attendant directed
to the wheel alignment garage where Manuel -
Manuel Lennon – checked the car –
It is busted madame, you have to drive it to another
garage, Margaret Alice hysterical – the kids are at
school, who will take care of them? – I cannot drive,
the car’s wheels are all skew, said Schalk Jordaan –
we’ll drive the car to the garage, Manuel in your
car, we’ll take you there; I called Caroline, she
went to fetch Nici and Tiaan, Celeste at the garage –
this will cost you madame; I smiled, yes it will,
But my kids are safe; here is Barbara and Lieb,
they’ll take me home; took the number and
details of Manuel and Schalk who drove my
broken car all the way to the garage, I was too
shaken and scared to drive my little lame duck;
they took care of me and my car, made sure I
had a lift before they left – how can I thank them?
They’ll never know how much they meant
To the lady with the broken car – but in this poem
I’ll let them know how much their help meant!
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Take Me Home
Take me home
please take me home
to the place where i was born
take me home, take me home
I dont want any friends
in my new home
cause id prefer to stay
there all alone
You told me
"i would like to be with you"
now youre gone
and everythings so strange and new
I love my friends
and you know i miss them so
i miss my friends children
and i miss watching them grow
Take me back to the place
where i was born
cause its the place where
i feel like beeing home
song performed by by X-Perience
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Take Me Home
Take me home
please take me home
to the place where i was born
take me home, take me home
I dont want any friends
in my new home
cause id prefer to stay
there all alone
You told me
"i would like to be with you"
now youre gone
and everythings so strange and new
I love my friends
and you know i miss them so
i miss my friends children
and i miss watching them grow
Take me back to the place
where i was born
cause its the place where
i feel like beeing home
song performed by by X-Perience
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I Miss The Rain
i miss the sun shining face in my life
it was disappear for long time
i miss the smile on your face before
i do have for who smile for me
i miss the kiss of sweet lips feelings
who loved me as much as i want
i miss the tears of eyes when i'm cried
and someone make me smile and naughty
i miss the rain when we are together
i miss the rain when we have dance
with u in nights when rain..
i miss the sky of clouds and thunder too
bcaz you embarrassed me soo..
i miss the touch your lovely fingers
i miss the touch of one big lover..
i feels it and i wants it..too..
but it is not possible in this way
only possible in haven and 7th heaven
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It All Started With Her
The day faltered to an ignominious end,
Internet connection lost, email off, cannot
look up anything, headache caused by my
feasting on chips - and a cheese griller - for
breakfast, super recipe for culinary disaster
Felt so oppressed by the ubiquitous black I
wear everywhere; pulled out my ice-blue top
to be an Ice Princess again, start the dream
with the mirror playing along - light just right
in the afternoon to show a smiling stranger
With whom I can enact shows on my own -
yet I could try to be a good mother and wife
ask everybody about their lives, but getting
chased by Nici from her room with hubby
engaged in earnest technology research
I ensconced myself in the warm glow of the
kitchen - Tiaan entered and commented on
being allergic to egg, I inadvertently said all
allergic people should be shot, starting with
me, he enacted the scene, shooting all down
Commenting - when people enquired about
the shooting - he would point to my corpse
and say, ‘It All Started With Her…'
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Watching My Feet…
Keep changing my clothes in desperate attempt
to feel different, Seth says physical world changes
constantly, the only thing I see changing is layer
of dust covering my figurines, encircled by blue
material which covered our Christmas gift:
Large round metal container for bottles of wine,
we don't need it, maybe the kids will use it; I saw
a chandelier in the shop where it's sold - which I
would much rather have, but we are stuck with the
metal bucket, maybe grandkids can play in it
If I shall have some, given both kids vehemently
expostulates against idea of having descendants,
what with the present state of the weather, I
can't blame them - they still wonder why I wanted
to have them, I fondly reply because
I was lonely, needed support from someone totally
on my side, of that I'm completely assured - Tiaan
leading me as if I were a hundred, Nici telling me
what to wear, sighing when I go wrong - to return
to the beginning: I keep changing my attire
In order to feel the desire Abraham-Hicks says should
be mine, to feel the control that Seth says we all have,
but whatever I'm wearing, within fifteen minutes I must
change again - changing flip-flops helps - brown to
purple and pink - changing the look of my feet
Though it is bad for my neck to look down all the time
watching my feet…
[Sunday 2 December 2012]
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Always Suffering
Let's take a walk
Just you and me
And talk of days gone by
Across the fields
Under the trees
Let's speak of you and I
While the whole world
Was wandering
We walked a steady line
When all our friends
Were wavering
We kept on trying
Now we're always suffering
Already lost
Always suffering
Already lost
Remember when
On summer days
I would sing a lovers son
How you would smile
Shower me with praise
And the sun shined on
Now the rain is falling slow
And the nights grow long
And the train
Cries out so hauntingly
She is gone
Now we're always suffering
Already lost
We're always suffering
Already lost
Please take these flowers
Smell the perfume
Let your soul come alive
Let there be hope
Hope in your heart
That our love may revive
For life is but a chance
On a wind swept hill
And the seeds of love
Are swirling above
Let them be still
But we're always suffering
We're already lost
Always suffering
Already lost
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I Miss
I miss
I miss the way you say my name
I miss your smile
I miss the way you make me feel
I miss you
I miss the sparkle in your eyes
I miss the love you had for me
I miss having your shoulder to cry on
I miss your arms around me
I miss the way you make me smile
I miss the way you hug me
I miss the way we always met
I miss everything about you
I miss your warmth
I miss the love raidiating from you
I miss the softness of your lips
I miss you
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Homesick At Space Camp
Landing on a runway in Chicago
and I'm grounding all my dreams of ever really seeing California
because I know what's in between
is something sensual in such non-conventional ways
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
Tonight I'm writing you a million miles away.
Tonight is all about "We miss you."
And I can't forget your style or your cynicism
somehow it was like you were the first to listen to everything we said
My smile's an open wound without you
And my hands are tied to pages inked to bring you back.
Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
Tonight I'm writing you a million miles away.
Tonight is all about "We miss you."
These friends are, new friends are golden.
song performed by by Fall Out Boy
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A Frog Named Jo
It must be nice, being a frog on the side of the road.
At least you are more appealing than a toad.
You sit in the grass that matches your jade scales
It seems as though flies fly to you, compelled
To be your delicacy, to be eaten.
And the flies appear gladly beaten.
And all seems in this natural scene
So peaceful and so serene,
And in our cruel world, that is what we see,
‘How Happy ore' others some can be'
But the point that we miss in all of this beauty,
Is that the world is not just for ‘me'
I may have my hard times, and so will you
But somewhere else in the world, someone is suffering too.
Now, as we leave this simple frog to its seeming life of bliss,
We don't ever look back, for it is not something to miss.
This frog had no connection to you
So why should you care what next it will do?
From this place, the frog could be snatched up by a bat
It will feed the bat family, and that will be that.
For some object of little acknowledgement from you
Is now something permanently lost from view.
But that frog could have had a family of its own;
A life, friends, a job, a home.
It seems foolish to think of these characteristics of a frog on the street,
But is it just as foolish as thinking of the people you meet?
All day long, many lives collide,
But we make sure to stand to the side.
In life, we never know what will come next,
All we can do is give every moment our best.
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Miss Me but let me go
When I finally come to the end of my road
T|he stars set for me
I want no gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
My soul was burdened.
And my life was my prison.
Miss me a little, but not for long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that once we shared
This was somethinG I had to do.
I needed to be free.
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take each must go alone.
I had to end my pain.
So my life I did now take.
A step on the road to home where at last life dont nother me.
Sing no sad songs for me.
Laugh at all the things we used to do
Miss me, but let me go
|so when im gone miss me yes.
Cry for me no.
I am free now at last my soul is at peace.
So miss me but let me go
This was not written by me but it sums up a lot in my life
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I Miss You!
i miss you,
i miss your smile,
i miss you,
i miss how me you'd go the extra mile,
i miss you,
i miss your sense of humor,
i miss you,
i miss your smile,
i miss you,
how you would be so nice,
i miss you,
i miss you my sis,
i miss you,
and i repay you with this
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