Miss Penny D
Sunday 4 December 2011
Sunday 27 November 2011
Sunday 13 November 2011
Wild Thing
Wildflower, is what she is to me
A beautiful thing, growing strong and eternally free...
The seed that is her,
her very beginning,
with sunlight and libation she pierces the earth...
Breathing in the first light,
her petals will unfold
In the sun, the warmth, they delight
Such a splendid sight,
the growth that is her
Though difficult to read,
warm, kind is her nature...
She will, but briefly, be here
and like us all, she will pass
Yet, I hope she stays with me,
forever in my heart...
As a memory, I shall cherish her,
she shall not fade from my view...
In me, I hope, she can see some beauty, for I possess it too...
I will not limit her stay here, by adding her to my bouquet
A thing so beautiful should not be stolen
Admired, adored, yes,
only with her permission, beholden
The energy that is her, deserves to go on,
to roam this earth, this place,
on us all she has shone
I thank her for being,
she has afforded me sight,
I see more than what was,
I now see the light...
She is what I had needed,
for such a long time...
The years that dragged on in existence,
they were not mine
So, destiny stepped in, changing my life and my time,
so that I'm here, I would meet her,
our lives would entwine
I would be inspired by her words and actions,
they are similar to mine...
She is a wildflower,
most beautiful of all
Well, I think so anyway,
in love with her I shall fall...
Forever, I shall want and admire her,
even when her petals, with time, they wither
I shall rejoice in my knowing her
I shall not forget her beauty...
The essence that is her,
it has encouraged my heart to stir
Because of her being, again I am thinking, creating, expressing,
I am being...
Thank you, Wild Thing...
For me, you are life's treasure...
By Ngaire Curtin
A beautiful thing, growing strong and eternally free...
The seed that is her,
her very beginning,
with sunlight and libation she pierces the earth...
Breathing in the first light,
her petals will unfold
In the sun, the warmth, they delight
Such a splendid sight,
the growth that is her
Though difficult to read,
warm, kind is her nature...
She will, but briefly, be here
and like us all, she will pass
Yet, I hope she stays with me,
forever in my heart...
As a memory, I shall cherish her,
she shall not fade from my view...
In me, I hope, she can see some beauty, for I possess it too...
I will not limit her stay here, by adding her to my bouquet
A thing so beautiful should not be stolen
Admired, adored, yes,
only with her permission, beholden
The energy that is her, deserves to go on,
to roam this earth, this place,
on us all she has shone
I thank her for being,
she has afforded me sight,
I see more than what was,
I now see the light...
She is what I had needed,
for such a long time...
The years that dragged on in existence,
they were not mine
So, destiny stepped in, changing my life and my time,
so that I'm here, I would meet her,
our lives would entwine
I would be inspired by her words and actions,
they are similar to mine...
She is a wildflower,
most beautiful of all
Well, I think so anyway,
in love with her I shall fall...
Forever, I shall want and admire her,
even when her petals, with time, they wither
I shall rejoice in my knowing her
I shall not forget her beauty...
The essence that is her,
it has encouraged my heart to stir
Because of her being, again I am thinking, creating, expressing,
I am being...
Thank you, Wild Thing...
For me, you are life's treasure...
By Ngaire Curtin
Poem For My Love...
When I least expect it, my love comes
She enters my heart, my head and hopefully, my arms...
I will hold her tight, keeping her warm...safe
Letting her fly when she needs to...
No restraints
I know she loves me and I'm in her heart
and although I feel the distance between us,
they are only miles and are easily travelled...
I shall travel far for her...
No road is too long or distance too far...
She is my love...
She, is my love, my breath, my air, my day
So, this is what love is...
Precious...Devine...with a hint of pain
Delicious, all the same...
By Ngaire Curtin
She enters my heart, my head and hopefully, my arms...
I will hold her tight, keeping her warm...safe
Letting her fly when she needs to...
No restraints
I know she loves me and I'm in her heart
and although I feel the distance between us,
they are only miles and are easily travelled...
I shall travel far for her...
No road is too long or distance too far...
She is my love...
She, is my love, my breath, my air, my day
So, this is what love is...
Precious...Devine...with a hint of pain
Delicious, all the same...
By Ngaire Curtin
The Black Boy
The name given to this plant native to Australia...
The Black Boy is one of the first plants to grow after a fire has swept through scrub-land, etc.
Approx 495 x 345mm
$400 pp
My Community
The support there is to be found in a community of like minded people...
Approx 345 x 345mm
$350pp
Pretty Much Fucked!
About being stabbed in the back by those you thought you could trust...
Approx 300 x 300mm
$300pp
Saturday 12 November 2011
Exacerbation No. 3
Approx 355 x 355mm
$350 pp
My third and right sided MS attack.
How the steroid treatment for the attack made me feel and the metallic taste I experienced.
This third attack also saw me resemble a stroke patient...
I longed for my body to quickly recover from the attack and was assisted by the steroid treatment...
America Fucked Me Too...
NFS
How american men have contributed to moulding women, especially migrant women, in to subservient life,
at the prospect of a better quality of living in a country that is meant to be free...
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