Miss Penny D

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
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...
Ironbark...
Approx 755 x 275mm
$500 pp
2007 successful entry, one of 12 finalists, in the Kenilworth, Mayoral Art Prize/Comp, Sunshine Coast, Australia
Contemplation
Approx 395 x 395mm
$350 pp
The dreams and aspirations of the many types of people I've met along the path of my life...
Valley Folk...
Approx 620 x 250mm
$400 pp
The many and varied people that inhabit Fortitude Valley, Brisbane, Australia...
$400 pp
Fantasia
I watch as you approach me
with your long, wet, icy glass
You smile at me, eyes sparkling
and then you walk straight past
the one who could give to you
love, you may have never known
or experienced in your life before,
never even been shown
I would listen to your every word,
joining in your conversation,
showing you what I can be
with your warm invitation...
You could take me by the hand
and lead me to your bed
I would then undress you,
slowly lowering your head...
You would kiss my body all over,
starting with my head,
working your way lower
delving deeper,
I'll keep you fed...
Feasting on my want of you,
your look, your touch, your essence
All I want is all of you,
you, your very presence
You are all that I desire,
have longed for, for what seems ages
But like a book on "The life and Times"
I have to turn the pages...
I hope my longing, wanting of you
eventually comes to fruition,
as I could not bear to be without,
you, you'd become my very mission...
I wake now...
My eyes slowly open
I realise it's all a dream
My fantasy realised, maybe
but it's only my slumbered scheme
to have you any way I can,
I settle for what could be
and hope and long for the day
that you may actually see me...
By Ngaire Curtin
with your long, wet, icy glass
You smile at me, eyes sparkling
and then you walk straight past
the one who could give to you
love, you may have never known
or experienced in your life before,
never even been shown
I would listen to your every word,
joining in your conversation,
showing you what I can be
with your warm invitation...
You could take me by the hand
and lead me to your bed
I would then undress you,
slowly lowering your head...
You would kiss my body all over,
starting with my head,
working your way lower
delving deeper,
I'll keep you fed...
Feasting on my want of you,
your look, your touch, your essence
All I want is all of you,
you, your very presence
You are all that I desire,
have longed for, for what seems ages
But like a book on "The life and Times"
I have to turn the pages...
I hope my longing, wanting of you
eventually comes to fruition,
as I could not bear to be without,
you, you'd become my very mission...
I wake now...
My eyes slowly open
I realise it's all a dream
My fantasy realised, maybe
but it's only my slumbered scheme
to have you any way I can,
I settle for what could be
and hope and long for the day
that you may actually see me...
By Ngaire Curtin
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