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Lilacs for Lucy

 

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Lilacs for Lucy

 

 

Lilacs for Lucy

Blooming so delicately

Nanna didn’t want flowers

Who wants flowers

When you can have a whole tree?

 

A bouquet may be lovely

But as soon as its cut – it’s dying

A tree is the opposite

Growing, breathing

Part of creation, thriving

 

So it’s Lilacs for Lucy

It’s a tree for my Nanna

A tree for your Mum

A tree for your Friend

A tree for your Great Grandmother

 

When I think of Nanna

I picture a garden home

Messy, rambling, beautiful

Where veggies are planted next to flowers

And where wild nasturtiums roam

 

Green through and through

From her thumbs to her toes

Like a Hobbit from Derbyshire

It seemed to me

Things grow wherever Nanna goes

 

Walking in her garden I hear a canary whistle

Then break into trilling song

I hear the soft shuffle of quails

And the flutter of finches

Chirping and dancing along

 

I see Nanna sitting by a fire

Lost in knit and pearl

Her needles click clacking away

She’s making warm woollen socks

For some lucky little girl

 

Other times I see her wearing black rimmed glasses

Engrossed in a riveting tale

A cup of tea poured

But then forgotten

Growing cold on the table

 

Will I see Nanna again?

Sitting peaceful by her fire once more?

Yes, I know I will

But in the meantime I have my memories

And the stories passed down from days of yore

 

(Ok, so maybe I exaggerate

They’re not exactly days of Yore

More like days of yesteryear.

No? Still insulting? Ok, sorry. I’ll be more specific:

The days of Mom, Uncle Tom, Uncle Mike and Uncle George

😉  )

 

I remember being fascinated by Nanna’s teapots

She collected so many over the decades

She set them out amongst a myriad other memorabilia

Those dusty shelves crowded

In a wrong, but somehow so right, random, bohemian display

 

I remember brown boxes of Cadbury Chocolate

Factory cast offs Nanna had bought

I remember those jars of colourful Boiled Sweets

Those packets of English Toffees

And those bags of Liquorice All Sorts

 

It was Nanna who introduced me to the art of shopping

She took me to “vintage” stores galore

While Nanna searched for second hand trinkets

I discovered clothes and shoes and hats

Eclectic styles from years past, to mix and match, and explore

 

I close my eyes and hear Nanna’s soft English accent

It coloured every word she would say

Her kind and mild way of speaking

“Dook” she would call me

In that unique Derbyshire way

 

I remember constantly asking Nanna: “How old are you?”

And to my consternation and grief

She’d always reply with a twinkle:

“I’m as old as my tongue

And a little bit older than my teeth”

 

But there were times that Nanna was not so gentle

Like when she had pruning shears in hand

I remember her ruthlessly attacking

A defenceless bush in our front yard

Hacking away until only a stump was left to stand

 

Then there was the way she played scrabble

How competitive she would get!

Like she’d swallowed a dictionary

She’d thrash you soundly on triple word scores

And then off she’d go to bed

 

I remember Mom once laughed relating

About the time Nanna had a hankering to buy some Llamas

“You have a big back yard Jean” she said “there’s plenty of room”

I don’t know why Mom said no, it really could’ve been a thing

Lucy and Jean – Kingston’s suburban Llama farmers

 

Then there was the time Nanna got her ears pierced

Long dangly hooked earrings and all!

I remember being so impressed

Whoever had such a Nanna?

It was just way too cool!

 

There are so many memories:

Nanna’s false teeth grossing me out, sitting in a glass

How she called Mick “Mickey” on the first day they met

Her gentle smile, her hair when it was black

Nanna teaching me how to play draughts

 

But mostly it’s a feeling I remember

No matter where I’d roam

No matter where I’d go

Nanna was the place

The place that meant home

 

Memories are a gift

Something no one can take away

They grow richer in the face of sorrow

They grow more precious

They become history that defeats the grave

 

I am grateful that I have these memories

Though right now my eyes tear and mist

I miss Nanna

And I’ll miss her for a while

For now, my Nanna’s gone to rest

 

But I know one day soon Nanna will awake

On that day she’ll be vibrant and strong

She’ll once again plant beautiful, messy, rambling gardens

She’ll get to be that Llama farmer

And she’ll listen as her Canary sings a happy welcoming song

 

I picture Nanna showing her great great great grandchildren

How to play draughts, how to prune a tree

How to knit socks, how not to suck at scrabble

And relating tales and stories

Of how life in the old world used to be

 

Yes, Lilacs for Lucy

Lilacs blooming so delicately

A hardy tree with a beautiful flower

That will grow and thrive

And live to eternity

 

 

Rach

25 July 2015

 

 

– See you again soon Nanna, with all my love, Rach

John 5:28,29 –  Revelation:21:4 – John 11:11-44

 

 

 


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I Don’t Have a Penny

 

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I don’t have a penny

I don’t have a dime

I don’t have a great big house

The marble floored kind

 

 

I don’t own designer labels

I don’t have anything Chanel

I don’t own a pair of Louboutin’s

Although I’m sure they’d rock my world

 

 

I don’t drive a brand new car

I don’t drive a Merc

In fact I don’t drive a car at all

Unless it’s already had a lot of work

 

 

I don’t take expensive vacations

I don’t stay in five star hotels

I don’t travel very often

Although I’d love to see the whole world

 

 

I didn’t go to Uni

I didn’t get a P. H. D.

I didn’t aim for lots of money

Or to be secure financially

 

 

I don’t want fame

I don’t want prestige

I don’t want a spotlight

I’m very content wearing beige

 

 

I don’t need approval

I don’t need applause

I don’t need recognition

To hold and stay true to my cause

 

 

 

For I have something solid

I have something real

I have something that’s forever

That no one can destroy or steal

 

 

I own a rare Treasure

I own a priceless Pearl

I own a wealth of Talents

Worth more than the whole entire world

 

 

I know a shining truth

I know the thoughts of God

I know the news that must be spread

And so with that my feet are shod

 

 

This world is an awful mess

This world is on fire

This world is ruled by a betrayer

A killer, and a liar

 

 

He offers shiny things

He offers things that appear to be fun

He offers things soon to perish

Things that fade, disappear and run

 

 

You can see his mind in the air

You can see the propaganda

You can see the all-pervasive filth

The fake, and the slander

 

 

This world is a testimony to his rule

This world has nothing of lasting gain

This world offers naught but heartache

Hard-heartedness and pain

 

 

But I know something important

I know the truth

I know this world will soon disappear

There’s a mountain of proof

 

 

 

Soon all the pain will be gone

And all hurts will be healed

All people will live as one

With all their dearest desires filled

 

 

The earth will be transformed

The earth will recover

The earth will be populated

With people that truly love one another

 

 

Meantime we must endure

We must find a way

We must keep seeking

Keep striving, to listen and obey

 

 

There is a secure anchor

There is a trusted guide

There is a guaranteed promise

He will always provide

 

 

Jehovah is my confidence

Jehovah is my friend

Jehovah is my shining hope

My towering refuge to the end

 

 

Now is the time to focus on the Kingdom’s work

Time to keep a simple eye

Now is the time to support our friends

As shoulder to shoulder we strive

 

 

We are proud to be his Witnesses

We are proud to sing his praise

We are proud to bear his name

As we proclaim his loving ways

 

 

This is his work

This is his creation

This is his will

To gather together people from every nation

 

 

So as we endure

As we obey

As we do the work

We must not listen to anything the world has to say

 

 

We listen to Jehovah

Listen to his faithful slave

Listen to his words

His words light the way

 

 

So we do our part

We do our best

We do our utmost

Always trusting that Jehovah will do the rest

 

 

 

Just wait

You will see

Just test him out

Jehovah will provide super-abundantly

 

 

You don’t need a penny

You don’t need a dime

You don’t need to worry

Jehovah will never, ever, leave you behind!

 

 

Rach

2014

 

 

 

“Keep on, then, seeking first the Kingdom and his Righteousness,

and all these other things will be added to you.”

– Matthew 6:33

 

 

“May people know that you,

whose name is Jehovah,

You alone are the Most High

over all the earth.”

– Psalm 83:18

 

 

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http://www.jw.org/en/bible-teachings/questions/meaning-of-life/

 

 

 

“Live simply that others might simply live.” – Elizabeth Ann Seton

 

 

“It’s not that successful people are givers; it is that givers are successful people.” – Patti Thor

 

 

“A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history”. – Mahatma Gandhi

 

 

“Real joy comes not from ease or riches or from the praise of men, but from doing something worthwhile.” – Wilfred Grenfell

 

 

“Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.” – Joseph Addison

 

 

“Love the earth and sun and animals,

Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,

Stand up for the stupid and crazy,

Devote your income and labor to others.

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.”

– Walt Whitman

 

 

 

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“We ought to change the legend on our money from “In God We Trust” to “In Money We Trust.” Because, as a nation, we’ve got far more faith in money these days than we do in God.”

Arthur Hoppe, 1963

 

 

“Adornment is never anything except a reflection of the heart.”  – Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel

 

 

“Ordinary riches can be stolen; real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.” – Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man under Socialism, 1891

 

 

“Waste your money and you’re only out of money, but waste your time and you’ve lost a part of your life.” – Michael Leboeuf

 

 

“Your money, or your life.” We know what to do when a burglar makes this demand of us, but not when God does.  – Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook, 1966

 

 

“There are people who have money and people who are rich.” – Coco Chanel

 

 

“Money may be the husk of many things but not the kernel. It brings you food, but not appetite; medicine, but not health; acquaintance, but not friends; servants, but not loyalty; days of joy, but not peace or happiness. – Henrik Ibsen

 

 

 

 


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Better Offer

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Better Offer

 

 

A word to wise

A warning to beware

If you take a better offer

Others will be aware

 

If you say you’ll go

But then renege

When something better is offered

You give away that you ain’t so big

 

If you wanna be seen

With only the popular crowd

One day you’ll wake up

To find snobs not allowed

 

When you hurt others

By going back on your word

When they wise up

Your company will not be the preferred

 

Believe it or not

The world doesn’t revolve around you

Others have lives to arrange

They’re busy too

 

When you take a better offer

You cast a pall

You make the person who invited you first

Feel unimportant and small

 

Cos you might think

They’ll never know

But these things have a way

Of coming to light and being put on show

 

Besides, being caught out

Should not be the main concern

Being a true and loyal person

Is what we all need to learn

 

A person who shows respect

And concern for the feelings of all

Who doesn’t show favouritism

Who cares for the lowly and small

 

Because Jehovah will see

And Jehovah will know

Our motives and acts of love

Or the lack, our actions show

 

So let your yes be yes

Let your no be no

When you say you’re going

Go

 

 

 

Rach

2010

 

 

 

 


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Skin Bottle

 

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Skin Bottle

 

 

 

 

In the dead of night

Just before dawn

Mourning begins

And the tears are warm

 

Questions unanswered

From back at the start

There’s no way to know

What lies in another’s heart

 

Revealed through fire

When it’s all too late

Nothing left to do

But obey and wait

 

She turned her back

Walked away

From those who loved her

And the world turned grey

 

The mystery was alluring

The need was strong

Didn’t want to hear

Refused to be wrong

 

A hollow void

Carved out by a man

Was suddenly filled

With glittering sand

 

Warm and inviting

Covering every pot hole and sin

But only as long as

There is no gust of strong wind

 

In love with a shadow

With nothing real to say

So many voices calling

But she wouldn’t stay

 

Kept enthralled

By a rebels song

A self centered will

A heart headstrong

 

Choices are made

A path is chosen

Lives become splintered

Bonds are broken

 

An act of betrayal

Too painful to ignore

No one to beg

No one to implore

 

The anguish of a mother

A heart come undone

Silent tears of a brother

Wanting to run and run

 

A sisters every fear

Realized in a night

No one to go to

To make it alright

 

The die was cast

The stone was set

So now it’s time to move on

Time to let live and forget

 

There is no question

When it’s black and it’s white

You must go on

Though it feels a hopeless plight

 

This mourning will pass

Though it may dawn again

But it’s not unnoticed

And it’s not in vain

 

Tears and heartache

For a just cause

Won’t go unanswered

Or fall without reward

 

For nothing is impossible

There is a mountain of proof

When we put our trust

In the God of all truth

 

He knows the pain of betrayal

That bites deep like a knife

He knows it wounds and scars

That it changes your life

 

He’s lost love too

And knows the anguish

So he won’t forget us

Our fear he can vanquish

 

With care and affection

Our wounds he will bind

Our hurts will be lessened

It just takes some time

 

In a skin bottle

Is where he stores all our tears

Surely he does the same

With our pain and our fears

 

So let go and move on

Though weary through the night

Sure that hope remains

To those who try to do what is right

 

He’s not looking for perfection

He’s looking for love

Those that love may fall

But he’s keeping watch from above

 

When you’re crawling

When you’re stumbling around

He’s there beside you

Helping pick you up off the ground

 

So take the hand he is offering

Let him pull you near

You’ll feel his warm assurance

As he collects up all your tears

 

Know he feels our pain

When he sees our sorrow

And he promises an everlasting

And happy tomorrow

 

 

 

Rach

2009

 

 

“Those sowing seed with tears, will reap even with a joyful cry.”

– Psalms 126:5

 

 

“Jehovah is near to those broken at heart;

And those who are crushed in spirit he saves.”

– David, Son of Jesse, Psalms 34:8 

 

 

“With men this is impossible,

but with God all things are possible.”

– Jesus Christ, Matthew 19, 26

 

 

 


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The Paupers Prize

 

 

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The Paupers Prize

 

 

 

I have a tale to tell

A story the wise will listen to

A fairy tale nightmare

Told from a cautionary view

 

 

It’s the story of a Princess

And a Pauper too

The Princess wanted something

That the Pauper came to rue

 

 

Never stand between

A Princess and her Prize

Or she’ll use her sharpened tongue

To gauge out your eyes

 

 

She’ll send her witless courtiers

To torture you to death

And her witchy mother

With her poisonous breath

 

 

A Princess gets what she wants

No matter what the price

Even if it means slaughter

With charm and with lies

 

 

Her smile is sweet as saccharine

A most cunning device

But all the time she’s plotting

Your imminent demise

 

 

She’ll flatter you so sincerely

All the while concealing a knife

So if you have any sense

You’ll run for your life

 

 

She’ll take your magic mirror

She’ll steal your golden hope

She’ll lock you in a dungeon

Leave you dangling on a rope

 

 

While her court jesters entertain

With music and with joke

Your home she’ll be burning

To ashes and smoke

 

 

As she prances and poses

In glittering gowns and jewelled shoes

She sweeps everything away

With her killer baby blues

 

 

She’ll do the merry dance

She’ll sing the siren song

A Princess can do anything

And she’s never wrong

 

 

What she wants she always gets

With absolutely no exception

She makes sure her subjects

Give her all their attention

 

 

Everything shiny, sparkling, new

Everything outwardly sugar and spice

But in reality everything inside

Is malice, creepy crawlies and lice

 

 

So she’ll rampage and rage

Until she’s conquered and won

And where can a poor Pauper

Hope to run?

 

 

For a shallow soul

With calculated ambition

Will not see

And why should she listen?

 

 

A spoilt Princess

Rules with an iron hand

She does not care

And she can’t understand

 

 

So she sent her assassins

Who killed with stories and lies

So she could take what she coveted

The Paupers Prize

 

 

But the day the Pauper died

Was a beginning and an end

The Princess took her treasure

And the Pauper lost a friend

 

 

Now she’s preening in her mirror

Crowing over her Prize

The Princess hides so confidently

Behind her practised disguise

 

 

She polishes her crown

A confection of cardboard and glitter

She displays all the paste Jewels

She had made so perfectly to fit her

 

 

She must appear the perfect Princess

For she desires to become a Queen

So to keep her prestige and power

She stomps on Golden Mean

 

 

But for all her cold castles

And despite her wind up marching band

Her rampaging royal rump

Has been built on shifting sand

 

 

One day a perfect storm

Will wash it all away

All her subjects will be gone

Her kingdom left in disarray

 

 

No more glittering jewels

No more courtiers and witchy mother

No more disguises

No where to run for cover

 

 

She’ll find herself exposed

As an ugly crooked crone

Sitting cackling toothless

On a rusty tin throne

 

 

So the lesson is clear

The moral is this:

Never trust a Princess

One day you’ll discover – she’s a witch

 

 

Rach

2008

“Woe to you… hypocrites! Because you resemble whitewashed graves which outwardly indeed appear beautiful  but inside are full of dead men’s bones”

– Jesus Christ, Matthew 23:27

 

 

“Many a man’s reputation would not know his character if they met on the street” 

– Elbert Hubbard

 

 

 


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No More, No More

No more no more

 

No More, No More

 

 

This is the last time

A last encore

No more weeping for you

No more, no more

Every time I think

That my tears are done

I find myself on the floor

As the salt water runs

Running down my face

Washing everything away

Away every memory

Of every happy day

Falling into oblivion

Falling running pouring down

Emotions pooling on the ground

A life left there to drown

This is the last time

I promise I swear

The jar is empty

The cupboard is bare

A life stripped down

And swept away

Nothing left to lose

Nothing to give away

Promises that were given

Were given in vain

A heart afflicted

Afflicted again and again

Sliding and falling

Slip sliding away

Hope sighing and whispering

And then fading away

I was wrong so wrong

Wrong in every way

Truth a fearsome warrior

That memories slay

A life slaughtered

Mourned without a wake

Nothing left to give

Nothing left to take

Nothing left but dust

Dust and decay

And when summer rains fall

Its all washed away

Now crying eyes are tired

Tired and sore

Every emotion has washed them

Washed them red raw

So this is the last time

Tears will stain this floor

No more weeping for you

No more, no more

 

 

2007

Rach

 

 

 

“Do not give what is holy to dogs

Nor throw your pearls before swine,

So that they may never trample them under their feet

And turn around and rip you open.”

– Jesus Christ, Matthew 7:6