My land.

The pink line spread like a stain across the horizon
The sea rose to the occasion and shimmered in its hope
Light azure tinged the heavens and frost glittered the ground
where the sun was yet to strike.

As the spluttering morn flowered, the grass bent under the chill
and surprised the eyes of the coastal dwellers.

Swingeing along the road side later in the day
the bush was holding its breath to greet the higher temperature.
They said it would reach eighteen degrees at most
but by eleven it was twenty five and this being winter it amazed.

As the native growth bid its blooms to hold back
Our wattle, our emblem, was trying to escape before time.

No sport, no 'win', no competition can compare
With the soft beauty of the Australian leaves
framing with sage green the softest puffs of gold
The wattle and her ethereal existence, here only for a moment.

Tenth August

How clever. How very clever.
Wait until the most nationalistic fervour on earth is at its peak.
Wait until the 'world's' eyes are diverted from the 'real world'.
Wait and then march in to invade another territory.
Tsk Tsk Russia you are behaving like Israel or USA!!
Thought you had learnt you lesson.
AND you took 2000 lives and what does the world do???
Yay, scream, shout, applaud..their atheletes!!

If it were American lives then what???
Another 'war on terror'???

But no...'they' mustn't be like 'us'!!!

And Yankee land...YOU have no right to condemn anyone...by your behaviour
you have to stay out of it...leave it to the UN...You Yankeeland owe UN millions of dollars
in unpaid dues...so your morals are at an all time low.


Today is the anniversary of a man, asking kindly of my old dad, may he marry me.
Thirty five years ago.
It seems like five.

It has been hell.
It has been sweet.
It has been my life.

Cheers!

Oh Gawd!

And so it begins....

NO NO NO
May London be the last "O" ever!!! Please.

It started with people running in ancient times, ( well men..whoohoo!!) naked and barefoot.
The modern "O" began with countries kindly helping send their reps to other nations to be 'ambassadors' for them..to spread peace and goodwill.
They were 'amateur' atheletes who did their 'training' in their spare time.
They were good natured and naive about the world.
They did their best and came home to a rousing welcome.

Now it is drug infested, commerce invested, trained till they are sick and broken.
They are held up as 'heroes' ( which they certainly are NOT).
They are paid handsomely and are sure of much loot if they drag home a bit of metal.
The country pays for a special 'school' to be opened, a 'university' to train them while our arts and theatre slumber in the dregs of our souls.

Countries who pay millions to just be 'put up' for the next hosts shift their homeless, bury their grubby little secrets, destroy homes, buy out for a pittance those who 'get in the way'. They shut up free speech, they quieten dissenters, they paint on the face of the Olympic whore a mask of well to do and smarmy nationalism.
It is at best a pathetic diversion and at worst commercialism gone mad!
It is dangerous in this day and age to encourage more of the US and THEM mentalities amongst those in the world who are already so self obsessed and full of fervour and lust for their glory.

This little black duck is not having a bar of it...I didn't last time and I won't this time.
Bugger the lot of them!

Enough! Enough! NO MORE!

Missing Persons Week

It is missing persons week here in Australia.
Does it count if the missing person is the person you are missing?
Or that the person isn't exactly 'missing' but just not in contact very often?
It is horrific to know your loved one is overseas permanently and he is too thoughtless to contact you and to reassure you he is fine.
I am tired of this type of loving.
It is exhausting.
Enough.