| My Astral Love When I'm asleep, in my dreaming I search for the friend of my past And sometimes he also is searching and we meet in the astral at last We don't share a physical passion Just a love that is pure and sublime We walk arm in arm through the astral defeating earths distance and time But my earthly ties finally call me Back to the bed of my rest And I wake to find body and soul Are somehow renewed and refreshed Thank you my friend for your comfort In the astral world of our dreams We know that the love we share there Is stronger than earthly love seems I can face now the tasks and duties of an earthbound material day But I'll treasure the memories of you ‘til my astral again flies away. Copyright Lynda Cracknell 2002 |
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The Terrorist His smile was broad; his teeth gleamed white; As he held up his arms In the courtroom light Such a charming face That I found at once My smile was fashioned In glib response Then reality surfaced And the strangled grin Died on my face as I Studied him. The joy which he shows is religious fervor Not the warming smile Of a friend or lover. His gesturing arms not a Wave to the crowd, but A sign of a terrorist Proud….. unbowed. The hundreds of lives Which he took with his act Of religious ‘jihad’ will Never come back. The families who grieve And friends with one breath Swear ‘Amrosi the bastard’ Will pay for their death. Then the truth slowly dawns ‘neath his enemy’s gaze. Our victory smiles widen As Amrosi's smile fades. L Cracknell 2003 |
| 'The Terrorist' was written in August 2003, following the conviction and sentenceing to death of Amrosi - An Indonesian Muslim Terrorist behind the bombing in Bali which killed over 200 people including more than 80 Australians. |
| I am a carer. Remember, I care To my dear one I say, "Remember I Care' for you – I am your carer in your illness or incapacity as lovingly as I care for you in my heart". To my fellow carers I say, "'Remember I Care' for you too. Because only by caring for each other can we lessen the weight of caring for our loved ones". To those who see me frown more than I smile, who see me tired or rushed, who I don't visit often enough – I remind you "understand the work I do – 'Remember - I care'". Lynda Cracknell |
| A challenge was posted on the Shadowpoets group to write a poem incorporating the words FRECKLE WIND CHIMES PETUNIA MEXICAN PINE CONE TURTLE This was my result – with an apology to Banjo Patterson for a slight resemblence to his “Man from Snowy River” Turtle Soup There was chaos in the restaurant For the chef was heard to say That the turtle for the soup had got away. And had joined the crazy Mexican – He was worth a fair amount, So all the waiters gathered at the fray. The freckled cook and bottle washer and the waiter from the bar went helter-skelter searching in the night For the staff they loved the hunting Through where bins and rubbish lay And the waitress waves Petunias in delight. |
| (cont) They crashed on through the wind-chimes Of the Chinese takeaway And on into the crunchy winter snow. They chased that Mexican and turtle Into fields and into mountains And to heights I thought no mortal man would go. Then finally on the mountain ridge The Mexican stopped breathless And placed the slow and hapless turtle on the ground. Ahead of them was a precipice, And behind him the café posse, so His only option was to slowly turn around But the turtle grabbed a pine cone Which then rolled across the slope And collided with the wild chefs iron tipped boot. The turtle barely flinched at all As he flew from off that precipice For he knew that he’d been saved from turtle soup. Lynda Cracknell 2004 |
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