Tags: Poetry. Poems. Poets.
A little boy’s left hand Just hit me in the face
The sun is up now
Nanna he said I try to handle this with grace
I really do not think so I reply only half awake
I think it’s only restless
Because it needs a bathroom break
This logic doesn’t sit well
With a 5 year old whose wide eyed
So my feet are now upon the floor I think…oh well…I tried
It’s 5 o’clock in the morning
And everyone else is sleeping snuggly
I’m starving he says with an outside voice
My tummy is really rumbly
So I feed the little cherub
And as I walk around all groggy
He tells me..you’ll be happy soon
Just make yourself some coffee
By KMH
THE MEMORIAL GAMPING
I am on my bike heading over the track
It is holiday time and the Island is packed Holiday makers and day trippers as well
The Island is busy and the water is swell
I look to my right and I am passing the gardens
Where our friend Ross ashes are silently guarded
Life is not the same since he passed on
So I give him a wave and ride on I cycle to Bongaree and view the passage
People picnicking with a lay back message
Boats are bobbing to and fro
As the clam waters of the Pumicestone flow
The view to the Glasshouse is quiet breath taking
The passage meanders like a serpent waking
Nothing much has changed in 40 years
Just the cars people and their camping gear
The Island is still the same with the magic that it weaves
Pure clean water and a beautiful sea breeze
Meandering pathways with a view that takes your breath
This must be heavens treasure chest I hop on the bike and get back on the track Woorim beach about 6k back
Passing the Memorial Gardens I cannot believe my eyes Gamping in the carpark is Mr and Mrs Wait Awhile
She is in a hammock while he sets up camp I stop and look at their water tank
Two people can camp and make hanky panky In front of the Memorial Gardens Ross will be cranky
So I go on over to inform them they are lost
They pretend not to see me could not give a toss
Out comes the IPhone and they pack up and split
People like this I just love them to bits
I emailed the Council to see what they would do
Nothing as usual Ross is screwed
I ask for No Camping Signs to be erected
So the people in the gardens will not be affected
But it baffles me why campers pay
For a car and a caravan just to stay
At the dead end of town with no view
Not give a toss about who is who Gamp or camp and live high on the hog
Just so they save a few bob
By Sharmayne Kurtz 12/1/2019
As I sit here in silence
Enveloped in reflection
I realise that I am human
Made up by imperfection
I could spend so many hours
And try to right the wrongs
Or accept the way things have worked out
And in the present moment just belong
Because if time is something that’s all we have
Then we should definitely not waste it
Life is there to be loved and lived
So be happy…drink it in..don’t just taste it
By KMH
I get excited By just waking up
Then I’m overcome with joy
When I see coffee in my cup I get excited
When I hear it rain I love to go walking in it
Again and again I get excited
When I see monkeys of any kind I want to take them all home
And not leave any behind I get excited
When my grandchildren visit
Their laughter and their cuddles I love every minute I get excited
When my dog runs to greet me
With a wet sloppy kiss I enjoy it completely I get excited
By simple things you see I don’t need money to buy happiness
The best things in my life are free
By KMH
When I wake up The sun is gold
But my bones they creak
And I feel so old I go to the sink
To wash my face
And see my skin is all wrinkled
And so out of place I brush my hair
And find one’s that are grey I try pulling them out
To make them go away
Then I hear a song on the radio
That is really upbeat
And I start dancing around
Feeling so light on my feet
My dog runs to greet me
Full of smiles and good cheer
Suddendly I’m so full of energy
Like a newborn baby deer I guess the moral of this tale
Is to not let age get in your way
Because it’s the joy you feel in your heart
That will keep the years at bay
KMH
You’ve heard the old saying
That money is the root of all evil
Whether you have too much or not enough
It causes nothing but upheaval
We can’t get by without it
Although I wish that we could
If our currency was generosity
Then we’d all live as we should
There ain’t no free lunch
That’s what people say
But kindness costs nothing
At the end of the day
So give it some thought
And when your woes are financial
Make your transactions with love
And your rewards will be substantial
KMH