So I am not yet using this resource correctly. I will get better with time and practice. Here another one of my poems. This one is from my already published book Eve's Tears. I hope you like it and comment.


My lover comes to me as a merman
                        oily scales glistening
His locks of kelp emboss my breasts
                         with strange tattoos.

As his wet lips press on mine
                         my senses race .......
and washed with his tidal passion
                        we tumble and turn
                            to ocean depths
                              sending air kisses
                                 skyward.

We dive and delve -
       new intimacies
        are discovered
              the hidden
                  treasure
                   of love
                          
                            exposed.

Tonight I am posting a poem I composed when AP (Australian Poetry) proposed the theme religion. I use Karl Marx proposition the religion is the opium of the people as the basis for the writing. I then extended the idea to the dependency the opiates induce and the side affects of the addiction. It is a humorous look at many religions. No offence is meant but i am sure offence can be taken. Anyway have a look and see what you think. By the way I am baptised catholic and have a brother a priest, so i take a swipe at my own religion as well as other. Enjoy.

                                                           Opium for the People
Induced by preparatory ritual and ceremony
the opiate elicits a euphoric sense of belonging and righteousness
but side effects alter the mind's view.
Judaism produces paranoid delusions the everyone is out to get you
                    and your money.
Catholicity coagulates to guilt that clots even the most pure action.
Buddhist's detachment requires the carrying of prayer beads
                   to prevent floating off to the next incarnation
and Islam - well continual usage results in the depletion of any fashion sense.
Although the opiate is proposed to bring on lethargy and inner searching
these opiates seem to perpetuate the opposite effect
resulting in the hatred and killing of users of differing opiate derivatives.
Oh well! Perhaps theosophy is a wiser, less addictive path
or just acceptance of a basic animal form and its cycle of
conception, birth and our journey to the final equalizer -
death!

well it seems i am talking to myself as usual. later on this week i will put a new poem on my blog but noone is going to read it or comment on it so it seems. back to square one with communicating.

try this for your taste - all comments weclome

Mutton Thighs

I’m a Norman Lindsay mutton thighed wench totally out of fashion. I desire a man for a Friday frolic but really prefer my own company mid-week. I’ve taken on life’s challenges but feel daunted now by city traffic and international flights. I don’t want to clean up after anyone or cook for them or listen to snores and farts so I don’t mind spending days alone at least I enjoy the company when it finally arrives and sigh relief when it decides not to stay. Sometimes I dress well go out to functions pretend I’m something of importance but really I’m just a Norman Lindsay lady. A mutton thighed Friday night fucker – drink a little booze smoke a little pot – its ok at the end of all the thought and striving to be totally out of fashion

welcome to blogging

Hi this jdaddy hanging with the buddalady. we waiting for life to happen and acknowledge the true depth of talent and insight that we possess. i am going to put up poetry for you to comment on and artwork for you to LOVE!!!!!! and i am going to shit my pants heaps when i read the shit i's putting up of this here screen. this is world love and hate all roll into one hardcoremumma!!