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I knew an old wise Angel
Who was generous with his’ time
He could make anyone feel special
Until the stairway to heaven he did climb
He took me to my first confession
And had my rosary beads blessed
He introduced me to religion
And finding my faith became my quest
He told me the most wondrous stories
And had the wildest imagination
His stories still live in my memories
Cos we were characters in his creation
His lap was where we’d love to sit
He made us feel at home
Loving vibes he did emit
Love, the reason I wrote this poem
His name was Spencer Gagan
He was my Great Grandfather
A wonderful Christian, a great man
To me there was no other
He did what he could for everyone
And received nothing in return
Even his partner, and Peter, her son
Took him for granted without concern
He loved Peter like his own
Taking the place of his Dad
But when Peter was nearly grown
They up and left him alone, sad
He lived many hours away
So I treasured the time we spent
When he’d stay at Nan’s for a holiday
Until back home he went
He became ill and placed in a hostel
Where I think he was alone quite a lot
I’m not sure if he was cared for well
I hated the place, it was a depressing spot
We knew he wouldn’t last much longer
We would visit every second Sunday
His spirit weakened, where it used to be stronger
I would hold him tight, not knowing what to say
The last time I saw him, we held each others’ hand
He went to say my name but stopped
His memory disappearing like the sifting sand
My heart filled with sadness, just popped
Then a week or so later, while lying in bed
I awoke in early hours of the morning
To my Great Grandfather gently stroking my head
He had come to give me a warning
He had just passed and was on his way
He comforted me as I lay crying
He told me he wished he could stay
But the time had come, there was no compromising
He said so much but spoke not a word
And I understood the silence
Our bond grew stronger, my emotions stirred
As I witnessed his spirits disappearance
I woke my Sister to tell her what I knew
Tears falling from my eyes
The phone started ringing out of the blue
To inform Mum of Great Grandfathers’ demise.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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My confidante, best friend…my Sister
You’ll never guess how much I’ve missed you
All throughout this past year
Many a time I’ve a shed a tear
Days when I just want you nearby
So upon your shoulder I can cry
Now once again we are together
I wish this week would go on forever
I love your smile and twinkling eyes
You brighten even the darkest skies
When you are here the puzzles complete
These are moments my memory will never delete
Memories of fun, family and sisterly love
Along with all the minor conflicts we rise above
A death stare…a cross word
Nothing will stop us from moving forward
Our love for each other is unconditional
Even though we butt heads and get a tad emotional
I could never contemplate holding a grudge against you
And I believe you feel the exact same way too
Staying mad at you is really quite hard
Cos your spontaneity catches me off guard
Your wonderful weirdness and crazy ways
Working you out is like conquering a maze
An abundance of talent and personality to boot
There are many reasons why, to you, I salute!
I look up to you for your strength inside
You shook off bad history, re-opening your arms again wide
Ready to embrace what life had planned
With your focus and drive, on your feet you did land
But it’s not all seriousness and work
Beyond this façade, your quirky side does lurk
This is the true you, who has us in hysterics
You’re funny and brilliant, there’s not a thing about you I’d fix
Your generosity towards your family is indescribable
A simple ‘Thank-you’ will never be suitable
You’ve given my daughter things I never could
You’ve done above and beyond what most Aunts’ would
I’ve been blessed to have a Sister like you
Not only a Sister…but a best friend too
There’s one part I hate about you arriving
Because no matter what…it leads to you leaving
So please promise me you’ll keep yourself safe and sound
Until this time next year comes back around.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Hiding in the cupboard, veins pumping full of blood
In the dark, between clothes
The smell of moth balls in his nose
Waiting in silence
He needs patience
As he replays his fantasy
Planning each move precisely
A key unlocks the front door
She has returned from the store
Unknowingly she locks herself in
With him, let the fun begin
He stays silent, waiting for his prey to relax
As he watches her through the cupboard cracks
She sings a song in her pretty voice
Unaware she is the killers’ choice
Overwhelming voices in his head
“Slice her up”, his God has said
So he follows the orders from above
Preparing to display his sick love
He believes he is doing her a favour
Saving her from the World, he’s her saviour
The touch of his knife will free her soul
From her tormented life, that is his goal
She enters the bathroom to wash her face
He moves from the cupboard with cat-like grace
Now she’s drying her face with a towel
He runs at her with a menacing howl
Thrashing violently, like a fish out of water
Gouging what she can to escape her slaughter
He tries to calm her as he says in her ear
“I’m here to help you, there’s nothing to fear”.
Confusion seeps into every corner of her mind
As the killer produces the glinting knife from behind
He runs his hands over smooth skin on her neck
Searching for the carotid, finding a pulse to check
The rapid beating gives him great excitement
As he slits her ear to ear in one quick movement
Her screams are silenced, her blood flows free
Her eyes glaze over...her soul is free.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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****For the "Sinister" poem competition 29/03/13
Foaming bubbles on the sand
As salty water reaches land
The thunderous sound of waves crashing
Children joyfully laughing and splashing
It is another Aussie Summer on the beach
Work and stress, way out of reach
Time to relax, soak up some rays
Take a step into a new phase
The gulls high above are soaring
In the white sand kids are drawing
Amateur love hearts in the sand
As loving couples walk hand in hand
There’s an abundance of happiness
Plenty of smiles and a kind of peacefulness
A warm glow, spreading out from within
Take a deep breath as your surroundings sink in
A myriad of ancient rock pools to explore
Full of oceans’ treasures galore
All odd and ends swept in from the sea
Discoveries made as imaginations run free
Water laps at your toes as you stand on the shore
Multi-coloured shell fragments lifted off the ocean floor
Are scattered haphazardly along the water line
Shells hammered by forces into shards so fine
A Mother holds a shell against her daughters’ ear
Explaining the ocean sound that you can hear
A wondrous smile grows on the child’s face
She is mesmerised by this magical place
The beach is unique, in a class of its own
A place to go for comfort or when you’re feeling alone
Aquamarine water and white tipped waves
Brings about great content, as your soul it saves.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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For the Gerber Baby Contest
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I knew God loved me on the day
He entrusted me with my daughters’ soul
The most important job to ever come my way
The greatest gift I would ever behold
Lost in thought, I’m mesmerised by the image before me
Laura is my babe, so precious
A moment frozen in time, Laura was three
Her giggles brought joy…so infectious
A face…round, smooth, creamy complexion
Big brown almond shaped eyes with power to beguile
A nose so pert, so cute, utter perfection
Rosy red lips always upturned in a smile
Long blonde hair, curls in abundance
Reminiscent of Rumpelstiltskin’s spun gold thread
My very own Angel gives my life sustenance
Intertwined delicately, the gold flecks spread
This photo stirs up love, so strong, so pure
A joyous heart, a joyous mind, my heart overflowing
The love of a mother and child, there is no truer
And now the touch and the embrace of my daughter I’m craving.
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My name is Juanita and I used a photo of my gorgeous (once) baby girl, when she was around 3-4 (now 17). Her perfect featured face and long blonde curly hair that framed her angelic features...one of my favourite pics.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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A great forest grows dark and green,
Where little birds twitter amid the leaves,
Reynard the red coated one keen eye searching,
For squirrels leaping among branches tall,
Making sure the youngsters don’t fall,
A capercaillie scream rents the air,
Sounding like ban-sidhe in the air.
Trees creak and rattle in ancient tree talk,
Close together they whisper and plot,
Sending astray the unwary and proud,
Those who stravaig far from the path.
Deep in the depths a slow rising hill,
Crowned with a wall of log and thorn,
With a ditch to deter those who do ill,
A gate stands with warriors each side,
Armed with sword,shield and dirks sharp and slim,
Protecting those who dwell within.
Built long before by the ancestors long gone,
Their spirit lingering in every log,
Singing their song of “Torr na Craoibhe”, as it was once named,
In the tongue of ancients forever told.
Their song drifts over the trees,
Heard by creatures large and small,
For those who stop to listen and hear,
The wisdom within to teach and preserve,
The old ways of nature and ancient forest,
Helping all to live in joyous unity,
Listen and hear what they say.
© Andrew Provan McIntyre 28.4.2016.
The black circle that surrounds my eye
Is the reason why at night I cry
My partner hits me ever so hard
While calling me a “stupid” and a “frigging retard”
What on Earth have I done to deserve this?
Every punch, he doesn’t ever miss
I thought it was love when we first met
But now I realise he’s a potential life threat
The smile I’ve pasted upon my face
Trying to bury my feelings deep down some place
But I’m getting so tired of pretending
I just want a Happy Ending
His fists are the size of my head
And his dark eyes fill me with dread
His veins that bulge on his neck
He has made me a nervous wreck
I’ve never felt so much hate before
It’s eating me inside, right to my core
I wish him dead, I honestly do
For all the torment he’s put me through
He reeks of alcohol and stale cigarettes
A crutch he uses so he forgets
His latest outburst of violence
That left me on the floor praying in silence
Can anyone out there hear me?
Help me, this is my final plea
God where are you why don’t you listen?
I scream this as the tears that roll down my face glisten.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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Have a wonderful Anniversary Dad and Mum
You both hold the spirit of the Cherubim
You give protection and a special love
That can only come from heaven above
So I wish you a Happy Anniversary for tomorrow
Knowing you’ve shared good times and sorrow
But you have conquered many, many years
Mixed with lots of laughter and plenty of tears
You are the glue that holds our family together
Your union destined to last forever
A couple God has chosen to look upon
So your message of love will carry on
You generously empower us with a special gift
Of love and closeness that gives our souls lift
You both have this energy that warms us all
And makes us feel at least 10 feet tall
You always care
You’re always there
We owe you everything
For the life of joy you bring
You’re a couple whose love inspires
The voices of angelic choirs
As they whisper your very own love song
Spreading the message of how to stay strong
So thanks to our Gods creation
You can enjoy another year’s celebration
An Anniversary to many that is rare
That you’ve earned because you’re a wonderful pair.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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THE GERBER BABY CONTEST
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Frank Daniel Gerber, with his son Daniel Frank
Worked to create an image that would fill in the blank
Labels on the their tins of stewed baby food
To give the 1928 ad campaign attitude
So they put out the feelers for artwork galore
Paintings, portraits, drawings and more
Bombarded them from every direction
Til an unfinished charcoal drawing caught their attention
An unfinished charcoal sketch Dorothy Smith submitted
“This is the winner!!” the Gerber men admitted
The vision that would become internationally known
Had been discovered….the seeds were sown
With blonde wavy hair, soft to the touch
Big round eyes that express so much
Pink rosy cheeks that beg for a squeeze
Cherubim lips that can bring a grown person to their knees
Gerber Baby is still as popular today
It keeps getting stronger with each and every yesterday
This Angelic face graces many a label
Serving American toddlers at the dinner table.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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From the day I was born
Your life changed and you were sworn
To help me through life’s upheavals
And protect me from all of life’s evils
Your big strong hand held mine
You made me feel everything was fine
I loved being Daddy’s little girl
Being safe in your arms as we’d wildly twirl
But no matter how fast we’d go
I always felt safe, you know
Safe wrapped in your arms forever
As long as we were both together
You would call me your “Princess”
And tell me not to obsess
Over my freckles and big ears
As you would gently wipe away my tears
You explained that some kids were cruel
And told me your number one rule
To have faith and believe in your own soul
Then the negativity wouldn’t take its toll
You kept the smile upon my face
And taught me to have grace
To treat all people with respect
And take time out to reflect
On mistakes that have been made in the past
And to ensure my grudges don’t last
As life doesn’t like to waste time
And to waste time is a crime.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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