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Mum's Kitchen

As far as kitchens go, this one's pretty cool
To miss one of Mum's feeds, you'd be a fool
Thousands of cup cakes and every Sunday a roastà
Every morning she'd make me honey on toast
Learning to cook was easy when mum was there
One day smoke from the oven gave as a scare
Getting your hands dirty making sausage rolls
When I got a bit older, we made coffee scrolls
But every birthday cake was made with such love
Oven trays for a party would fit if we gave them a shove
Pancakes were a favourite with lemon and sugar
Mum would call me over to open a tight jar
The smells that came out of the oven were great
Mum would get up set if dinner was running late
For breakfast, lunch or a snack it was the place
If you felt crook, it put a smile on your face
Mum would walk you over to a hot lemon drink
The meals dad tried to cook, would make the house stink
So to miss one of Mum's feeds, you'd be a fool
Because I think Mum's kitchen is pretty cool

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Inner Journey

Please release me from my mind
For its the most amazing journey that I will find
Twists and turns with many highs and lows
But I'm not the driver so onward it goes
Holding on tight, a mere passenger on my way
It's scary at times when there's no words to say
Turn the key, release the locks, take one step at a time
To write it down needs energy, but I will finish this rhyme
Sky blue tiles, snake their way onward down on the floor
They continue for miles through many a corridor
My mind has rooms of colours, shapes and lights
My favourite one has friends running free flying kites
That's just one room amongst many not so boldly grand
Some rooms are tiny with hardly room to stand
I stole across to a beam of light, gentle in its glow
No arrows to direct me though I know the way to go
No drinks for I'm not thirsty, but I long for the taste
For the food of a nation that eats without waste
The spirits here are friendly, very gentle and so wise
They fear not my end of days, when I meet my demise 
For I will be greeted by family, lovingly holding out a hand
For they now travel without a watch or timer filled with sand
I believe I will travel through eternity teaching as I go
For life is so fragile, only the close minded will say "no"
It's time I returned back to my body to learn a lesson or two
Also to travel on my journey through out earth, sharing it with you

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Our True Home

There is a place were we all belong
Not surrounded by brick, wood or steel
No yard to mow, No flowers to pick
Yet safe and warm, secure from harm
The place that I write is in the heart of us all
Gently wrapped in the sheet of the souls white light
Walls of spirit, roof of thought
Sparkling eyes as windows, no need for locks
Free as a summer breeze, the scent of summer rain
We all envelop ourselves with its hugs and love
Safe as a child in their mothers arms
With the strength of a fathers hand
We can't see this home but feel its warmth
Just like a lovers smile, and tender touch
Envelop your heart with its gentle glow
Feed your soul, drink the necture
Cook from mother earth's recipe
Pass this on to all you know
Be a spirit builder before its too late

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Digger

As I gaze upon the crimson tide
Tears of sorrow I cannot hide
Comrades fallen, slain and dead
I wish they'd taken me instead
In shock I wonder to where fallen mates are
Wiping my memory but it will leave a scar
Muffled yelling falls silent forever
Jimmy and Thommo, I'll forget them never
17 and 18 years, Christ they were only boys
Taken to early to experience life's joys
I look around joined by a medic
"We're the only ones left" I turn to be sick
We have to try to crawl from this beach
I pluck up the courage as he pulls back the breach
Cover me I yell as I run for the cliff
I dance to the rhythm of their deadly riff
I trip and fall across an enemy wire
I see myself below all covered in fire
Now I stand at the gates with my head held high
I get my set of wings for now I can fly
LEST WE FORGET

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Stronger

Why do we think that no one can hear?
They keep their distance when we need them near
Friends don't call in or ring on the phone
That's when you find yourself really alone
We discover true friendship when the chips are down
You'll be surprised when you realise just who sticks around
Sometimes it's the people that you least expect
Now their the ones you'll never neglect
We all learn to be restful when times on our side
These are the friends to talk to when we want to hide
In a while we will discover, we are stronger in body and mind
And that inner voice is there being gentle and kind
When we feel they are distant and not always clear
Is when we become strong, not bending an ear
Positive thoughts, like what's good in your life
Like a cat or dog, friends, a hubby or wife
Maybe it's a car or a pot plant full of colour
Think about the good things and sing to yourself lalala
We know that it's scary and we never want to be alone
But your life is the one that you have to own
Remember it's not up to others to rebuild your life
By all means ask for help if you are in some strife
Before you know it, stronger and stronger you'll be
You might end up a writer or poet just like me
Then why do we think that no one can hear?
Cause you are stronger and don't need them so near

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The Tide

Every life ebbs and flows just like the tide
We all have laws and rules we have to abide
Written by political figures and lawyers in our courts
Some of us simply follow what we've been taught
These laws are true and just, but I write of different rules
Rules that are within us all, not taught in any school
They are of free thought and ideas that spring from love
Dreams that are sent from our guides up above
Rules of respect, honour and a good sense of pride
Are within us all but a select few keep hidden inside
Its these rules I live by through out my day to day life
If any are broken it starts all the trouble and strife
To smile and greet everybody that's happy to greet you 
Learn new lessons and to believe in what's true
Honour the people who travel down life's bumpy streets
Respect loved ones with laughter at their feasts
To say sorry when you've done something bad
It heals the soul and makes things better not sad
So you see we all have laws and rules we have to abide
As every life ebbs and flows with the tide

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Sweet Surrender

There is a sweet surrender when you let go
It's a feeling you get that you have to show
The relief of an exhale, the relaxing of your face
It shows you the world at a much slower pace
Walk in the grass with your shoes in your hand
A warm place in the sun is where you can stand
Be gentle with yourself, be kind to your heart
For your brand new journey is about to start
Hold your head up high, walk straight and tall
All your friends will catch you if you ever fall
So let go of the past, it is already done
Look ahead to your new life which has begun
Get help when you need it, your friends will be true
It's in the tough times that they will shine through
May your good times be many, and wealth be shared
For I know their will be days when you are all scared
That's when you'll find that feeling you can show
Oh the sweet surrender, when you let go

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Friendship

There was a calm surrender walking along the pier
With a good friend to talk to, to ease away every fear
We talked about life, love and what we hold so close
Talking in gentle tones, no one had a need to boast
As we cast out a line and hoped for a bite
We chatted about our feelings, to shed a little light
There was an understanding between us both that day
Although words were spoken, we knew what each other would say
We spoke easy and wise, both of us understood
No harsh words were spoken, although we easily could
I cherish days like this, they are few and far between
We'd easily do it again someday, I know we both are keen
To get all our gear together, throw it in the ute
We'll have a day like last time, yeah I think its beaut
We all need friends to talk to, to sit and lend an ear
We all need days like that one, those days I hold so dear
So thank you my good friend for sharing a special day
And for listening to all the things, I just had to say

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Angel Rays

As I stand in the glorious rays of sunlight
My soul warms to a glow at this magical sight
The winter sun breaks through escaping a cloud
A choir of angels start a harmony soft but loud
They sing of the times that will come to pass
I sit and listen on the greenest patch of grass
Singing of love and peace surrounding the earth
I hope everyone can hear them from LA to Perth
A beautiful voice whispers to me of good times to come
I stand up and dance until my body starts going numb
Then I shed a tear of joy, one single joyous tear
I marvel in oar at the sight I have oh so near
I see across the valleys to the mountains beyond 
The angel rays have spread shining a new fern frond
Bright green and ready to unfurl, like life begins anew
I had to grab a pen and share this vision with you
So you can feel as I do, the warm glow of my soul
I hope it fills you with the love to get out of any hole
Oh! My soul shines brightly at this magical sight
As I raise my arms to the glorious rays of angel light

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Dads Bar

It all started with a rusty old fridge out the back
Full of JD, Jim beam and beer, it was packed
His mates would come over and stand in the yard
Filling the recycle bin, just wasn't hard
Until dad got the idea to get 44 gallon drums
For all the cans and bottles after a few rums
"We will take the cans and make a couple of bucks
At the scrap yard down the road that has all the trucks"
The weekends at our place were a lot of fun
When the drums were full, then the dollars begun
Every cent was saved in a jar next to his bed
It was for the bar dad had designed in his head
It only took a couple of months to buy all the wood
His mates all chipped in and did what they could
The next weekend they had a working bee to think
One of the guys even gave dad a second-hand sink
Before we knew it dad had finished his great bar
And all of his mates say "Its the best by far"
Dad still has all of the 44 gallon drums
And he still gets ideas after he's had a few rums
So Fridays all the JD, Jim beam and beer he stacks
And laughs when he looks at the rusty old fridge out the back