"...a two-some tear, shed and shared -- through joy or sorrow -- is a drop of glue, cementing the tenderness and trueness of you" (Farrah Jane Tate, 2000) 

Friendships/Family...

memories of those forged, those lost,
& those here to stay

One of the first inspirations for my poetry was the sadness & emptiness resulting from losing touch with two of my most special friends of all times: Sophie Playford & Natasha Vicary. We spent many a sad time comforting one another but we also spent many a joyful time together. This page is also dedicated to my wonderful mum & family, Debbie Authers, Bianca Chambers & Leia Parish. May you always be blessed.

All content on this page was written and created by Farrah Jane Tate © 2001.

~ Baptism ~ For My Friends ~ A Celebration of Friendship ~ Kerry's Poem ~ Lost Companions ~ Old Friend of Mine ~ Poem for Bianca ~ Moving ~ NEW ~


 
 
Baptism

Arm in arm
Hand in hand
Friendship through love without command
And here today
United we stand
Embracing the power
We savour this hour
As sisters of a greater movement
Together we rise
Grapple with the stars
Shake the swollen skies
And let the droplets fall
Cleanse and calm
Heal and disarm
Raining tears of joy
Upon the sands of time
Toil and sweat
Patience and perseverance
Promise, trust and love
His tender nurturing from above
Anointed with peace, grace and care
An amazing moment in Earthly time to share
My sisters I'm glad you were there
On that very day
When we bore our past grievances away
And rose anew upon
Our shared love for You

|~|

For My Friends

(Yet to be edited)

Threads of fondness woven and
Strengthened with cherish far above familiarity
Through time
Nurtured even when physically dispersed
Always immersed in your love and care
Those kind actions to endlessly impart
Those kind words to tenderly share
We're bound to one another
Beyond materialistic ties
Far spread
Across the global territory
Through the latitudes, longitudes
The lowest of desperate valleys, the most prized of elation peaks
Through months
Years
I hold on to these very days and weeks
Even if filled with torment, anguish and fear
As pain between many is lessened

With lessons to learn and faith to renew
It helps to know you're near
Even if only in my fond thoughts
As a two-some tear
Shed and shared --
Through joy or sorrow
Is a drop of glue
Cementing the tenderness and trueness of you

Twinkles of trust
Are a must
To suspend time
The Earth could part us
Yet it would matter not
When we exist forever in a common heart --
A space never defined by physical location

You'll always be above all,
One of my most cherished finds
These threads are woven across space, all around this chaotic place,
To calm and disarm
Spun to last
With strength of belief and respect
For what is done and what is yet
To be past.

One thing I can carve in stone
To stand timelessly and true --
I'll be there.
In my heart and soul
You'll always find a warm and inviting home
A haven for you, 
And I know
Yours for me alike too.

|~|

A Celebration of Friendship

Such small steps in big time --
Back then friends of mine
Hopped, skipped and jumped
Right into my heart ...
And then fell easily back out,
Grazing my soul on the way.
So many,
As an instantaneous ant trail of lemmings
But over the years
The children became real people
With ambitions to wield battle to all other insight
With greed to distort the view of another's plight
And so many have left quickly
With out even a struggle
Sometimes without warning --
Or perhaps I was even the one to turn away forever.
It's been hit and miss,
Forget and reminisce ...
But now I'm twenty three and there's not many left of you
Whom I could call on as friends
But those who still remain
Are a more cherished find
Than the other too many, too much kind
When I'm grey I guess I'll know for sure
But I think you're here to stay any way
We may open different doors
But we're still in the same place
We may walk on different trails
But our paths will always cross
Because life without you my friends
Would be the greatest loss
in being.

|~|

Kerry's Poem

Seems just like a light feather stroke of clock of time
Since you were scraping your knees
And I first learnt to crawl on mine
My baby belly all swollen
Extra skin, ounces in which to swim for hours
Filling out through the years
With elation's and tears
Good and bad times to be had and done
Marking what's come and longingly or reminiscently gone
You were always four years of steps ahead
Four years worth of putting your sweet head to bed before mine
But we've been closer than most
And now in your own belly, your first baby grows
Little hands, perfect little toes
And a finely tuned little heart
That only a beautiful mother like yourself knows
For best

|~|

Both of my older cousins, Katie & Kerry have been the best surrogate sisters who any one could ask for. I love them so dearly. You can see some piccies of the famous Felix Orpheus Mills Dyer and his equally wonderful mummy & daddy by clicking right here.

Lost Companions

For Sophie and Natasha, 1999 -- if you know them please give this to them for me :)

Days roll by too quickly, calendar pages rustle with time's haste, life's rush,
Memories etched, sketchily outlined, their essence to remain yet their vibrancy lost,
Apathy incurred at a significant cost,
To tales tainted by ink, encouraged to fade,
Changing with every second glance, with every touch.
I think tirelessly about what it means to love a friend, I ponder aimlessly upon the careless choices that we made.
The energy consumed in accepting short-comings of judgement, to later worry about the consequence so much.
Of long hours spent deliriously wishing, dreaming, you'd spontaneously reappear,
To relive the moments when we'd skip school together, cough on cigarettes, pine over cute boys, console each other's problems with warm hugs and words of encouragement, to ease even the deepest fear,
And how I'd so simply feel content and happy just knowing you were near.

Yet all that remains are those pages browning with transpired time and emptiness, a chill from quiet,
The photos that compel me to pause a while, to sigh and to smile,
The tears that escape momentarily through lonely nights
Previously spent with gossip and laughter,
The promises to keep in touch, and plans forever after.

One moment is all that I ask for; a glimpse of your smile is all that I need, sufficient to grasp,
The hope required, a spell of motivation to patch the moth holes in our past,
To re-piece the puzzle of emotions gone awry, cement the fragments of my sentimentality securely,
Poised for so long to grace this page with this scrawl, so obscurely.
Now these words are a tribute to us, a sacred gift,
Of a friendship that I would like to last.
I knew you alike myself in our younger years, now I don't even know where to find you,
Happy times flew then whilst together, now with out you sad time is advancing much too fast.

|~|

Old Friend of Mine

dedicated to "Arundel Rd"

To punish me unkindly, even hurtfully,
The scales were weighted unevenly in your favour.
Generosity encountered rarely,
Yet I was time after time your saviour.

In life's challenges when the see-saw tipped precariously,
The swings became motionless in stirring wind,
Your soul became bound by gravity,
Recklessly abandoning your strong beliefs
you rebelled...  escapism, to excind
those you loved with depravity.

With your head muddled,
Lost in the clouds,
Meandering aimlessly, following others through life,
Blending with uneventful crowds.
All the while I trampolined you upwards,
When you were destined to be borne back down.
Life's circumstances churning a tsunami
of frustration and pain,
Tearing apart dreams; I chose to swim
and refused to let you drown.
In my heart I know that if you were able,
you would for me have done the same.

Despite lost years I still wish we could,
equilibrate the past with the present,
Learn to forgive but not to forget and salvage
what we should treasure,
our friendship so unwisely spent,
At any cost, at any measure.

|~|

Poem for Bianca

Bianca and myself, 1998

Through the years as they roll on by (collecting acquaintances in their midst),
So many faces have passed before mine,
Some smiling,
some frowning,
some laughing,
some crying,
some expressionless, seemingly devoid of memories,
Unaware of the passing of time.

You touched me by sharing the importance of every increment
Of the present, the past, and into the future,
Of every step that we take, together or apart,
Every care that we've wished to impart.
Of every tear, every encouragement, solace for one another,
Every confusion upon which we've pondered,
Of every giggle that we've set free to wander,
To follow us along our separate paths, in pursuit of our golden dreams,
And no matter the distance to keep us near,
To keep us safe, and warm,
To comfort every fear.

With a spirit of hope and care,
Borne from the treasured history that we share,
A synergism of best wishes forged permanently between two,
For then, for now, forever and always destined to continue,
To persist alike memories which induce a certain smile,
Stretching the distance,
To bridge mile upon countless mile,
The truest of hearts.

For although apart,
You will still be the sweetest, dearest friend,
With whom I've been blessed.
With your kind thoughts, the funny things you do,
For so long I've considered you so far in my tenderness above the rest.
You've been a star to guide my thoughts,
To wink me encouragement,
To shine throughout the darkest time,
To remind me that every thing for which I’d ever wished,
Could truly be something of mine.

Time has no consequence to the truest of friends,
as we are.
These words a lasting memoir,
Travelling across this page as a tribute to us,
And now, with you, set to journey afar.

|~|

Moving 

So many others walked by, 
Pitied but then turned a blind eye. 
My troubles became your concern,
and in turn, 
I've been true with my respect and caring
for you. 
The years cannot brown the edges of a
continually renewed twosome smile, 
A little distance between us, 
Cannot bring to a close a friendship so
special and worthwhile 
 
 

|~|


















 

Bridgewater

For my father

I once loved a tree --
Every one else had furry bunnies to pat --
She was beautiful, so graceful
And she grew tall with my love that poured like the water
Which I gave to her as a mother would
When she was thirsty.

But I always had to keep her
Within a pot
Because every time we were on the move
Drowned in the fumes of the ticking time bomb
That we called our ride
We never could discover home.

Home was where I could plant her
And we could be free to finally grow together
In peace; But as it happened
Home was but a disaster greater than greed:
A crooked builder, a house crumbling at its seams, at the shock of its own continued existence, defying gravity's lust but only just,
A tormented father, impoverished where once 
Money was less of a consideration 
Than a breath before an excited exclamation.

The day that I left that home
And my tree behind
I grew up to the world
And its injustices;
I wondered how she could possibly prosper.

I drove past once;
It took a half an hour to reach
The only home I'd ever had.
I didn't even know my own tree,
So I never went back.

|~|

Angel 

for Erina Hulland

Angel
You softly breathe the mystery
Of the pan pipes of the ancient sea
As it caresses its sacred cove
Where treasured secrets remain dormant
Long lusting the desires of explorers from afar 
With the lull of bounty promise

Angel
You sing more hauntingly
Than the moonlit windchimes
Which dance their offering
Through the electric summer night's sky
Woken by the soft stroke of a warm, soothing breeze.

Angel
Your sweet strains loft to fill every hidden mystery of the night...
Your arms outstretched to a smile
and towards a song bird nestling his breast on a sigh,
who faithfully rests his tongue,
to learn.

|~|

True Friendship is not a Rocket Science

for Debbie Authers

True friendship...
is not a rocket science
yet it knows no bounds
travelling through time and space
to any place of need,
to comfort a broken heart
or repay many a kind deed.
It doesn't require a doctorate,
Nor even a mere degree
You can even save your ABC's
As all it takes is just you and me.
There's no formula or rule
to recreate what we share,
No blue-print or treasure map,
Recipe or cunning trap
To snare our cherished care.
It's the most simple means
To generate a blissful sigh or smile
Keep you warm and safe across many a mile;
For all of this there is no cost
No hardship nor any loss
To gain an itinerary of memories
Just like Deb's and mine,
Which fill even the most lonesome times
With many years of joy and laughter, and
Faith that these will follow with many treasured after.
You saturated my soul with happiness, and
 I haven't a clue but how,
Matter, it does not, for I'm telling every one again right now...

True friendship is not a rocket science!

|~|

Princess

for Leia Parish

Princess
Let your pretty strawberry hair down
To love;
Don't be afraid
That you're made
To share
Your braid of care and commitment
Grown for so long now
Tied up for so long now...
It's time to belong now
To cherish of way
Golden ripples borne against the setting of sun day
Display the rising hope
A golden glow around the fingers, the envelope
Of the greenest sea, 
Flowing though a new dawn
It's clear transparency
Showing the sands of time below,
Reflecting them above to the star-sprayed skies aglow
Washing them ashore
In a trail of two (and perhaps one day more)
Where once was one alone
Another has found his destiny home
Blooms of growing love unfold
In goldren rays of dazzling light
Until the silver lining
Slivers through the moon
Purple swirls give way to milky dusk
Your heart warming the sky crimson musk
To the ebb of a forever
Lover's love.

|~|


 
Last day of Year 10 at Marryatville High School, 1992, after which we went our separate ways.

L-R: Sophie Playford, Emma Rouse, Natasha Vicary, myself, David Dewick.

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