For every heart that finds a love,
There is heart that cries.
For every dream that is reborn,
There is a dream that dies.
For every day that's filled with sun,
There is a day of rain.
For every hour that's filled with joy,
There is an hour of pain.
For every smile upon a face,
There is a tear to cry.
For every fond hello you say,
There is a sad goodbye.
For every new life in this world,
There is a grave to see.
For every heart that opens wide,
There's one without a key.
~
Sent by Alvaro Jacques (oddie)
Sydney, Australia
You walked out of my life
as if I didn't matter any more. Like turning
the page in a book and not
remembering
the chapter before.
Like a toy you get sick of
and eventually throw away.
Like a book you've read a
million times
That you now let go astray.
Like a favourite record that
now is not so new
Like a jumper you soon outgrew.
Like a car that was a novelty
for a while
Yet soon it didn't seem quite
your style.
This is how I relate myself
to you,
This is how and why you set
me free.
You can't turn something
worn into something new
And you can't bring back
what used to be.
~
Sent by Anissy Castro
(Ani)
Sydney, Australia
Holding On
~
I'm just beginning to feel,
I'm just beginning to live.
Before I leave you again,
Before the light of dawn,
Before this evening can end,
I have been waiting for so
long.
Until next time
I just might make it.
Until next time
I'll just be holding on.
~
Sent by Anissy Castro (Ani)
Sydney, Australia
Don't quit
~
When things go wrong as they sometime will,
when the road your're trudging seems all up hill,
when the funds are low and the debts are high
and you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
when care is pressing you down a bit,
~
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.
life is queer with its twists and turns,
as everyone of us sometime learns,
and many are failure turns about
when he might have won had he stuck it out;
~
Don't give up thought the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow.
success is failure turned inside out
the silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
and you never can tell how close you are,
it may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
it's when things seem worst that
you must not quit.
~
Sent by Maggie Fuentealba
Perth, Australia
GOOD FRIENDS
~
A good friend is someone
to do nothing much with
and find "nothing much" so much fun.
A good friend is talking and talking
about everything under the sun.
~
A good friend is someone who really is glad
when you've worked for and won a success.
Someone you don't have to be on your guard with
or be what you aren't to impress.
~
A good friend is so many wonderful someones
all mixed in a marvelous blend
Of memory making, of giving and taking,
a "now and forever" Good Friend.
~
Found somewhere by MJ
Red Infinity
~
Traverse this land,
you fall into infinity
identity consumed by the Dreaming
I live,
found myself here in the creation of time
hold the key to
completion in this complex simplicity.
~
Move between horizons,
you melt into the daylight
like the willi-willies,
swirling Spanish dancers on the stage;
echoes of whispers in the distance cascade
voices of something internal –
eternal, flowing and bubbling, a connection
made
with ourselves; our living,
our life, our home.
~
Here, the clouds amass over
oceans of sand
return what they took from
the sky in the water
an ebbing and pumping of life through this
land
like blood filling the veins of the earth:
transforms the landscape
the wildlife flock
celebration of colours
rejoiced survival.
~
Dusk, and the plains
Burn the flames of the sun
Spills burning charcoal
onto the land of red
a burning of opinions
they hold no significance -
here, in the Outback,
they lose their importance.
This earth
as quick to take as to give
deals no compromises;
we learn respect.
~
Swallowed whole by the night
trace the stars with your hands
dream of giants of the Dreamtime
rising from the shadows…
I broke the china:
it shattered at my feet:
then rearranged itself into
the scenery before me.
~
Written by my beautiful 17 year old niece.
This poem won the First Prize at the Australian
Outback Competition.
Nael Meza
Year 11 Karabar Distance Education Centre
My Busy Day
~
It all started when I woke up on Christmas
morning. I was hungry and I
decided to go to look for my normal diet
of crunchy bugs and insects. I went
to a clearing on the edge of the forest
and started to look for food.
~
Just as I swallowed up a juicy insect,
a big, black, mean-looking bird said
grumpily to me. "This is my territory.
Find your own!"
~
"But I'm eating here," I said, a lot more
bravely than I really felt.
~
"Look," said the big, black, mean-looking
bird. "What's your name, kid"
~
"Welcome Swallow," I replied. "What's your
name?"
~
Black Butcherbird," he said proudly.
~
"Oh," I said through a mouthful of insects.
The smile on his face dropped
and was replaced by a frown, and before
I could say anything to calm him
down, he had started to chase me.
~
I started to run away from him. I passed
hedges, bushes, trees ans other
birds for what seemed like hours until
I passed the homes of my best
friends, Grey Fantail and Willy Wagtail.
~
I made a sharp turn straight into Willy
Wagtail's home, where he was sitting
having aftenoon tea with Grey Fantail.
~
It was getting late now and I was getting
sleepy. "Do something!" I shouted.
"Anything!"
~
"Stop!" shouted Gray Fantail. "You should
be ashamed of yourself!"
~
Black Butcherbird was now sobbing in the
corner. "What have I become?"
he sobbed.
~
"Well, you're a bit bad tempered, I must
admit, but you're okay. "I said.
~
"No I'm not. All I ever wanted was to be
respected and loved."
~
"Well you won't get anywhere by doing that!"
sail Fantail angrily. "Anyway,
are you alright, Swallow?"
~
"He is alright,"sail Wagtail.
~
"I'm sorry, "said Butcherbird.
~
"It's alright, "I said, smiling, and from
then on, Butcherbird was our friend.
He still has a few small tempers but, like
I said, he's okay.
~
Written by my little 9 year old niece
Priscilla Meza.
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