Poem: LITTLE FURRY GUY

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I believe that I may have previously mentioned that Tara and I foster small animals – mostly rabbits, occasionally guinea pigs – in association with Porsche’s Small Animal Rescue.  We’ve been doing this for about 8 months now I guess. We’re also the lucky slaves to a Russian Blue cat called Ivana, a regal and dignified lady of great beauty and even greater rotundity. Previously we shared our house with a Siamese cross called Saba, who sadly left us a couple of years ago after reaching a fine old age. But the very first four legged friend we had the sad duty of saying goodbye to was the first rabbit we’d ever given a home to – a cute little brown lop we called Frodo.
We took Frodo in just before Christmas 2004, and I was horrified a few short weeks later when Tara rang me at work, in tears, because she’d just arrived home to find Frodo stiff and unmoving in his hutch. We think he probably died of fright after being stalked by the neighbour’s unkempt, unrestrained & uncared-for cat, and we lovingly laid Frodo to rest under a shade tree.
People who don’t take the time or make the effort to treat animals well really make me mad. Cat lover or dog person or rodentophile or snake fancier or bird whisperer or whatever you may be, make sure you act responsibly with any companion animals you may have. If they’re a naturally predatory species, like cats or dogs, have them desexed and keep them from wandering. If they’re a social beast, make sure you make time to spend with them and try to open your home to more companions as well, for their mental well-being & general happiness. Feed them good quality, natural food – not excessively processed commercal crap. Exercise them. Clean up after them, keep them parasite free and treat them kindly. I don’t like to use the word ‘pet’ because that indicates a superior-inferior relationship. To me, a household animal is a companion, even a family member, and just like having a child or a younger sibling, its not about ownership but about being a provider & protector for someone who will return care and affection with trust and love.

Little Furry Guy

Our little friend in his brown suit
Soft and furry, warm and cute
Easy to love, but hard to seize
At rest eternal near the trees.

One ear up, and one ear down
Thump-thump-thump upon the ground
Apple eating, rattle toss
Keenly yet we feel your loss.

You were not with us very long
But the bond that grew was strong
Licks replaced by memories sweet
Of twitching nose and fluffy feet.

Frodo, in your snuggly sweater
No rabbit ever treated better
Broken hearts and teary eyes
Have fun in Bunny Paradise.

Rest In Peace
-Frodo-
12/01/2005

© Darryn Roberts 2005

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Ramble: ONE THOUSAND VIEWS, 60 YEARS, 6 WINS.

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I don’t know if its significant or not to mark the 1000th viewing of one’s blog. If it is, then I’m doing the right thing; if it’s not, then I’m a trendsetter. Either way, thank you all for your attention.
Here’s some stats; those of you who like such things should both get a thrill out of them. This blog kicked off on April 1st (no, really) and April was the most viewiest month, possibly because I didn’t post for half of May. Overall, this blog averages 17 views per day. Most of you (nearly 3 times as many as anything else) have landed here from Facebook; the next biggest driver to this site is people searching for ‘poems about summer’ or one of 14 variations thereof. Interestingly, someone googled Kim Jong Dead to get here as well.
Not many of you click on the outbound links I include in my rambles, which is sad because I would only ever send you somewhere mindblowingly interesting. Also, I was gonna do a post soon about my favourite websites and blogs but if nobody’s clicking though, maybe not. We’ll see.
Apart from the home page, the most viewed blog post is my review of the Avengers movie, followed by the poem Summer Nights & my intro page. Least viewed is the poem Autumn Morning. Proportionally, rambles get more views than poems. Most of you come from Australia, and its a long way back to second place (USA) & another long stretch to third place (UK). Of all places, who’d have thought Guyana would come in fourth amongst my blog viewers? Its not even cricket season yet! All in all, people from 25 countries have visited Some Poems & More, which is a testament to the reaching power of the web. Nowhen else in history has an amateur writer, killing time, been able to make even a tiny impact on such a diverse readership as the Czech Republic, Vietnam, Israel, Nepal, Canada & Korea all at the same time.

Yeah, okay. Sorry.

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Of course, this is not the only only milestone in the world this week. Queen Elizabeth II is celebrating her Diamond Jubilee this week. 60 years is a long time to do one job, even if you are the boss and your job mostly involves going on holidays and allegedly having your daughter-in-law killed opening exhibitions and stuff.  Technically & constitutionally, Lizzie Windsor is my head of state and she does seem like a dear old stick. In my younger days I was a determined Republican (which means something very different in Australia than it does in the USA; here it’s a constitutional position, there it’s a political party). Nowadays, I’m a lot mellower and whilst I’d theoretically support the move to an all-Australian head of state (as long as we called it a proper Aussie name like Head Sherang), I don’t get very exercised about the issue. I’m even fond of Prince Charles these days; he seems to be a lot less pompous than he was 20 years ago.
Here’s a terrible joke about Her Maj:
Queen Elizabeth and Dolly Parton die on the same day, but only one can get into Heaven
St. Peter asks Queen Elizabeth what makes her special enough to enter Heaven. Elizabeth takes out a douche bottle and douches herself.
St. Peter asks Dolly what makes her special enough to get into Heaven. Dolly opens up her shirt and flashes her chest.
St. Peter lets Queen Elizabeth in instead of Dolly. When Dolly asks St. Peter why Elizabeth was let in, Peter replies, “A royal flush beats a wild pair.”

“We are absolutely moist with laughter.”

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And of course, even more important than my thousandth view or the Queens’ sixtieth year, the Mighty Wests Tigers racked up six in a row by putting 40 unanswered points on the hapless Canberra Raiders last Saturday. After a slow start to the season, in part due to the seemingly inevitable injuries to our forwards, its seems the Black & Gold have finally clicked into a rhythm. Last year we finished third. This year I really think we can repeat 2005’s glory and go all the way. It doesn’t hurt that the rep selectors seem intent on ignoring the form players – Beau Ryan, Aaron Woods, Liam Fulton – to fix the glaring weaknesses in the NSW Blues line-up, and thus minimising their chances of additional injuries. Currently fourth, there’s no reason why we can’t dominate the second half of the season and finish top two, or even first (okay, that would need the very impressive & consistent Melbourne Storm to fall into a fiery pit and not play any more games this year). Anyway, the important thing is ………… GO TIGERS!

Possibly the greatest logo in all the universe

 

Cheers,
Darryn

Poem: COURAGE

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Wow,  its been more than 2 weeks since I last posted here. In my defence, work got a bit hectic and I was a bit unwell for a while as well. But mostly, as I think I may have mentioned when I first started blogging, I tend to get lazy. I am probably the least motivated person I know. The only reason I get out of bed in the morning is so I can get tired enough for my afternoon nap – I don’t want to doze off too close to bed time at night or I feel ripped off.
But anyway, I’m back, and apparently sometime in the last two weeks this blog registered its thousandth view, for which I thank you. I might have a look at the stats and bore you all to death tomorrow with some fascinating breakdowns on what posts have been most popular and so forth. Whatever … it beats doing anything strenuous.

Courage

Take heart!
When things are towering
Stand up, walk tall –
No point in cowering.
As bad as things seem,
However black your tone,
Reach out for a hand –
You are not alone.
When you cannot bear
One more thing to go wrong,
Turn to one who loves you,
Let them help you be strong.
Listen to their caring words
As they hold you tight.
Believe in what they say
When they say you’ll be alright.
Put your hand in their hand
And do not fear the dark
For with their love to carry you
The world is not so stark.
Take my advice, I’ve been there –
Didn’t think I’d make it through –
But my angel helped me all the way;
That’s what angels do.
So trust the one who loves you
And let them share the weight
‘Cause when there’s only half as much
The whole damn world looks great.

© Darryn Roberts 2002

Ramble: TRAVOLTA DROOLS, SUMMER COOLS, RABBITS RULE

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So, you hear all these rumours about John Travolta? If you’re unaware, 5 or 6 men have come out with increasingly graphic descriptions of their gay encounters with the Urban Cowboy. Travolta and his camp have denied or ignored all these ‘revelations’ but you have to wonder, don’t you? My own theory is that Travolta is either trying to break away from, or gain more power within, the alleged ‘Church’ of Scientology and this is payback or warning of some sort (whether or not its true). I reckon they play dirty in that club for sure – hopefully they don’t come after me just for posting this (although I could use the readership…)

This sort of shit never happened to Tom Cr … oh, wait just a money-grabbin’ minute!

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While we’re on the celebrity news, sad news this week about the Queen of Disco, Donna Summer, who passed away this week. I am just old enough to remember when “Love to Love You Baby“, “I Feel Love”, and “Hot Stuff” were huge hits on the electonical wireless radio, and they are still played on the radio today (well, on the stations I listen to anyway). Farewell, classy lady.
Still, no reason to let a good pun slip by unused – thanks to Ian Bateman for the one captioning this pic.

I know what you did last, Summer.
You rattled.

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One of things my wife and I do is foster small animals, rabbits & guinea pigs mostly. If you’re on my Facebook, you will have seen many photos of our various houseguests, who we look after until they are lucky enough to find a permanent home. I could, I suppose, post all of those photos here if people ask me to, but if you’re interested in learning more about the shelter we work with and seeing some of the critters we’ve assisted, head over to Porsche’s Rescue and have a look. In the meantime, here’s some sample cuteness.

Tara and Puffin. NAWWWWWWWWW!

 

Cheers, Darryn

 

 

 

Poem: ODE TO THE IBIS

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A few days back I mentioned that I’d misplaced a poem, and a couple of days after that I praised my lovely wife Tara. So, naturally, with a large dollop of appropriate serendipity, Tara then found my missing poem, which I present for you below. Enjoy!

Ode to the Ibis

O! Long legged bird with the probing bill;
Sacred symbol of Thoth;
Black & white eater of rubbish renowned;
To praise you I am quite loth.

O! Grubby invader of parkland;
Freeloading bandit of zoo;
Louse ridden and tapeworm infested;
Naught good can be said about you.

O! Pestilent threskiornithus;
Even your name causes grief;
Dirtiest bird in creation;
Scavenger, vermin & thief.

© Darryn Roberts 2007

Poem: MY ANGEL

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Have I mentioned that I’ve been sick lately? No, not ‘feeling up your cousin’ sick, ‘proper sick’ sick. I had the flu. In fact, I had the worst dose of the worst variety of flu ever known on planet Earth. I swear, nobody has ever been as unwell as I was for three days last week, and its a testament to my own fortitude that I managed to make it seem like it was only normal flu and I was just complaining a lot. However, no matter how awesomely self-correcting my immune system is, I would not have gotten better so quickly if not for the gracious and gentle ministrations of my lovely wife Tara. Not only does she have her own blog where you can find delicious and innovative recipes; not only does she run her own remedial massage business; she also makes a kickarse ginger-and-turmeric tea.
Seriously, I’m not much of anything, but I’d be far less without her.

My Angel

I have a guardian angel
Who watches over me.
Her skin is pure like alabaster.
Her eyes shine like eternity.

She is formed unto perfection,
Both on the inside and the out.
Her spirit is as lovely
As the sweet curves of her mouth.

When I’m lost or damaged,
When I’m sure that I’m in Hell,
My angel’s magic touches me
And tells me “All is well”.

She lights my way throughout each day;
She warms the coldest nights;
She makes my body feel alive;
She makes my soul take flight.

Her generosity is boundless,
And her capacity to care.
Even though I cannot always see her,
I always know she’s there.

Without my guardian angel
I’d be a crumpled, shambling mess,
But with her watching over me
I know, instead, I’m blessed.

© Darryn Roberts 2002

Poem: HEART OF LIFE

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Its Mother’s Day! Make sure you tell your mother, and everyone else’s mother that you might run into, how special they are. Hell of a job, being a mother – probably harder than anything I’ll ever have to do. I was lucky enough to be able to take my Mum (and my Dad) out for a lovely lunch today, but unfortunately had to miss out on dinner with my mother-in-law last night due to illness. I love them both dearly though, and I hope they know it.

Heart of Life

Under Your heart
from before I was ‘I’
Next to Your heart
everytime I let cry
Warming Your heart
as I learned and I grew
Breaking Your heart
with the things I would do
Knowing Your heart
would always be there
Using Your heart
to carry my cares
Wishing Your heart
had never known sadness
Sorry Your heart
got hurt in my madness
Holding Your heart
ever precious and near
You gave me MY heart,
my own Mother dear.

© Darryn Roberts 2003

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