That November

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That November..

when we searched
for my name on a mug in Paris

A saxaphone delighted our souls on the metro

Under the stars we strolled along the canal
whilst indulging views of the Eiffel tower, lit up like a Christmas tree…

Where we drank the richest hot chocolate

Enjoyed a huge pizza in Provins
then climbed the city walls

Where we joined an anti war protest in Belgium
-admiring the camaraderie of her youth and their ‘live and let live’ attitude

Where we sat in a restaurant in Ghent and watched local children perform in the square

Where we spent a glorious autumn day in Bruges

The Grand Palace in Brussels, made us feel caught up in a fairytale.

Where Christmas markets decorated the streets
and the scent of cinnamon and cloves warmed our nostrils

Where we opened a door onto a balcony and were wowed by views of that city in Germany

Warm waffles, crepes and churros…
Chocolates and curry wurst, bratwurst and beer..
Ice rinks and chestnut trees covered in lights
Gloves, beanies, and a taste of hot egg nog

That November

2014

Remembering Jack

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The fifth of September,  his parent’s touched down

the first time they’d been to Phuket
it wasn’t a moment of joy for them both
but one they would never forget

Her eyes never smiled, she longed to believe
that somehow they had the wrong boy
Her beautiful son should be strong and alive
he’d always brought them so much joy

Five years is forever for parent’s who care,
did Jack know how much he was missed?
Was coming back home such a terrible thing?
Oh how could their lone son do this?

Welcomed by housemates from all walks of life
Stories and pictures were shared
Jack’s shell shocked parent’s were now in Jack’s world,
surprised that so many kids cared

His charm and his spirit, his mad sense of humour
Jack was amazingly kind
His daring, his warmth, and his constant good nature
he left a big fan club behind

Facebook was streaming from kids round the globe
Jack had touched all of their lives
So many reached out when they learned about Jack
..his parent’s had not realized

Jack couldn’t go home, he couldn’t go back
he couldn’t face life in that town
so Jack rode the wave on a mind blowing drug
ensuring he never came down

His funeral was open to all of Jack’s friends
Beds, food and drinks were provided
They came from all corners in tshirts and thongs
dad said ‘no dress code required’

And true to Jack’s style they all raised a glass
and laughingly talked about Jack
he would have been proud of the people he loved
and how much they all loved him back..

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Student’s Abroad

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I love to stalk your travels
and read your points of view
imagine all the sights and sounds
– the things you’re going through

I love to watch you tumble
then land back on your feet
grasp languages and cultures
you never thought you’d speak

I love to feel the rush
when someone takes the plunge
I’m there with you
Excited too!
Be brave out there dear ones

I love your crazy photo’s
the people you inspire
A traveller’s like a breath of Spring
awakening desire

I love to watch you settle
to see you’ve made a home
Stranger’s become family
so you won’t miss your own

I love to see you laughing
and knowing you’ll be fine
a whole new world has opened up
enjoy this precious time!

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Different

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Heard you described me
as being self absorbed
guess I deserve your lack of praise
Some things you hear should really be ignored
some people read you wrong, some days

I never please you
with the choices that I make
you’ll never understand my path
You need security, you see me as a flake
you say my lifestyle makes you laugh

I wrote a list
of all the things I did last year
-I never do the normal things
like driving trucks – yet another new career
I’m always keen to stretch my wings

Backpacked through Europe
got lost hopelessly in Rome
we spent the whole night on the street
No public transport there to take us home
it was the highlight, so to speak

We have our differences
and you know that’s okay
but there is one thing I would change
I never judge you
never criticise your way
I just wish you could do the same

Great Divides

We kissed a few frogs
and we dated some dogs
yeah we climbed into bed with some slime
It took time to learn
that it pays to discern
who should take up our money and time

We partied all night
got home drunk at daylight
feeling seedy and tired and spent
we could laugh at ourselves
and our hangover hells
man, it feels like those days came and went

‘I’m too sexy’ would play
while we danced round the place
we were looking for fun, friends and love
then I flew off one day
on a cheap one way plane
-the recession turned push into shove

I cashed in my bets
while you looked for To-lets
It was time to start living our lives
I found myself there
just a case and long hair
while you soon settled down …

-great divides

Now we catch up sometimes
and we talk of those times
when we didn’t know where we’d end up
It was crazy and wild
brings a genuine smile
some parts of us never grow up

I Am (not Neil Diamond)

Perth is fine
the sun shines most the time
and the feeling is laid back
Palm trees grow and rents are low
but you know, 
I keep thinking about ..
making my way back

I’m Sydney City born and raised
but nowadays,
I’m caught between two shores

Perth is fine but it ain’t home
Sydney’s home but it ain’t mine, no more

I am, I said
to my old man
and he replied ‘I understand’
I am, I cried
I am, said I
And I can’t change the way I feel
how hard I’ve tried

You ever hear the story about the Aussie girl who married a Danish prince
and moved to Denmark?
Well except for the names and a few other changes
if you talk about me,
that story’s my benchmark

But I’ve got an emptiness deep inside
and I’ve tried
but it won’t let me go
and I’m not a girl who likes to swear
but I’ve never cared
for the thought
of settling in one home

I am, I said
to my old man
and he replied ‘I understand’
I am, I cried
I am, said I
And I can’t change the way I am
how hard I’ve tried

Perth is fine
the sun shines most the time
and the feeling is laid back..

Calling Sydney

Calling Florence from the lobby
of a Hilton in the square
Can’t afford one night in Paris
but my darling, you don’t care

We’re two drifters on a journey
loving anything that’s new
we’d prefer to eat our dinner
on a park bench with a view

We could teach the peasants english
in a medieval town
just a pair of homing pigeons
who may never settle down

We can see the world through windows
on an intercity train
or cuddle up in Starbucks
while the streets soak up Spring rain

Calling Sydney from a phone box
on a steamy little street
where the echoes from the market place
are busy and upbeat

Piazza’s are our stomping ground
where buskers come to sing
we bring our store bought vino
and we drink in everything

We’re a world away from anyone
and years away from home
if we call, we’ll have to call collect
we’re skint but not alone

I’m Italian, then I’m German
I’m an Austrian for sure
but Amsterdam has changed me
– it’s the Dutch that I adore

No, really I’m an Aussie
and it’s time to say goodbye
but Europe you were wonderful
-real candy for the eye

Our memories will warm us
and leave us wanting more
I promise we’ll return real soon
and stay a year or more

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