LOVE v HATE
Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 1:16 pm
An old one of mine I stumbled across - must have been written just after I came off the property and a lot has changed since then. I no longer have chooks or sheep to feed and my Mum is well past making cakes these days or indeed even cups of tea.
LOVE v HATE … Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet … 22.11.09
I love the smell of sugar in the cane. The sweetness of it drifts across the plain
as to the sheep I feed the cane that's crushed, topped with molasses...ain't it sweet enough?
I love the smell of welcome summer rain. And winters, springs and autumns just the same.
I even like the smell of mud fresh turned, mixed with the sheep manure that hooves have churned.
I love the smell of babies freshly bathed, and powdered, as into their cribs they’re laid.
Their tiny hands and oh so tiny feet. So fragile yet amazingly complete.
I love to hear the Kookaburra laugh. He cackles from the tree above the path
as down into my garden beds he flies, and snatches up another tasty prize.
I love to hear the cackling of my chooks, and watch these fluffy powder puffs. Such sooks,
as they scratch, bathing in dust as chooks must. Their antics make me laugh until I bust.
I love to watch my two dogs as they sleep. Paws twitching and jowls flapping as they keep
a dream alive of something they were chasing. It must have been exciting, hearts are racing.
I love to watch my old Mum as she makes a cup of tea for me and puts out cakes
fresh baked by her this morning, forewarning of my visit all it takes.
I love the smell of Bourbon on the rocks. The smoky taste, as my taste buds it shocks.
Noted the amber shade as it goes down. Remembered. Only ice cubes left around.
From reading this, one thinks of joy I sing.. Perhaps you thought 'she just loves everything'
For true to me pleasures are simply found, in the everyday happenings around.
I have no time for people though who lie or use harsh words to wound or vilify
and race discrimination I despise...why must there be such hatred in our eyes.
I hate to see an animal abused, by those who should know better but don't choose
to use the common sense that God did give. My thought is they be not allowed to live.
I hate to see a child who from neglect, or lack of love has lost their self respect.
You see them heading out on the wrong track, but without love and trust, they won’t come back.
I hate to see a woman sadly cry, because her heart is broken. I ask - Why?
For who knows what secrets in her heart dwell. She has them but it’s doubtful she will tell.
And such sadness for those left after loss of one they loved, their raw emotions toss
on the oceans of life. An endless flow of pain time lessens as I surely know.
No matter though, for now the story’s told. As ageless still as time for young and old.
There's nothing new, God creates and disposes and life goes on. It’s not a bed of roses.
But still I love the sugary smell of cane, and memories are pictures in my brain.
I love the life I've lived despite some pain, and in a heartbeat would live it again.
LOVE v HATE … Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet … 22.11.09
I love the smell of sugar in the cane. The sweetness of it drifts across the plain
as to the sheep I feed the cane that's crushed, topped with molasses...ain't it sweet enough?
I love the smell of welcome summer rain. And winters, springs and autumns just the same.
I even like the smell of mud fresh turned, mixed with the sheep manure that hooves have churned.
I love the smell of babies freshly bathed, and powdered, as into their cribs they’re laid.
Their tiny hands and oh so tiny feet. So fragile yet amazingly complete.
I love to hear the Kookaburra laugh. He cackles from the tree above the path
as down into my garden beds he flies, and snatches up another tasty prize.
I love to hear the cackling of my chooks, and watch these fluffy powder puffs. Such sooks,
as they scratch, bathing in dust as chooks must. Their antics make me laugh until I bust.
I love to watch my two dogs as they sleep. Paws twitching and jowls flapping as they keep
a dream alive of something they were chasing. It must have been exciting, hearts are racing.
I love to watch my old Mum as she makes a cup of tea for me and puts out cakes
fresh baked by her this morning, forewarning of my visit all it takes.
I love the smell of Bourbon on the rocks. The smoky taste, as my taste buds it shocks.
Noted the amber shade as it goes down. Remembered. Only ice cubes left around.
From reading this, one thinks of joy I sing.. Perhaps you thought 'she just loves everything'
For true to me pleasures are simply found, in the everyday happenings around.
I have no time for people though who lie or use harsh words to wound or vilify
and race discrimination I despise...why must there be such hatred in our eyes.
I hate to see an animal abused, by those who should know better but don't choose
to use the common sense that God did give. My thought is they be not allowed to live.
I hate to see a child who from neglect, or lack of love has lost their self respect.
You see them heading out on the wrong track, but without love and trust, they won’t come back.
I hate to see a woman sadly cry, because her heart is broken. I ask - Why?
For who knows what secrets in her heart dwell. She has them but it’s doubtful she will tell.
And such sadness for those left after loss of one they loved, their raw emotions toss
on the oceans of life. An endless flow of pain time lessens as I surely know.
No matter though, for now the story’s told. As ageless still as time for young and old.
There's nothing new, God creates and disposes and life goes on. It’s not a bed of roses.
But still I love the sugary smell of cane, and memories are pictures in my brain.
I love the life I've lived despite some pain, and in a heartbeat would live it again.
