tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174849792011-07-14T09:57:34.374+08:00Lindsay Byrneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11030132436987752741noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17484979.post-2406473289694892132010-03-09T17:00:00.000+08:002010-03-08T06:34:35.459+08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4jr_LJbH9Hs/RrwpxXR6e8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/qFAEyf2EVvU/s1600-h/Copy+of+NZ+2005+Holday++Pictures+020.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096994806316039106" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4jr_LJbH9Hs/RrwpxXR6e8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/qFAEyf2EVvU/s400/Copy+of+NZ+2005+Holday++Pictures+020.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17484979-240647328969489213?l=johnbranspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lindsaylobenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17484979.post-1128508688210255842010-03-08T18:20:00.000+08:002010-03-08T06:33:42.439+08:00Thankyou for visiting. <a href="http://lindsaylobe.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Click here</span></a> here for my main website.<br /><br />Included here are some poems, composed quickly mostly in response to either events or postings or with friends in mind.<br /><br />Youth - for Laura' son on reaching his 18th birthday in 2010<br /><br />Cherish a youth free from lingering doubts,<br />Sustained in vigor I have confidence he shouts !<br />Hope springs eternal from his loving home;<br />Love from parents is written in stone<br /><br />Step back to reflect your future to see !<br />New companions in space will enter their plea,<br />Blossoms will bloom for a new path is on loan<br />Sweet perfume has found a new home<br /><br />Eltham, Melbourne.<br /><br />Yarra River reflects her golden suns rays<br />Landscape resplendent of soft potter’s clay;<br />Valleys, streams, fragrant eucalypt scent<br />Bring verse of praise to our our poets lips<br /><br />The bellbirds ring out in streets where we play<br />The magpies warble carols to herald each day;<br />In gullies of wattle, of ghostly grey gums<br />From first clear trickle to valleys beyond<br /><br />As the soils crumbles down the steep slopes<br />To join the fast currents and over sharp rocks<br />Brown water rapids, river flows upside down<br />Onward her course over life’s sacred ground<br /><br />The folowing poem is about a Sawggie with Barrie in mind.<br /><br />Swagmen<br /><br />Bend in the river seen in fading haze,<br />Swagman pauses to steady his gaze.<br />Birds cry warnings, in fading daylight;<br />Pray rest swaggie under a pale moonlight.<br />Swaggie heeded his feathered friend’s call<br />Made up his campfire for billy to boil.<br /><br />Daybreak, rested, smoked borrowed fag<br />Refreshed for ever to carry the swag ;<br />To wander the bush, to live off the land;<br />Odd jobs for farmers in need of a hand<br /><br />The romance of the bush no longer I see<br />Or his picture with swag on a packet of tea<br />His tuckers all gone, like nations first dawn<br />Trees morn swaggie all alone and forlorn<br /><br />The river’s currents are guided by stars<br />From their mountain streams to oceans afar;<br />Ghost of swaggie rests in it’s fresh air<br />Freedom at last to roam without care<br /><br />Best wishes<br /><br />All wishes that we do create<br />A secret wish to tempt our fate<br />Plea to keep like fondest treasures<br />But needs are met in spirits measure<br /><br />For we cannot ever be satisfied<br />From all that is of earthly pride<br />In powers haste, pray contemplate<br />Before our wish becomes too late<br /><br /><br />Peace<br /><br />The era of the terrorist gave fear a new way<br />Ruled out all compassion for military sway<br />Speak of the devil beware Christian cloak<br />Time for renewal, cast off bitter yoke<br /><br />Arise now new leaders with hearts restored<br />Justice to homeland and for all those abroad<br />God of non violence, your message to heed<br />Honour the fallen, troop’s home god -speed<br /><br />Peace<br /><br />May a peace arise,from mother’s earthly state<br />To banish that terror and all conscious hate<br />Dawn of sun rays to nourish dear land<br />Grow a new peace and take a new stand<br /><br />Banish anger and ferocious warfare<br />Banish all violence, to forgive and to care<br />Peace be a guardian, a promise to forfill<br />To alleviate hunger, for peace and goodwill<br /><br />Picture post<br /><br />Does picture speak to intended deeds<br />Summary retreat for a pilgrims needs<br />Words of wisdom at your command<br />Lonely road to a promised land<br /><br />milk<br /><br />A mother's milk tis nature’s best measure<br />Fat, sugar,proteins, natures’ best treasures<br />Breast fed infants do smile in delight<br />Breast formula infant’s bonne appetite<br /><br />Breast milk with all those antibodies<br />Fights off bacteria its infectious disease<br />For Mothers milk both sterile and sweet<br />Mother’s milk is Babies instant relief<br /><br />No need to mix a modern milkshake<br />No bottles to warm for infant awake<br />Babies secure, contented, well-fed<br />Soaks mums energy for weight loss instead<br /><br />Easier for Mum to shed extra pounds<br />Wellbeing enhanced,gains all around<br />Breastfeeding bonds baby to mum<br />Breast fed baby bonded with mum<br /><br />Retirement<br /><br />Chapters has ended of Val’s work book<br />Library bookmarks is Val's last look<br /><br />Librarians party was one not to compare<br />Bubbly champagne as Val lets down her hair<br /><br />Chapters unwritten, thoughts left for your mates<br />Retirement thoughts now thoughts to relate<br /><br />Sunlight<br /><br />17 years of Rays sunlight<br />Devoted husband, granddaddy's delight<br /><br />Rays delight was to see you roam free<br />Brings you ice water and cups of warm tea<br /><br />Your navigator, map reader your disc jockey<br />Loving companion of life's deep blue sea<br /><br />Washes dirty dishes, floors and laundry<br />Red roses to Ann, Rays amazing story<br /><br />Brain<br /><br />Brain is billions of thoughts of mankind<br />Heartbeats in time to your masterly mind<br /><br />2 billion decisions for no conscious effort<br />Energised thoughts for a mind over matter<br /><br />Time for thanks for your precious mind<br />Faithful thoughts all available on line<br /><br />Angels are guides<br /><br />Angel’s images, of a spiritual kind<br />Angel’s myths, are minds of mankind<br />Angels spirits, are real life- time<br />Angels words, dont have to rhyme<br /><br />Rivers of light, are light filled mythology<br />Reverent light, is light filled theology<br />Space filled light, is light filled insight<br />Observable light, is a spirits delight<br /><br />Beauty awakes for their beauties sake<br />Knowledge for a knowledge estate<br />Servant’s truth of their Master’s face<br />Angel spirits in earthly embrace<br /><br />Rivers of light, light filled mythology<br />Reverent light, light filled theology<br />Space filed light, light filled insight<br />Observable light, a spirit delight<br /><br />Solomon Islands<br /><br />Bitter wind<br />Mourn a saving peace<br />Rage riots renew<br /><br />Sea change<br /><br />The water is emotions from a deep blue sea<br />The waters blue colour for a Rocker to see<br />Cool swinger’s reflection of foamy waves past<br />Crystal clear memories to cool a warm heart<br /><br />Oceans as deep as the mountains outside<br />Seas play new tunes at the turn of the tide<br />Corals gothic windows are splendours to please<br />But carols of the birds is to fly overseas<br /><br />holidays<br /><br />Time for your special memory bliss<br />Childhood at 40, whatever you wish<br /><br />Steadfast in beliefs and fairness for all<br />Education in travel is Mommy's big call<br /><br />Blogs a treat, family, one and all<br />Thought to share for all who call<br /><br />Children’s delight, your life, their light<br />Hearts so dear it lights up the night<br /><br />All I can do, is wish your sweet heart<br />Warm sunny rays to reward a warm heart<br /><br />blogging<br /><br />Time for your special memory bliss<br />Childhood at 40, whatever you wish<br /><br />Steadfast in beliefs and fairness for all<br />Trolls better p’off is your rightful blog call<br /><br />Blogs still a treat, JuBlu welcomes us all<br />Blue and mature for all who call<br /><br />Democrats delight, your life, their light<br />Minds so clear it lights up my night<br /><br />All I can do, is wish your sweet heart<br />Sunny hoo- rays tis Demo’s warm hearts<br /><br />I fell over yesterday and damaged my arm<br />Plaster in place but no further harm<br /><br />Fracture in elbow my X-rays displayed<br />Rays I send for your elbows less pain<br /><br />soft breeze<br /><br />Soft breeze of life affirmation<br />Whispering your confirmation<br />Wonderment to listen and hear<br />Mystery and life’ sweet fears<br /><br />Can your hear the far off gongs<br />Brass resounds I found you<br />I found you ! I found you !<br />Sounds that clear you tears and fears<br /><br />Let it beat in your sweet heart<br />Feel the pulse its your fresh voice<br />Fill the air with your reverent care<br /><br />playing<br /><br />A freedom to play like the mother they trust<br />Dust into mud from a Mother's earth crust<br /><br />The earth’s rich dust is warmed by the sun<br />Warmed in the sun, her freedom is won<br /><br />Power and glory, not what they seek<br />Sweet mother earth, tis mud on their feet<br /><br />Awaken a dreaming, come to our mind<br />love one another as a child of mankind<br /><br />We are dust of earth of Mother Nature’s toil<br />Freedom to bloom from a mother’s rich soil<br /><br />Trust one another, tis your freedom to say<br />Trust one another like a child as it plays<br /><br />Robes<br /><br />Spring is in the air in the rustle of the breeze<br />Spring is in the air in the whispers of the trees<br />And changes are coming soon<br />Lenten robes of sweet blooms<br /><br />Spring is in the air, so make your fresh start<br />Spring is in the air, so grow your sweet heart<br />And changes are coming soon<br />Lenten robes of sweet blooms<br /><br />Spring is in the air, in your blue sky<br />Spring is in the air, birds cry as they fly<br />And changes are coming soon<br />Lenten robes of sweet blooms<br /><br />Birds renew a faith in mother soil<br />Nourish a faith, of dear natures toil<br />And changes are coming soon<br />Lenten robes of sweet blooms<br /><br />Birds<br /><br />Their orign from Dinosaurs who evolved into Birds following global warming as consequance of a meteorite crashing into earth long ago. Here is a poem I composed with that theme in mind.<br /><br />Meteorite lands on earths fragile life crust<br />Its fiery explosion is its atomic red dust<br />Climatic upheaval, new hothouse estate<br />A Dinosaurs home is no longer this place<br /><br />Dinosaurs evolve to follow natures new plan<br />Newly created from hot desert winds sand<br />The earths renewal is from fiery new heart<br />The earths survival gives old life a new start<br /><br />The earths re birth is its creative life state<br />Dinosaur birds now seek their new mates<br />Evolved new life with their mighty new wings<br />Refreshed new creation now sings of new things<br /><br />The deep oceans currents are still guided by stars<br />As the birds migration are white dots from afar<br />The earth is refreshed as they soar through the air<br />The joys of new freedoms for birds without care<br /><br />overseas<br /><br />Oh that’s so cool, for New Orleans jazz is so hot<br />You can hit the high notes, if your in the right spot<br />Laugh in the sun and laugh in the rain<br />No matter it seems, if its on Wisconsin plains<br /><br />Wales is the land for your petite appetite<br />Poland is the land for your soft polish hands<br />Dream a new dream of a new promised land<br />Dream is Wisconsin your special dream state<br /><br />Rally<br /><br />They gathered for peace, in spirit they trust<br />Their spirits protested that the war was not just<br />Reverence for life, for a reverent new state<br />Let peace find its home, its new homecoming place<br /><br />Truth was their master, a new journey to seize<br />Peace is their life for a life more at ease<br />Peace is their home for a new homecoming please<br />Peace is life’s welcome for no violence to heed<br /><br />shoes<br />Theses boots were made for flowers<br />Picture worn small boots with flowers growing out of them !<br /><br />Walk in the sunshine and walk in the rain<br />Walk with your new boots without any pain<br />Walk in the bushland and walk on you beach<br />Walk in your forest or a town within reach<br /><br />Time for new creation, a new flowery place<br />Time for new companions to grow in that space<br />Blossoms to bloom a new path is on loan<br />Reassured sweet perfume has found its new home<br /><br />With a dignity in your new promised land<br />Walk with friends with a warm conscious hand<br />Walk in the wind to blow your ship out to sea<br />Walk in contentment for your children to see<br /><br />Time for new creation, a new flowery place<br />Time for new companions to grow in that space<br />Blossoms to bloom a new path is on loan<br />Reassured sweet perfume has found a new home<br /><br />blog<br /><br />What will I do with my new blog start?<br />Create a few more when I feel a warm heart<br />What will I do just give out advice?<br />Maybe it’s going to add spice to my life!!<br /><br />What will I do when I’m not feeling well?<br />Post pretty pictures and moan bloody hell<br />What will I do with a new coaching school?<br />Post a new post and try and stay cool<br /><br />What will I do if I have no new thoughts?<br />Call on the force to be my new voice<br />What will I do if I’m sick when I start?<br />Call 100 bloggers to rev up my heart<br /><br />What happens to the thoughts on your past blogs?<br /><br />Where do thoughts go as blog ceases to be<br />How will it be when you press a delete key<br />Where do thoughts go as blog ceases to be<br />Are those kind thoughts allowed to roam free<br /><br />Where do thoughts go as blog ceases to be<br />Time of passover, over time you will see<br />Where do thoughts go as blog ceases to be<br />Enter past thoughts on a new blog LB!<br /><br />Where do thoughts go as blog ceases to be<br />Where do they go when Google has fees<br />Where do thoughts go as blog ceases to be<br />Restored and united for a new world to see<br /><br />Where do thoughts go as blog ceases to be<br />Mind now the line of a haunting refrain<br />Where do thoughts go as blog ceases to be<br />Continues forever no need to explain?<br /><br />Flowers<br /><br />Walk in the sunshine and walk in the rain<br />These little boots give joy without pain<br />Walk in the bushland and walk on the beach<br />Walk in the forest or a town within reach<br /><br />Time for new creation a new flowery place<br />Time for new companions to grow in that place<br />Blossoms do bloom as your boots are on loan<br />Reassured flowers have found their new home<br /><br />Symphony of Creation.<br /><br />Form, of mystery, light spread out from sing-ul-ar-ity<br />A form, continues, with each breath, symbol of my life as yet<br />So, let me know no more, that I may know the splendor<br />Of the light filled, ONE agenda<br /><br />Form of ONE, itself to know<br />Form of two, a desire of ONE<br />Form of memory, the ONE it knows<br />The ONE true Light of Love<br /><br />Form, is it but our own reflection, illusions of our expectation<br />Hidden in the time of present, lonely in its own pure presence<br />Continued on, deep within us,calling forth, our own surrender<br />Of the light filled, ONE agenda.<br /><br />Form of ONE, itself to know<br />Form of two, a desire of ONE<br />Form of memory, the ONE it knows<br />The ONE true Light of Love<br /><br />Form of worm hole travel backwards,space time changes state<br />The conscious mind now existing, listens always, emotions birth<br />Thoughts will now last forever, guided by a spirits a light<br />To the light filled ONE agenda.<br /><br />Form of ONE, itself to know<br />Form of two, a desire of ONE<br />Form of memory, the ONE it knows<br />The ONE true Light of Love<br /><br />Mind<br /><br />The mind so restless, emotions upset<br />A mind in a dance, longing for rest<br />Peace and fulfillment its quest to reflect<br />We are dust of the earth, a new space to create<br /><br />The truth for her is to be patient and kind<br />Wounds of a mind need compassion and time<br />A mind needs some rest, a refreshed spirit will find<br />We are dust of the earth, a new space to create<br /><br />A mind is as different as is each conscious state<br />It emotions respond, a truth to relate<br />It's free to respond when we decide it's that time<br />We are dust of the earth, a new space to create<br /><br />Sometimes it falters and it's not what we see<br />The spirit is present, the worlds our identity<br />A hurtful exchange, unintended tragedy<br />We are dust of the earth, a new space to create<br /><br />Behold the thunder, lightning, re birth<br />The birth of a thought, imprisoned so far<br />The act of forgiveness, the heavens will sing<br />We are dust of past earth, new space now created.<br /><br />Yarra River<br />Sun rays reflection on a brown river affair<br />Trees guard its secrets no time for despair<br />A haven for birds their tales are to share<br />The truth’s in their twitters, loves in the air<br /><br />It’s a June morning, cold with no breeze<br />Rivers is calm, not a ripple to see<br />Ghostly apparitions appear shrouded in fog<br />Tall city buldings from out of the smog<br /><br />Yarra flows upside down with no sound<br />Too thick for swimmmers, none to be found<br />Nature’s intention to flow in that way<br />Winding its way through surburbs does play<br /><br />It’s almost ten times as long as it’s straight<br />Reminder of twists and our current fate<br />Steadfast in resolve to follow new paths<br />Torrent or trickle its plays it’s best part<br /><br />Child<br /><br />The dream of the child from a mother’s rich dust<br />The dust of her dreaming from a poet we trust<br />Inspires deep within in us a mind to be kind<br />A reverent mind for a child of mankind<br /><br />The earth’s agony is hot winds from our sun<br />A human dominion but no freedom has won<br />The power and glory and what we all seek<br />To tame mother earth to be at our feet<br /><br />A truth is the eyes of the heart of a stone<br />To see the life cycle and leave it alone<br />Awaken a new dreaming to come in our mind<br />Consciousness gathers a new thinking to find<br /><br />To trust one another, a new progress to make<br />To love one another for that poets child sake<br /><br />Consciousness<br /><br />The first conscious mind guides us out of the trees<br />The first conscious thought was to do as we please<br />Evolved conscious mind now tries to conform<br />Aware of conscious thoughts is to be so informed<br /><br />The air is our journey to dance in your mind<br />The water is your journey a cool stream it will find<br />The fire is that energy to create your mind state<br />The mind is a mystic of our earthly estate<br /><br /><br />Continuum<br />Our space is a continuum<br />Of space and time within that space<br />Of particles to waves in space<br />Of waves to particles in that space<br /><br />Our space is a continuum<br />Our food for life within that space<br />Our food for thoughts in that space<br />Our lights reflection in that space<br /><br />Our space is a continuum<br />Of dualities of time and space<br />Of single times to multiverse<br />Of universe to multiverse<br /><br />Our space is a continuum<br />Its energy is our quantum state<br />Energy from dyeing stars<br />Recreate our new life state<br /><br />wind of past<br /><br />Mind was in search of a fragrant new start<br />Mind was rewarded by posts from warm heart<br />Mind now refreshed, a new spirit will find<br />Mind now healed will be the past sign<br /><br />Thoughts now explain it’s time to let go<br />Thoughts that allow your new spirit to grow<br />Thoughts to find room for a spirits new space<br />Thoughts now accept the challenges you face<br /><br />Sweep through your day with your heavenly twin<br />Sweep through your day to a new daily spin<br />Sweep through your day and embrace your sweet heart<br />Sweep through your day like the worlds at your feet<br /><br />Your mood is surprise, for changes were fast<br />Your mood please confirm is freedom at last<br />You mood is surprise, for our world changes fast<br />Your mood I suspect is a free spirit at last<br /><br />I don’t have the answers, just words for your ear<br />I think life is mystery, its meaning not clear<br />Can I sense your mood change that moment at last?<br />Your mind is free from a hot wind of the past<br /><br />Whispering Spheres<br /><br />As the sunset rays cast their fading light<br />Birds fly past to rest for the night<br />Night air cools as the sky is at dusk<br />Farwell to our toils time for our rest<br /><br /><em>Whispering spheres of a neo light form </em><br /><em>Spiritual heavens in explosion and storm</em><br /><em>Peace is that energy a dream for your mind</em><br /><em>Peace and rest for a mind of that kind</em><br /><em></em><br />The moon beams alight and rest on our skin<br />Heavenly spheres, our heavenly next of kin<br />whispers of hope to enter your mind<br />Refresh and to heal for all humankind<br /><br /><em>Whispering spheres of a neo light form</em><br /><em>Spiritual heavens in explosion and storm</em><br /><em>Peace is that energy a dream for your mind</em><br /><em>Peace and rest for a mind of that kind</em><br /><br />A universe reveals each night its rebirth<br />New stars are born, death is new light<br />Time and space are our one universe<br />Continues forever its beginning in light<br /><br /><em>Whispering spheres of a neo light form</em><br /><em>Spiritual heavens in explosion and storm</em><br /><em>Peace is that energy a dream for your mind</em><br /><em>Peace and rest for a mind of that kind</em><br /><br />Dawn approaches a light of daybreak<br />Birds fly in and herald the day<br />Sweet note refreshed to sing of a new way<br />Awaken a mind, open thinking to day<br /><br /><em>Whispering spheres of a neo light form</em><br /><em>Spiritual heavens rebirth every night</em><br /><em>Peace is the light of the dream of your mind</em><br /><em>Refreshed and ready to heal for humankind</em><br /><br /><em>Wounded Earth </em><br /><br />The heavens expand forever in light<br />A spirit of energy with all of its might<br />Its intentions are clear, no anger from heat<br />Compassion and reverence to all at its feet<br /><br />The earth is its identity like a childhood embrace<br />Its inhabitants restrict poor nature its place<br />Depletes mother earth of land water and air<br />Flash from red sunspots, a message board date<br /><br />Behold your light flickers; its light is less bright<br />Wrestle your conscious, your rivers loose flow<br />The land soon a desert, I see through dim light<br />Its time for re birth, its time for new life<br /><br />We share in the wounds of a glorious earth<br />Time for healing, to embrace its wide girth<br />Sustain what’s sustainable, our garden of life<br />Continue forever as our precious light<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17484979-112850868821025584?l=johnbranspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lindsaylobenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17484979.post-1143335362298714552006-03-26T09:06:00.000+08:002006-11-13T17:05:06.781+08:00Hatchers Laundry in Melbourne was founded in 1850.<br />At that time Australia was still receiving transported criminals from England mainly for petty thefts and the total white population was only 267,000.<br />The Aboriginal remnant was thought to be far less in number.A year later gold was discovered in Victoria and the rapid population increase led to demand for laundry services which swelled the coffers.<br />At the turn of the century the demand for linen services continued and the company grew quickly to be one of the larger employers of workers in Melbourne.<br />It adapted its services over the ensuing years to offer hire and sale of industrial garments, dust mats and washroom services and later Roller Towels.As the decline of manufacturing continued it reverted back to its original roots as primarily a linen hire company.I drove past the establishment yesterday and decided on a post with a poem outlining its interesting history.<br /><br />Hatchers Laundry<br /><br />Age of cleanliness in Florence Nightingales time<br />Nurses with clean linen for beds all in a line<br />Hatchers Laundry built under Gas lights<br />Washed dirty linen until spotlessly white<br /><br />The demand for clean linen, Laundry would meet<br />200 tonnes was wahed every week<br />Horse drawn deliveries to large estates<br />God help a driver who happened to be late<br /><br />Demands of fashions, was a spotless start<br />Boots for hire of types that will last<br />Overalls and Towels, for clean work place<br />Vans replace horses to just keep apace <br /><br />Washers purchased for needs that mount<br />Programmed to deliver loads by their route<br />Uniforms ablaze, clients colours and name<br />Delivered to lockers individualy so named<br /><br />Mood changed, close garment shop<br />Uniforms costly so washing must stop<br />Computers replaced the dirt and grime<br />As Hatchers Laundry delivers on time<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17484979-114333536229871455?l=johnbranspost.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lindsaylobenoreply@blogger.com0