Poetry

Although my heart has scares
My soul is strong and real

I found peace within and the
Strength I had once known
When your love appeared

Your beauty and wanting
Burnt love songs deep In my heart !
Your warmth protects my soul

My heart is now of pure crystal
Of purples and mauve and twirls
of Moon Shinning White

You have touched my heart
With your pure of soul
I can shut my eyes peacefully

And will always see
With you!!!

Behind the lush bold velvet curtains
hides the soul of Jazz.
Sultry lines of hazy smoke
Caresses the mood and Intimancy of
the basement blues.

The downstairs lounge is filled with lust
for live music, wine and laughter.
And one lady stands by never missing one
performance,
Humming each note that is played.

She is content to wait,
Ready for her curtain call.

Few have ever seen the Fat Lady Sing!!

Wanda Stafford

[1]This poem this written about The Brass Monkey Wine Bar at Cronulla. On the stage, behind the thick felt curtains there is a Mural that I consider amazing.  The reason being is that when you are watching a band, the Mural seems to be part of the band. It is an illusion that I think was very clever of the Artist…however, the people that now own the Wine Bar choose to cover this mural up with a thick curtain due to the sounding they state.  I have a photo of part of the mural of the woman on the wall…….which is what the poem is about……….2007

FROM DEAD BLUE EYES
TOUCHED BY WATER
SPILLED INTO COLOURS
TATTOOED DEEP IN MY HEART

EACH CREATION CHIPS
INTO MY SOUL
DROWNING IN
OVER-COMMITTED PASSION

This is about creativity, painting.
 

Why I allowed you to pick me I do not know,
You were not content with mere beauty,
you placed me in a vase.

Slowly you pulled each petal,
…….one by one!

Of course it hurt!
But for you it did not matter.

There was one thing you forgot my Love.

Once you had plucked the last petal,
All you left was the stem,
which possessed thorns.

...Do not touch me now,
For all that is left
WILL DRAW BLOOD..........

[1]This was written after my first female relationship tore my heart apart. 1988. Wanda Stafford
 

I believe flowers should be admired by the people that can see their beauty and colour and life
Like the wind and rain
And the bees and birds
And Butterflies
and even the little Lady Bugs!

But, someone has picked these flowers
So fresh , such beauty
To give with love from the heart
To bring a smile of joy ,a grin
To a friend so beautiful as you
Loz!

Happy Birthday from Sarah and Wanda and a waggy tail from Gemma and Mr. Dudwee

Mr whippy soft icecream song
smiles are glowing. excitment burns
Can you hear the Summer Sunday Sensation Song

A wanting hurry,
I want one NOW!!
A penny for your thoughts!

Will i have chocolate twirls and
sparkels , or just desire Peaches and Cream?
And there’s a Topping of hundreds and thousands
WILL I BE ALLOWED?!

Pirouettes, wide eyes
running to the Music of the
Ice Cream Wonder Land
Did you hear it ,?
Want to skip with me
hearts are pounding
Experience the taste,
the tantelizing sensation
on the tip of your toungue
Come indulge with me!!!

'ANGER'

A feeling of one thousand stinging nettles
clammering all at once to protrude through
the pours of wounded flesh.

Explosions of hot springs at boiling point
blubbling around your unsuspecting senses
and hot ambers being thrown into a festering sore.

Five thousand fingers poking into your face
thrusting nothing but violence into your soul.

And the explosion of dilated, fixed pupils
concaves the mind spinning it into a confused
melting eruption of fear and anger and
destruction of souls!

And then unforgiving silence!!

by Wanda Stafford

Sundays

The walk of Boom-Bars flying free
Of chasing hearts and chemistry
You catch a glance in her eyes
A knowing want, a risking Not

The wind flows free and waves they prance
And time ticks by while your heart pounds fast
The sun bursts through clouds, and rain and dark
Treacherous skies
The sand is soft , sea salt
Dogs run by so free, alive

Sunday walks , holding hands
Freedom our hearts pound
To the rhythmical lapping sound
Water . Sand... You and Me!!

WHY DO THEY COME HOME?

Inside the walls of a peaceful suburban street
the serials are starting in 5 minutes
and there is no time to change from the
'ever-so-comfy' flanelette gown and slippers.

The good little "MRS" plonks herself down,
eyes glued to Days of Our Lives and General Hospital,
and that damn kid is screaming again!
....He will have to wait until the next add break.

Vacuum cleaner is sleeping in the hallway,
while the 'Handsome Hubbies" out trying to earn
himself a bed in Intenstive Care,
....or on a positive note,
A beer with the boys and five!

Oh look,
its that time already,
"Your dinner is in the oven, I'm watching the Soapies"
the little wife screams as she lights another fag,
............on a very average day.

Wanda Stafford