Poetry among the stained glass windows – a virtual opportunity to participate

I haven’t written any poetry for years! I love to read other people’s  original works and may be tempted to write some of my own.

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detail of a stained glass windows with the CoA of royal France in the chapel of Château de Breteuil, France. XVIIIth century (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today’s blog presents a unique opportunity to take part in a writing exercise. There is special provision made for VIRTUAL participation. This is thanks to my neighbour, friend and fellow WordPress blogger, Ted.

Your poem may be selected for inclusion in an anthology, the copyright of the poem remains with you, and you are free to re-print or publish your poem elsewhere at any time.

I have included a link

http://stainedglasspoetry.wordpress.com/ that will tell you all you need to know to take part. I have also copied the information about Virtual participation to hopefully encourage you to look further at the WordPress site established for the Writing Morning.

If you would like some historical information about this beautiful old church then go to: Some historical information is HERE

From Ted’s blog:

‘Virtual’ participation

If you are unable to come to Busselton to take part in our writers’ morning, then participate online.

Click on ‘HOME” and explore the windows by scrolling down and down. On the ‘HOME’ page, you will find the windows and a brief description of each.

Or, click on ‘WINDOWS – IN THE CHURCH’ or ‘WINDOWS – IN THE PORCH’ where I have uploaded a thumbnail of each window.

The images are high-resolution, so you can look at each window in detail by clicking on the thumbnail or smaller image.

Then write any poetry inspired by the windows – or by the church itself.

It helps if you can fill in the ‘Submissions Form‘ electronically and send it with your poems. Otherwise download the Submission Form and entrust your poems to the postal services.

Or click here ….Submission sheet

I hope you will take part. I think I will make a virtual contribution as well.



PS If you have any queries you can leave a comment for me and I can pass them onto Ted for you 🙂

Why blogging is important to me

so many interesting blogs around the world!

My blogging journey has a few twists and turns, steps forward and steps backwards, sometimes around in circles. It is true that I write to express some of my  inner most thoughts, feelings, fears and ideas, however I don’t want this blog to be one long rumination into “who am I and what am I doing here?” That is ok for a journal that I can write and no-one ever sees. My blog is for sharing with others, so I hope to rise above rumination! Sometimes it is harder than others 🙂

I started blogging to practise writing often and seem to have achieved that. Over the past 12 months I have posted around 250 topics. I really love doing the Weekly Photo Challenge too – that is a bonus because initially I had no interest in photography and now I get a real buzz out of it.

Today I really enjoy reading other people’s blogs. I subscribe to a diverse range of blogs and I really get a lot from each of them – the occasional sharing of an idea, a fear or a belief – a meeting of minds. Thanks to those of you who read mine.

Sometimes I love to share a poem through my blog. That is another bonus for me as I had forgotten how much I enjoy poetry and now I find myself poring over a poetry book for hours until one resonates with me. Sharing photos in my regular blogs is fun, however most of my electronic photos are of family and friends – I am slowing building a bigger choice of photos to use with my daily posts.

I wish I was funnier than I am  –  I would love to write blogs that brought a smile to people’s  faces 🙂

The greatest thing about blogging for me is to have an avenue to:

* express an opinion

* share an experience

* express my feelings

* tell a story from the past

* share a poem or some wisdom found in philosophy

* to converse with like-minded people

* learn about other parts of the world through the blogs I subscribe to (thanks Cocomino for  your fantastic blog about Japan!)

* contemplate some of the big questions in life

These are some of the many reasons that keep me blogging along. What inspires you to keep blogging or reading?

cheers for now


A poem by A.S.J. Tessimond

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Reading one of my poetry books today (Mainly Modern published by Rigby) I found a poem called Houses, that I would like to share with you. It is a bit obscure but I felt that the poets words said something important about the human condition. It is fairly dark and speaks to me about vulnerability. Can you see it from any other perspective?


People who are afraid of themselves

multiply themselves into families

and so divide themselves

and so become less afraid.

People who might have to go out

into clanging strangers’ laughter

crowd under roofs, make compacts

to no more than smile at each other.

People who might meet their own faces

or surprise their own faces in doorways

build themselves rooms without mirrors

and live between walls without echoes.

People who might meet other faces

and unknown voices round corners

build themselves rooms all mirrors

and live between walls all echoes.

People who are afraid to go naked

clothe themsleves in families, houses

but are still afraid of death

because death one day will undress them.

 Thanks for reading – go to A.S.J. Tessimond to see some more of his work.



A time to remember those we love

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Christmas time! We panic as the days and weeks fly by and we have so much to do. We have cards to send, presents to buy, people to visit. We worry that we may have forgotten someone or something.

It can be a lonely and a sad time for some people who are far from those they love. I lived a long distance from my extended family however I always found ways to make the most of the Christmas season with my three lads. Little traditions like setting up the Christmas tree, making the Christmas puddings, counting the sleeps until Santa comes.

I came across a little poem I would like to share with you today. It is called “Those We Love” and  written by Dorothy Quick in Philosopher Reflects and first published in 1955.







They say the earth is round – and yet

I often think it square,

So many little hurts we get

From corners here and there;

But there’s one truth in life I’ve found

While journeying East and West,

The only folks we really wound

Are those we love the best.

We flatter those we scarcely know,

We please the fleeting guest;

And deal full many a thoughtless blow

             To those we love the best.


As I reflect on many people in my life today and those in years past, I hope that I haven’t dealt any “thoughtless blows” but have been a faithful friend and family member. If I have failed and hurt you in some way, my humble wish is for your forgiveness and a fresh start.

With my good wishes to “those I love the best” and to all my fellow bloggers 🙂



A poem from my past

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Cover of The Consolations of Philosophy

 I wrote this poem in 1986. I decided to share it through my blog today. I would love to start writing poetry again. Sometimes it is a vehicle for expressing feelings that are difficult to write about. This poem has no title.

Your love, so new and fresh and giving

Came to me

Gave me a reason for living

What joy, ecstasy…

But now, gloom…

The sky is grey, my heart aches

It twists within me

What pain, sorrow…

In desperation I ask why?

Time and time again I cry

I get angry and curse you

Then sob and desperately want you.

But now it is over

Energy is all gone

No longer have I a reason to live

I died within.

(Lorraine 1986)

Isn’t it amazing the effect that love and loss has upon us. Surprisingly though, we come back for more. I can recommend reading a book by Alain De Botton, called The Consolations of Philosophy. He talks about many philosophers but one in particular really spoke to me about the types of emotions expressed in my poem above. The philosopher is Arthur Schopenhauer and he was born in Danzic in 1788 and died in 1860.

Schopenhauer helped me to understand the evolutionary power of love and attraction and how it is so important for the continuation of our species. He says we should not be surprised at the enormity of our feelings of love and joy but also of the pain that comes from lost love.

Knowing that these emotions are all part of being human, makes them a little easier to accept.

All good wishes


The courage to love




In February 1988 I began to wonder in despair if I would ever find love again. I wrote these words:

I had the courage to love

I was touched by its exhilaration

I was encompassed by its arms

But no – it was only an illusion.

The deep needs of my heart found a home in imagination.

Why does love make such a difference?

It is so bittersweet.

So many tears have been shed;

Yet I still have the courage to love again.


It not hard to fall in love with “love”. It is an exhilarating experience and life can seem so empty without it.

I hope you experience much love in your life today.


Clowning around

Today I will share another poem with you. This one is by Phoebe Hesketh and is titled “Clown” in Poets and Poetry by Sadler/Hayllar/Powell. What emotions arise in you as you read it?


He was safe

behind the whitened face

and red nose of his trade,

vocation more certain

than doctor’s or priests

to cheer and heal.

Hidden away from himself

he could always make us laugh

turning troubles like jackets

inside out, wearing

our rents and patches.

Tripping up in trousers too long

he made us feel tall;

and when we watched him

cutting himself down,

missing the ball,

we knew we could cope.

What we never knew

was the tightrope he walked

when the laughter had died.

Nowhere to hide in the empty night,

no one to catch his fall.



The Clown is often depicted as sad, lonely person – a tragic  figure. He has his uses in entertaining us and making us laugh. I wonder if we all take that role on at times when there is sadness underneath but smiles on the outside. I am sure we do –  I know I do.

cheers for now



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In looking for inspiration today for my blog, I browsed many poetry books. I love poetry and enjoy reading it anytime. I was looking for poems that express great passion and emotion. I want to write the occasional blog on what the poems say to me.

 I believe poetry provides an exquisite opportunity to express some of the difficult or intense emotions.

Today’s poem is quite different, however, I thought you may enjoy it. It is called Smithereens and by Roger McGough. I found it in Poets and Poetry by Sadler/Hayllar/Powell.


I spend my days

collecting smithereens.

I find them on buses

in department stores

and on busy pavements.

At restaurant tables

I pick up the left-overs

of polite conversation.

At railway stations

the tearful debris

of parting lovers.

I pocket my eavesdroppings

and store them away.

I make things out of them.

Nice things, sometimes.

Sometimes odd, like this.

by Roger McGough

As I develop ideas for my blog, I have my ears and eyes open to what is happening around me. Sometimes an idea strikes and I must write it down straight away. It is fun, isn’t it?

cheers for now


Inspiration from poetry

Childhood memories

My Mum’s favourite reading came from a set of three books called “Philosophers Notebook” compiled by Monty Blandford and published in the 1950’s. She would often read us children some of the ones that she loved most. These books became mine after Mum passed away in 2005. They hold special memories for me.

I found a poem to share with you, that reflects something of my own thinking. There were so many to choose from so I hope you enjoy the one I have selected, called “Tell Him Now” by the Scribe.






If with pleasure you are viewing

Any work a friend is doing,

If you like him or if you love him, tell him now;

Don’t withhold  your approbation,

Till the preacher makes oration,

And he lies with snowy lilacs on his brow:

For, no matter how you shout it,

He doesn’t care a thing about it,

He’ll not know how many tear drops you have shed;

So if you think some praise is due him,

Now’s the time to slip it to him,

For he cannot read his tombstone when he is dead.

More than fame and more than money

Is the comment, kind and sunny,

And the beauty, warm approval of a friend;

For it gives to life a savour,

And it makes you stronger, braver,

And it gives you heart and courage to the end;

If he earns your praise, bestow it,

If you like him, let him know it,

Let the words of true encouragement be said;

Do not wait until life is over,

And he sleeps beneath the clover,

For he cannot read his tombstone when he’s dead.

Sometimes I see strangers at the shops and want to tell them, “I really love that dress” or “that colour really suits you” but I refrain in case I scare them away. Yet, if someone (perhaps a stranger) stopped me in the street with a compliment, I would probably love it 🙂

It is such a good feeling to honestly encourage others around us. I will look for opportunities to do this more often and not hold back.

cheers for now


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