Thursday, November 26, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
written under demand in two minutes
Brian Brandenburgh of Wynnum Writers meeting on the 3rd November 2009, requested the profile of a place to be written within two seconds and this is what I wrote:
Brian wants me to write a paragaph about a place, a description of it. There have been many places, so which one? How about the Murchison? Now there's a place. Spring is out of this world in the Murchison. The red soil, stunted mulga trees, winding creek beds lined with eucalyptus and coolibahs; sandy and dry, but now after winter rains, the red soil is smothered with wildflowers. Pink and white everlastings, yellow belly buttons, mauve and green mulla mulla and even that exotic rosy dock. Budgies land on the brilliant red sturt peas turning them to green.
Brian wants me to write a paragaph about a place, a description of it. There have been many places, so which one? How about the Murchison? Now there's a place. Spring is out of this world in the Murchison. The red soil, stunted mulga trees, winding creek beds lined with eucalyptus and coolibahs; sandy and dry, but now after winter rains, the red soil is smothered with wildflowers. Pink and white everlastings, yellow belly buttons, mauve and green mulla mulla and even that exotic rosy dock. Budgies land on the brilliant red sturt peas turning them to green.
The Sacred Volume Of Law Prospective On Wealth
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Colleen O'Grady
David M Lindsey: The Sacred Volume Of Law Prospective On Wealth
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The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, But shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; We spend more, but have less; We buy more, but enjoy it less. We have bigger houses and smaller families; More conveniences, but less time; We have more degrees, but less sense;More knowledge, but less judgment;More experts, but more problems; More medicine, but less wellness.We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, Drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom,… and pray too seldom.We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life; We’ve added years to life, not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space; We’ve done larger things, but not better things.
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David M Lindsey: The Sacred Volume Of Law Prospective On Wealth
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The Sacred Volume Of Law Prospective On Wealth
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Today at 21:29
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, But shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; We spend more, but have less; We buy more, but enjoy it less. We have bigger houses and smaller families; More conveniences, but less time; We have more degrees, but less sense;More knowledge, but less judgment;More experts, but more problems; More medicine, but less wellness.We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, Drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom,… and pray too seldom.We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life; We’ve added years to life, not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space; We’ve done larger things, but not better things.
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Monday, October 26, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
The Lonely Guitar
The Lonely Guitar
Against the lamp post
In the dark of night,
The lonely guitar leant
Mourning its plight.
Along came a stranger
Riddled with gin,
Found the guitar
And clasped to him.
Hastening to his mates
In the hours before dawn,
He sang his joy.
A star was born!
Many a long day
They talked and joked
And drinking grog
'Til they nearly choked!
Then one day
A friend walked in,
Saw the guitar
And cursed like sin!
'You stole it!'
He cied, voice full of scorn.
'I found it'
Screamed the drunken born.
Well! The fight did start
Inside, then out.
Then along came a copper
full of burly clout.
'You've damagd the house!'
Roared the judge from the bench.
'Six months in the stoush
To learn common sense!'
A lonely guitar
In a shop resides
And nobody notices
The tears on its sides.
Then one day
A punk walked in,
Bleary of eye
And covered in sin.
He picked up the guitar
Gave a strum or two
Walked out the door
And came back like new!
Eyes crystal clear,
A song on his lips,
He brought the guitar
And turned out smash hits!
Against the lamp post
In the dark of night,
The lonely guitar leant
Mourning its plight.
Along came a stranger
Riddled with gin,
Found the guitar
And clasped to him.
Hastening to his mates
In the hours before dawn,
He sang his joy.
A star was born!
Many a long day
They talked and joked
And drinking grog
'Til they nearly choked!
Then one day
A friend walked in,
Saw the guitar
And cursed like sin!
'You stole it!'
He cied, voice full of scorn.
'I found it'
Screamed the drunken born.
Well! The fight did start
Inside, then out.
Then along came a copper
full of burly clout.
'You've damagd the house!'
Roared the judge from the bench.
'Six months in the stoush
To learn common sense!'
A lonely guitar
In a shop resides
And nobody notices
The tears on its sides.
Then one day
A punk walked in,
Bleary of eye
And covered in sin.
He picked up the guitar
Gave a strum or two
Walked out the door
And came back like new!
Eyes crystal clear,
A song on his lips,
He brought the guitar
And turned out smash hits!
Rape of Mt Whaleback
Rape Of Mt Whaleback
Mighty haulpaks
240 tonne capacity
Mining shovels
70 tonne bite
on mountainside.
Flag-waving vehicles
hurry, scurry
380mm blast holes
red dust.
Crushing conveyor
across landscape,
160 000 tonne ore,
Massive dumps
open cut, terraced,
zig-zag roadways
continually wet.
2.6m train
five engines
carry ore
to ships and sea.
Everything vast,
large scale.
Great tourist
attraction,
moonscaping
Rape of Mt Whaleback.
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