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Hi! Thanks for coming to learn a little about me! I am a 42 year old writer who has recently completed travelling around my beloved country, Australia.

I enjoy writing to a variety of topics as well as communicating with other writers here on Helium. I am

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Angels: 5 of 242

Angels Wings On angels wings you are lifted up to heights youve ne'er known before in angels wings your are protected and the hurt can hurt no more Though humankind can harm our bodies Nought can touch our souls for angels wings wrap safe around us and we are protected in the fold our bodies and our minds may break our heart...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspirational: 13 of 439

WRITER'S INSPIRATION from angels whispers and childrens smiles along dirt roads that stretch for miles whispered words heard on a bus loving hearts just like us pain and hurt, choking words mumbled fear and stress and whinges grumbled sights and scenes and plans and dreams this is where we get our inspiration during awefille...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The Internet: 1 of 31

Metamorphosis Clutter spills from the kitchen table and gathers awkwardly in piles on the floor. Last weeks dishes heave toward the ceiling as circlets of coffee harden on the bench. Time-worn and weary the mother shoves a pile of unopened envelopes to one side as she drops a bag of groceries on the table. Children troop, tr...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ending a relationship: 14 of 282

Almanac of Ache The box sits where it always sat In a half open drawer by my bed I dare not touch it Dare not stare That box is my almanac of ache. Pretty cards, precious stones Photographs of laughter A coaster from the pub Reminders of loss Fill my almanac of ache. It used to be my treasure chest A box of love and joy It u...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 84 of 1171

Talking on the Train Seated right in front of me They're talking on the train, Their fifty years together Showing clear and plain. A gentle conversation Flowing back and forth. An easy way of being On a train headed North. And I am wondering How on earth they do it Half a century passed Like there's nothing to it. I wonder a...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Remembering love: 9 of 110

Without You I remember when you were born. Strong and squalling writhing in my arms you smiled the day you were born and I wondered what I was allowed to do as we lay, you in your bassinette and me in my hospital bed. I remember when you were one. Your round face and big brown eyes decorated with long, long lashes that flick...
Education > Adult Education Adult students: Tips for organizing your time: 2 of 22

Organising Study Time Amid the Chaos of Daily Life Organising your study time while carrying on with the demands of adult life is not as difficult as it may at first seem. It takes a little time to plan and a lot of determination but it is not difficult. As an adult student you need to be realistic about how much time you ha...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The mountains: 10 of 101

Mountain Love The great swaying gums at sunrise Dawn breaking as curlews call Towering cliffs, hidden caves Soft summer rain like dewfall Banksia men marching down the hill Multicoloured parrots swirling high Golden wattles glowing in the sun Soft gentle clouds dancing in the sky Wallabies and wombats passing time Eagles gra...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love: 83 of 718

Love is ... a natural experience for human beings it flows from the core of our existence Love is... a journey through time seeking home it takes us along and leads the way Love is.. a safe harbour for times of trouble it protects us from the buffeting winds of pain Love is... a blossoming spring day with a cool breeze it gi...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Father: 17 of 131

Father's Heart Weekends come too slowly, weekdays drag right on. A father's heart grows weary waiting for his day on. His children's voices he hears not, for mother has moved away. A father's heart grows weary waiting for his day. A father's night seems lonely no bedtime stories he reads and a father's heart grows weary as h...