Our country is hurting
Our people are dying
I’m wearing my mask
Without even trying
Every day on the news
People fussing and fighting
Of “Where can I walk now,
I’ve done all of Briiiighton”
I know my rights
Got it saved on my phone
I’m just off to Bunning's
I won’t be forced to stay home
You think you are clever
Your whining & wailing
What the rest of us see
Is some-one UN-Australian
Your selfishness, ignorance
Is all that shines through
If it had touched your family
Then what would you do?
The families who have suffered
The lives we have lost
We can stop this from happening
For a miniscule cost
Just wear a mask
It isn’t that hard
Just take your walk
Round & round your backyard
For those of you all
With your head in the sand
When all this is over
Wash the blood off your hands.
Elise L Turnedge
27/7/2020
Disclaimer This poem is NOT aimed at anyone who does have a legitimate reason for not wearing a mask BUT if your legitimate reason comes with a screenshot on your phone of out of date human rights laws then you are UN-Australian.
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC
Have you ever really sat and thought
Just where your life has gone
Are you truly happy with yourself
And who you have become?
Do you ever doubt the choices
Made by head or heart
Have you ever felt the need to run
And make a brand new start?
Do you wonder just who others see
When they truly look at you
Do you swear they’d keep their distance
If your darkness was in view
Do you care so much what others think
That you are blind to other things
Does the thought of being rejected
Stop you from doing so many things?
Does any of this matter?
Does anybody care?
Is there anyone else who feels this way?
Anyone, anywhere?
Elise L Turnedge
3rd May 2014
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 7:16 AM UTC
The many natural wonders
That Australia has to show
Mysteriously appearing
So many years ago
Looking up onto the Snowy’s
From the lakes of Jindabyne
You appreciate the beauty
That will stand the test of time
From Katoomba falls to Orphan Rock
The three sisters standing tall
The beautiful Blue Mountains
Where Mother Nature gave her all
Down south of the border
Along the coastline you will see
The apostles and the Loch Ard Gorge
Formed by limestone naturally
The Grampian to the Dandenong’s
Buchan Caves to Wilsons Prom
It makes you wonder when and where
This great beauty came from
Travelling further West
You will wonder what you’ve found
The Blue Lake of Mt Gambier
The colourful Wilpena Pound
Over the Nullarbor you’ll go
Cross the Great Australian Bight
Flinders Ranges far behind you
Slowly fading out of sight
On through the Sterling Ranges
Where the wildflowers abound
Jagged peaks of Granite
Shooting upward from the ground
Then to the Red Centre
The most wondrous place of all
Its colours ever changing
With every day’s nightfall
The Olgas up to Arnhem Land
Devils Marbles, Uluru
Katherine Gorge to Mataranka
Standley Chasm, Kakadu
Over to the Sunshine State
The holiday makers dream
The Barrier Reef, The Daintree
The National Parks of Tambourine
The South Pacific Islands
Blue Waters and white Sands
To the tropical rainforests
Which are further north, inland
Then down to the Apple Isle
With its historic convict past
Cradle Mountain, Derwent Valley
Russell Falls and Tasman’s Arch
The many natural wonders
So majestic and so grand
Make it easy to appreciate
This great Australian Land
Elise L Turnedge
1997
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 7:15 AM UTC
Come on in, take a seat I’ve got something to say
Just wondering can I ask you, how you “really” are today?
The smile you show us outwardly is wonderful and bright
But it’s your eyes that show the sorrow and something has dimmed their light
There is a certain kind of sadness that is bleeding from your skin
You can try and hide it all you like but a friend can see within
Just know that I am here for you when the time for you is right
Maybe it’s not time today for you to share your plight
My ears are here to listen and my shoulders made for tears
My arms were made for hugging and for holding loved ones near
Just know that you are not alone although that’s how it feels
A heart can break so easily, but with time the wounds can heal
Don’t hold back your sadness, let those feelings go
The freedom of release will set you free you know
But if you hold it all inside, and refuse to let it out
It will consume you, overtake you and fill you with self doubt.
Come on in, take a seat I’ve got something to say
Just wondering can I ask you, how you “really” are today?
Elise L Turnedge
10th July 2014
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
Young Sarah moved through silent streets
Slowly from home to home
“Trick or treat” she coyly asked
Before heading off again alone
Her bag was filled with goodies
But her head was filled with fear
Her footsteps echoed on empty streets
Were they screams that she could hear?
Then up out from the bushes
A hissing black cat flew
Sarah jumped up ten feet high
Her fear and worry grew
She was sure up in the distance
In the house they called “Hell Hill”
She saw the lights flick on and off
The screaming continued still
Terrified of what lay ahead
She continued on her way
Trying to be brave
And not let rumours block her way
Finally she reached the gate
She stopped to gasp for air
“Hell Hill” looked twice as evil
Looking up from way down there
She summoned all her courage
Continued up the drive
She reached the door, rang the bell
Wondered if she would survive
She could hear the footsteps coming
Shuffling slowly down the hall
The doorknob started turning
She puffed her chest and stood up tall
Slowly the door creaked open
She held her eyes shut tight
Opening one and then the other
To an unexpected sight.
For the frail old lady standing there
Was not what she thought she’d see
“Trick or treat” young Sarah asked
The frail old lady smiled with glee
Young lady you have warmed my heart
By visiting my home
I hear that young people are scared to come
So forever I am alone
It has really touched my heart
That you ignored those stories told
For rumours hurt so many
In a world so grim and cold
“Trick or Treat” you asked ne
And a treat for you is due
As you can see I’m old an frail
My time is limited with you
But if you come to visit me
While I live out my last days
My house they call “hell Hill’
Will be yours in future days
With those words young Sarah
Headed back off to her home
Although her treat bag was no fuller
She had gained the greatest thing she’d known
For it wasn’t the house that mattered
It was the lesson that she’d gained
That listening to rumours
Can stop friendships being made.
Elise L Turnedge
31 Oct 1999
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 7:10 AM UTC
He looks in the mirror
And brushes his hair
He sees her reflection
Standing just over there
He speaks words of love
To the cold empty air
He feels her embrace
Even though she’s not there
He still hold her hand
Caresses her skin
With her by his side
His life can begin
He wonders if others
Can still see her there
Life ended too quickly
It just wasn’t fair
Her spirit still lingers
Laughter brightens the halls
Her memory is more
Than just frames on the walls
She is still be his side
Watching over with care
Even though in his sorrow
He knows she’s not there.
Elise L Turnedge
6th Oct 2014
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC