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Scent of A Freesia

February 22nd, 2008

03:00 pm - GLRocker

GLRocker, stands for Golden little rocker!!!
I love rock 'n' roll music,  I guess being a baby boomer helps!!
the old stuff, the 50s, 60s, even oh dear -some 70s!!! disco!!!
at least then you could sing along to the words!!
some of those golden rockers still survive today,
amazing, how  the old songs stand the test of time....
as the saying goes there aint no age for rock 'n' roll!!
Im a golden rocker, with a few silver threads of wisdom!!
remember when there was only vinyl records?
the old 33rpms, 45rpms, how the more they were played,
the more they wore out!! oh yes, those were the days..
before compact discs, ipods, mp3s, even mobiles,
or the internet!!! how times change.... 
although, as I reflect, on the times past,
even the fashions of those times are still recycled!!
the question remains, better now or way back when?

(c) Vicki Thornton 22nd February 2008

Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful

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01:58 pm - fragrances

Fragrances, tell a story,  they create memories,
 & reach into our very being,
the scent of a flower, a freesia,
a rose, or even the aroma of  your favourite food,
the freshness of rain, a new day,
spring the season of new life,
even  the ocean has a special fragrance all of its own,
yes fragrances, are a special touch in our lives,
a wonderful creation a refreshment, a renewal,
a hope of something to come,
fragrances are many things, 
to everyone, what are fragrances to you?

Vicki Thornton 22nd February, 2008

Current Mood: refreshedrefreshed

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December 13th, 2007

02:31 pm - Vickis Hope...

 Hope is...
Dreams and aspirations,
Having an anchor point that is strong and faithful,
Its the sunrise through your window,
The first cuppa in the morning,
Enjoying the first sip,
Putting your best foot forward,
Enjoying the fragrances of life,
Hope is a four letter word,
With infinite meanings to infinite people,
Its waiting for a letter or a phone call, but most of all...
Hope is something that can't be seen,
But its something inside of you,
Its eternal, an anchor, a rock.

(C) Vicki Thornton 2007

Current Mood: hopefulhopeful

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November 30th, 2007

12:12 pm - I love apples

what a wonderful fruit!!! they come in lots of colours, 
different varieties, shapes & sizes,
apples are my favourite fruit,
i have a book called an apple a day,
there are so many apples,
granny smith, braeburn, royal gala,
the list goes on, 
so next time you feel hungry,
reach for the shiny apple,
 apples are healthy,
remember the old saying, 
an apple a day, 
keeps the dentist & the doctor away!!!
so next time you want 
a snack, crunch into an 
apple......& enjoy!!!!

vicki 30th November 2007

Current Mood: creativecreative

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November 22nd, 2007

12:50 pm - Visions
In our lives, 
we see rain fall on our window,
we walk many paths,
we experience dreams & visions,
we have a carpet of colour before us,
the sun shining all around us,
our stories waiting to be 
woven into the rich tapestry
of lifes journey
the footprints of our hopes
are imprinted on golden sands,
as we reflect on the laced capped breakers,
the cool breeze wraps itself aournd us,
we reach for a shell, listen to its story,
in our hearts, a vision, of complexity.

Vicki (c) November 2007

Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful

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November 5th, 2007

11:13 am - a hearts silent reflection
  • I feel alone , in the silence,
    my heart wants to cry out,
    but the words wont come,
    I look for answers, nothing,
    I look at the reflection in 
    the rippling pond,
    I see distortion, growing,
    widening, my head is spinning,
    I see the knarled stem of a rose,
    the twists & thorns, the pain,
    no scent from the rose,
    cant see, only grey, the
    the wind wrapping itself
    all around me, cold, ice, 
    feeling numb, heart in pain,
    only angry sea, the waves
    imprinting the words 
    I cant say, all round me,
    even the sand, leaves my
    footprints, the kaleidscope
    of my lifes journey,
    forever embedded in stone,
    yes, a hearts silence relfection.


Current Mood: lonelylonely

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