Perth Words… exploring possibilities.

Speak Softly

I think I'm an 'ambivert' 
because solutions matter
but the spotlight is necessary 
to share my revelations.
Take me back to a Culture 
of Characters, not Personality
and I will fit in again, feel 
like I can take time to myself,
create in silence and only, 
when I'm ready, reveal all.

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2014

#francemacaulayforde  #POEMSpeakSoftly  #poetry  #ambivert  #introvert  #extrovert  #athought

Farewell

Never to see or feel or touch again,
never to walk through fields or hear the rain…
Never to watch the seasons change each year
you have gone forever and just left us here.

But we will remember your smile, your eyes,
lighting up each moment - we’ll memorise
how quiet your gentle support and love
showed you were the best, Best Man to have

at not just one but two wedding days,
translating, explaining your traditional ways.
We all love the laughter and joy you brought
with your heart full of curiosity. You sought

to learn, to experience every country you saw,
your visits were brief on our Australian shores,
but we treasure each moment, left wanting more.
Farewell, Dear Pao, you’ve found your peace at last.


Frances Macaulay Forde © 2026 

#farewellfriend  #sadgoodbye  #ThaiBrother  #remembrance  #tradition #Poetry  #Loss #RIP

2002 - In the early stages of 'Exploring Possibilities', I was nervous...

RENOVATIONS

house loud full of coloured voices frequently gathered
while fancy-dressers danced in yellow and purple walled
creative spaces where words poured like leaking taps

Bali knick-knacks replaced by exercise machines marching
across gym-lounge to a new beat sparse spare look quiet
everyman wants resale erasing all memories of trees too many

for the block each shading the other fighting for sunspace
whispering familiar songs on the wind-chimed Asian tinkling
mellow sunsets through leaves attractive natives dragon flies

hand-long banjo frogs moaning children at night now disturbed
environment dusty denuded earth rubble on a bared land
eight pots represent an effort to scramble bits hold onto old home

garden spikes coloured leaves rainbows fast disappearing like me
palms wave goodbye fronds like giant hands Lillipilli twitters
danced on bough Jacaranda carpet my regal path to happiness

cerise Geraniums contained fields of unruly daisies white and purple
self-seeding not needing input this house face lifted to halt age
contemporised sold out and beige-d like every other me-erased

FRANCES MACAULAY FORDE © 2002

#2ndChanceLove #ReUnion #ReLoved #LovePoem #BeforeLove #ReturnedLove #NervousHeart #Romance #Poetry

And I am…						

looking through photos of days gone by
- your women - sharp intake of breath 

a caressing finger 
tells me more 
than words or deeds.

a hidden agenda 
when revealed
shocks absolutely

you laugh ‘Ha’ and say
‘We’re talking about 
20 years ago!’
OK 
yes we are
but 

in that moment
in our time
you experience 
pleasure
that same tingle
you experienced 

20 years ago
when your penis 
responded 
to a girl
everyone 
lusted after

…jealous


Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003

#Poetry  #Jealousy  #LovePoem  #MyIrishPoems  #ReturnedLove
#secondchancelove

PHOTO: Medieval Festival, March 2010 – my man selling our produce © FMF.

Like fudge…

I want to be so sweet
you can’t resist.

To treasure your desire
by lying in wait for
your lips, your tongue
to lick, nibble, devour
with relish…

swallow me whole!

I want to imprint your
pallet with my being
so no other flavour
will satisfy your hunger
because ~ you would rather
starve than be without
my love…

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2006

#FudgeFusion #medievalfest #marketstall #fudge #romance #Poetry #Lovepoem

Photo

Your quiet smile 
loud in my head
listening eyes 
speaking when
touch removed

sorrow returns


Frances Macaulay Forde © 2018

Photo: Mum 1974 © FMF

#POEMPhoto  #FrancesMForde  #Poetry  #Loss   #Remember  #LovedOne  #Parents  #LoveYouMum

These are the sort of postcards I would leave on the tables at my PoetsCorner@PagesCafe events. Done on my computer, printed 3-up on A4 card. It’s such an easy way to get poetry to the general public. There were never any left… Of course, when I needed bulk copies I would use Snapfish – only when they had a special on. I also place them into books in libraries and bookshops – with permission. NOTE: Cinquain is the style of poem.

#Cinquains #SharingPoems #PoetsCorner #PagesCafe #PoetryPostcards #PoemsToShare #SelfPublished #FrancesMForde

Freshly picked from my garden... FMF © 2011

True Colours

Like the sea of silk geraniums
On display in Waldecks
Garden Centre Cafe

Consumerism has replaced
our sense of natural beauty.

In the Garden Centre real
geraniums grow but we’d rather
fake it than show our true colours!

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2013

#PoemTrueColours #Geraniums #FakeFlowers #FloralPoem #Flowers #SilkFlowers #WhoAreWe
#Consumerism #NaturalBeauty

Another from my 1968 Notebook…

Shall I?

Shall I open my mind and let you see 
		
	deep inside my heart - the real me?

Shall I let you wander through the avenues,
		
	float on the waves of solitude?

Shall I let you sample my inner fears,
		
      find out all the reasons for my lonely tears?

Shall I let you see the feelings I surpress,
		
	life affection and love, hate and sadness?

Shall I give away my independence,
		
	my loneliness and oneness?

Shall I be the same as everyone else?
		
        Should I show what feelings I've really felt?

Shall I tell all my secrets to you?
		
        No - there's no telling what harm you'd do
						
			           if you laughed.


Frances Macaulay Forde ©  1972

#My1968Notebook  #BioPoem    #TeenageAngst    #TeenPoem   #LovePoem  #francesmacaulayforde  

After you’ve gone…

… a step in the sand remains 
until the sea claims all trace
but the soft perfume of your spirit 
pervades our lives forever.

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2011

#AfterYou'veGone  #poems  #lovepoem  #romance  #missingyou  #lostlove  #francesmacaulayforde