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Posted in Love, Poetry, Romance, Writing, tagged Frances Macaulay Forde, Love, LoveOnTheBeach, romance on July 26, 2014| 2 Comments »
Invention
I don’t need a Bell Curve
showing the Probability of Distribution
nor an economist theorizing
about the Positive Externalities
this is no pie in the sky nor castle in the air
although this is a novelty for me
an invention of a future
love is a collaborative result
a breakthrough in this human’s knowledge
an altruistic patent knowing I can love again
because necessity is the mother of invention
and we invented you and I
put into practice love after fifty
according to the five Laws of Limitations
(Diffusion of Innovations)
Knowledge
~ you found me on the net after thirty years
Persuasion
~ you in Ireland me in Oz and Messenger
Decision
~ both agreeing to Explore the Possibilities
Implementation
~ your plane landing at Perth Airport and that hug
and Confirmation
~ yachts and vows on Hillarys Boat Harbour
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2007
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Posted in Art, Love, Poetry, Poetry Postcards, Romance, Writing, tagged Frances Macaulay Forde, Pages Cafe, poetry in Western Australia, poetry postcards, PoetsCorner@PagesCafe, Returned Love, romance on July 17, 2014| Leave a Comment »
I started doing poetry postcards when I ran Poets Corner @ Pages Cafe as a giveaway on each table. I figured if people were kind enough to sit and listen, they deserved a keepsake.
I’m still in the habit and find them useful as giveaways at readings and book events. I get them printed – often for free, when VISTA PRINT do ‘specials’.
This one has the first (the very first) oil painting I ever did, on it. My dad gave me a set of oils for my 12th birthday and a small tester board.
I haven’t done more than a handful since but this first attempt at oils, was always my favorite.
The poem was written for my returned love; every time he turns to carry on with his everyday… I miss him this much.
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Posted in Love, Music, Romance, Writing, tagged Frances Macaulay Forde, Grace Knight, Joondalup Resort, romance, Valentine's Day on July 11, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Eclectic Encore for Grace Knight!
(Valentine’s Day, Western Australia, 2006)
It was hot – bloody hot for Valentine’s Day. The kind of heat that oppresses, suggests multiple showers and hard-working deodorants. Not how one wishes to appear on the day most touted for romance, especially when treated to a restaurant dinner with a Grace Knight concert to follow.
One wants to be cool, elegant, calm of face and dry of appearance ~ didn’t happen. That would be sexy and romantic ~ the heat should come later… There was plenty of the other stuff ~ gorgeous food, wine, loads of women dressed for the occasion…
Sitting on the Joondalup Hotel restaurant terrace would normally have been the optimum place for our table. But not when there isn’t a breath of fresh air – just dampness descending. Gazing over the cutlery into pools of passion and longing, we’d occasionally steal a wanton glance at the circular, ice-cool pool frequented by ducks. But in the still, hot night, trips into the air-conditioning for buffet treats, delicious sweets and succulent seafood helped make room for the next scrumptious plateful.
Although sexiness in female apparel sometimes means tight, it also means more skin exposed to the non-existent breeze and men wearing long pants, even though they’d rather be in Stubbies with a cold midi in hand, not drinking champagne or wine instead.
Our guided trek across green valleys past ancient, many branched grass trees ~ a magnificent statement of origin, helped digestion before spreading our blankets, in a patrons area, close to the stage and next to the lake, to receive a traditional Noongar welcome.
The flocks of ducks rising from the still water disturbed by the ‘five thousand, nine hundred and ninety-six’ others (some parked as far away as the shopping center), circling and settling back down to become part of the enchanting landscape again.
We were seduced by a medley of Show Tunes; then Mantovani, Rogers and Hart and more, performed by stars of the Youth Jazz Orchestra, fresh from their recent New York sojourn.
The Police spotter plane circled in the freeway distance but Gracie held her hair out of her face, away from the strong fans cooling from both sides of her performance space, to electrify us ~ her real fans ~ with so many favorite songs of luuurve.
As a big cheesy moon rose among the trees we thanked the sponsors, the resort and our fabulous community up here on the Sunset Coast for an unforgettable Valentine venue, promising to make a date for next year too.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2006
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Posted in Animals, Love, nature, Romance, WA Writers, Writing, tagged Australian birds, Carnaby's Black Cockatoos, Fauna, Frances Macaulay Forde, nature, new month, new moon, Perth Daily Photo, Poem, poetry in Western Australia, Western Australia, wishing, words, writer, writing on April 2, 2014| 2 Comments »

A pair (female on right) of Carnaby’s Black Cockatoos in my Jacaranda. Frances Macaulay Forde © 2007.
New Moon
Last night, a sliver of silver low on the horizon, above the sea;
The moon visible through the clear sliding door of my patio
but couldn’t wish on it, not through glass – bad luck!
So eyes-down I opened the door, stepped out bare-feet on concrete
past the patio setting, minding the balls Sonja has strewn
and stood, out in the cool (now Autumn) air and wished.
Can’t tell you what I wished for or it won’t come true – it’s not for me.
I am lucky in love. My family are healthy and happy, I have you.
All that I need. So how could I possibly ask for more, for me?
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2014
If you’ve got time, read more about these magnificent Carnaby’s but also, have a look at the best photos I’ve ever seen of them, up close, taken by Grace and posted on Perth Daily Photo today.
Posted in Animals, Love, nature, Other blogs, Poetry, Romance, WA Writers, tagged coots, ECU Joondalup Campus, Fauna, Frances Macaulay Forde, kanagaroos, Love, Peter Cowan Writer's Centre, poems, poetry in Western Australia, Returned Love, romance, writing on April 1, 2014| Leave a Comment »

1990 Bali Holiday – an amazing surprise 40th birthday gift from my Brother Paddy and sister in law, Grace.
I’m sitting here next to the lake listening to the Magpie’s talk, the Wood Ducks peep, the fountains filter their water. This is the first entry into my new notebook the red (for passion) one with a teddy bear (you, of course) playing guitar on the front! I’ve also got my two passports with me and I thought I’d scan the pictures for you just for a laugh. One was taken before you, when I was 15 (British passport) and the other way after, when I was 40 for the Bali trip.
Three tourists walked by obviously looking for something. So I said, ‘The kangaroos are over there’ (pointing) behind Cowan House, ‘lying around in the shade.’ Well, this lovely lady replied, ‘Oh thEnk you!’ in a broad South African accent. Small world hey? She and her husband Gordon have ‘…jEst arrIIEEyeved thus morning at 5am from Jo’burg for 5 dayZZ. He and Pete ‘aff bin frEEnds since grade 5. We’re goin’ out to dEEnar tonight.’ She can’t believe how clean it all is… Anyway, they’re having a good look at our lawn mowers, who aren’t actually doing much. Just lying back, torsos-twisted, scratching their bellies. Totally unconcerned wild, Grey Kangaroos – and these tourists, just a couple of yards from them.
I’m obviously early for the poetry workshop. My watch has stopped again – it needs a service (another thing on my long list!). Wonder what we’ll tackle this afternoon. I have no idea of today’s subject – haven’t been for while, far too distracted by you! Hope you’re having a lovely day. I’m being good and giving you ‘space’ (in the nicest possible way). I hope it’s helping with the study. Hmmmmm – poetry – erotic poetry for you. I wonder if I can do it? First drafts only My Love:
1. Coots
Lakeside, I watch
the Coots bouncing
on top of the water.
They throw their heads
with intention and abandon.
Plunging – immersing themselves.
I want to bounce,
immerse myself.
Plunge into you…
2. Soixante-Neuf
Normally,
I wouldn’t want you
to look at my bum
at that angle…
But then,
you’re not doing
much looking,
N’est pa?
3. Your reward…
… is access.
Complete access.
Although the years
have worn – you can see!
I will allow you ~
only you, this viewing,
this exposure
to my most secret self.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2002
Posted in Love, Poetry, Romance, WA Writers, Writing, tagged Frances Macaulay Forde, Love, Poem, poems, Professor Glen Phillips, Western Australia, words, writer, writing on March 21, 2014| 3 Comments »
Today, Friday, 21st March 2014 has officially been declared ‘World Poetry Day’.
So where does poetry ‘sit’ in your life and what is your idea of poetry?
Poetry is my way of ordering an idea or response, by moving it out of my head in as few words as possible, to clarify ~ writing the spine of what comes next.
It may stay as a poem, or become a short story, a script for a play or the screen or novel, perhaps even spawn more poems… but poetry is always the key.
Poetry is communicating clearly a strong emotion within me, which combined with the use of metaphor, I hope will find an echo when others read my efforts.
So I thought I’d share my reply to a fun poem Professor Glen Phillips sent and my responding poem (with permission, of course):

Glen Phillips reading a poem at Poets Corner, Perth Cultural Centre, 2005.
BUT BLONDES PREFER DIAMONDS
(or, Lesson No. 64)
If you think ‘a diamond is forever’,
as advertisements used to say,
(and you’re beautiful) grab whatever
lovely hot rocks come your way!
And why not? Centuries of avid men
seeking to turn the head of a cooling lover
resort to this old stratagem well-proven—
how to raise the stakes, get back in clover.
So down to the hockshop, make a grand
by selling heirlooms (or grandma’s wheelchair)
and then hare it to the gem store, with hand
on heart, plead a done deal for a big solitaire.
Gentlemen prefer blondes, but blondes prefer
rocks and preferably bigger and with more sparks
than those in the eyes of he who would woo her.
You good boys, listen, how to get top marks!
Glen Phillips © July, 2007.
and my response:

Frances Macaulay Forde reading a poem at Poets Corner, Perth Cultural Centre, 2005.
Lesson No 65
See, diamonds are hard
as everyone knows,
a girl must have metal
for this century’s woes.
Getting her rocks off
whether blond, red or brunette
no faking, no waiting – Helen,
woman hasn’t peaked yet.
While gentlemen play with image
cream blondes, brunettes achieve.
Red wears stainless steel bands
inscribed with ‘We must believe!’
Don’t strive for tabloid wants
look past the surface bling,
there’s more to a woman
tho’ the sparkle is tempting…
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2007
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