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Poetry Postcards: Committed Skin
Posted in Love, nature, Poetry, Poetry Postcards, Writing, tagged FrancesMacaulayForde, Love, PoetryPostcards, PP:CommittedSkin, romance on November 23, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Kept
Posted in Art, Art as the Spark, Love, Poetry, Writing, tagged ArtAsTheSpark, ARTISTJessicaMcCallum, FrancesMacaulayForde, HoldingLove, JessicaMcCallum, Love, LovePoems, POEM:Kept, poems on October 23, 2014| Leave a Comment »
For those who didn’t go to Jessica McCallum’s linked pages in yesterday’s post, I thought I would share the other poem written to her second painting in the set.
KEPT
Here I am, waiting for your touch,
pulling down the sun – shouting
screaming to be heard above
white noise; direct lines dedicated,
servers on your world wide web.
I feel the electric zings tingling
finger tips to toes, turn my cheek
expecting the slap as you run away…
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2009
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Finally…
Posted in Art, Art as the Spark, Love, Poetry, Writing, tagged ARTISTJessicaMcCallum, FrancesMacaulayForde, HoldingLove, Jessica McCallum, JessicaMcCallum, Love, LovePoem, POEM:Keep on October 22, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Here I am – back, bigger (larger C drive) and hopefully better!
Still testing, but I’m sitting at my keyboard, and feeling good!
Thanks to all those who checked in while I was ‘away’ or wished me luck.
I’ve made loads of notes for postings to make up for the last 11 days…
Meantime another poem written to my daughter’s art.
KEEP
It takes all my strength to pull this life to me,
To claw and tear my way from one day to another
Not counting, just tearing one more here in the glow
of the sun suffocated by rays of light and warmth
holding tight to ties that bind. I want to keep
these precious feelings and bask in your love forever
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2009
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And I am… jealous.
Posted in Love, Poetry, Romance, WA Writers, Writing, tagged Frances Macaulay Forde, jealous, Love, love poem, poetry, romance, wa writer on September 9, 2014| 2 Comments »

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 pen*s
responded
to a girl
everyone
lusted after.
And I am
…jealous.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003
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Innocence
Posted in 1968 Notebook, Love, Poetry, tagged 1968 Notebook, Frances Macaulay Forde, heart, Innocence, Love, poems, poetry on August 22, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Before we met,
my heart was young,
it showed its reactions
to everyone.
Worn on my sleeve,
it was easy to know,
easy to see feelings
come and go.
But since we’ve met,
my heart’s a closed door,
no-one knows the hurt
or happiness anymore.
Not even you – and you
hold the key but what
is the good when
you don’t love me?
Frances Macaulay Forde @ 1965
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‘Bell Curve’.
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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Diary entry ~ April 2002.
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
“As Autumn Leaves”
Posted in Love, nature, Other blogs, Poetry, WA Writers, Writing, tagged ABC Tales, Frances Macaulay Forde, Love, other writers, Perth, Poem, poems, poetry, poetry in Western Australia, words, writer, writing on March 25, 2014| Leave a Comment »

Hyde Park in February… too hot to be out of the shade.
I’ve just found this beautiful poem on ABC Tales , so when you have a moment indulge yourself.
As a fan of the site for many years, I’ve benefited greatly from comments, encouragement and the sheer joy of reading wonderful words from writers I wouldn’t have read otherwise.
The very first item I posted was on the 15th March 2006 was a short story ‘Write to Romance’. (I’ve posted loads of poems and stories on ABC Tales since.)
That story has since been read by 874 people (blows my mind!) and earned a ‘Cherry’ from the editors – such a huge boost in confidence.
So I recommend, anyone with stories or poems to share, join this fabulous FREE site and see what others think of your words but importantly, receive some very constructive feedback from talented and experienced others.
Such a safe and nurturing environment is rare on the net. I’m often inspired by what I read on there so I’m about to post this poem posted on here in February, in response to ‘Bee’ and her poem ‘As Autumn Leaves’.
Lesson No 65
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
Thoughts on St Paddy’s…
Posted in Africa, Ireland, Love, Poetry, Sketching In Ireland, WA Writers, Writing, tagged Co Cork, Day, Frances Macaulay Forde, Ireland, Irish roots, Loss, Love, Poem, St Patgricks, Western Australia, words, writer, writing on March 17, 2014| Leave a Comment »

St Paddy’s Day in Cork, at the parade, 2003
Spending 14 glorious months in Co Cork and having the opportunity to attend a real Irish St Patrick’s Day Parade on Patrick Street in Cork City; my Irish Hubby and I always raise a glass to our Irish roots.
It turns out (after much family history research) both our families come from Co Cork, about 10 miles from each other ~ but we actually met in the middle of Africa!

My gorgeous Hubby and I celebrating in Oz. 2008.
Inevitably, I can’t help thinking of my dear old Dad who was so proud of his heritage who cannot have his usual Guinness today ~ we lost him 31 years ago.

My Dear Old Dad on holiday in South Africa 1966.
Unconditional
That moment
when I realized
you weren’t asleep,
I couldn’t cry.
I wanted to,
thought I should,
but I couldn’t shed tears
for all those years
when I was loved
unconditionally.
When I knew
no matter what I did
or said, you would always
love me – be there for me.
Put a plaster on my hurts,
fix me up with kisses, give
words to make me feel better.
I’ll never forget your strength.
How your arms encircled me,
the safeness of a oak tree,
dense, caring and complete.
I need that care now!
I need to feel safe again,
to sail into your harbour of care,
find you there, waiting
with open arms, accepting
all my faults, all my mistakes
and letting them go.
You always helped me
move on to new adventures,
strengthened by your love.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2013











