1 plus 1 equals 2

1 plus 1 equals 2

I’m on a new adventure in life

One that may well end in strife

But that’s ok I don’t mind

If what I look for I can find

I woke this day with a sense of heart

To seek a companion I have to start

With trepidation I begin to look

Out & about in every cranny & nook

First what I want I must decide

This lessens the chance of a bumpy ride

Kind generous assertive no doormat for me

Fun sexy gentle good looking to see

A voice I could listen to for hours

A sense of joy as we play in the bowers

Shoulders strong for depending upon

Intelligence a must for later on

Chemistry a subject I failed at school

Something I now need so I don’t look the fool

Here’s to champagne and bubbly too

To celebrate the sum 1 plus 1 equals 2

Shelley Ornsby

July 30 2006

Under the Floor

It has been a hard couple of days. Installing a ducted airconditioning unit in a friends house. Thank god they were helping. I have bruises and cuts and the amount of dirt I have in my pockets would start a small mountain. I think I have wombat in me, in order to dig funnels for the ducts I was using all limbs to move the dirt. A glass of wine and a roast lamb was a wonderful reward at the end of the day especially as I didn't have to do the cooking....

A diamond ring

A diamond ring

While a girl is growing up her mother imparts

All the knowledge she has learnt of men and men’s hearts

The house is a castle and the man is the King

There is much you must do to attain that ring

Your duty is clear your honour is bought

The symbol of which in gold ‘tis wrought

You must wash and clean then iron and press

Meals to prepare and an evening dress

A face that shows no glimpse of dismay

What matters now is “How was your day?”

With a sigh of disgust and a look of disdain

You listen to your mothers refrain

It is a new century you tell her a girl is no longer a chattel

The castle has been liberated and the men lost the battle

Today’s women can afford to choose for themselves

They are no longer made to feel they have been left on the shelves 

Men now must work for the honour

To vie for the attention they wish to bestow upon her

It is the woman who now holds sway

The man who now mutters, “How was your day?”

Shelley Ornsby

July 29 2006

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Creature of the Night

Creature of the night

Wasted nights, sleepless days

Fight for rights, catch some rays

Creature of the night reality is but a dream

Life is a jigsaw with pieces that are missing

I need to change to find what I am looking for

I walk through the shadows of the night

Sleep comes at the rising of the sun

An unfaithful chariot with no definite timetable

There are times when it does not

Desire my company

Times when insomnia is of little solace

The sun shines on my sleepless lids

Blinds me, for its brightness is not welcome

The rose dries, the green is gone from its leaves

The red will soon depart from its petals

Creature of the night dream a new reality

Sleep in the dark, play in the park

A friendship made of sunshine and light

Trade in the dingy smoke filled rooms

Breathe again, take time to smell the new rose

Written sometime last century

Shelley Ornsby

In memory of my father

Tall with broad shoulders.

When I was a little girl

You were tall with broad shoulders.

You didn’t show your emotions,

While your face remained calm

Underneath the turmoil ran deep.

As I grew up I got to know you,

Your eyes would sparkle with

Humour and flash with anger

I never heard you swear until

I was thirteen.

I went away for a year at seventeen

When I returned you had mellowed.

I think you fell in love again,

With your bride of twenty seven years.

Now I am a grown woman and

To all appearances you are an old man.

But to me you will always be

Tall with broad shoulders.

Shelley Ornsby

27/10/2004

I feel that I have been here before

I feel that I have been here before

There are times when I feel I have been here before

Things that I see, things that I hear

It makes me wonder what for me, is next in store

Am I following a path I have already blazed?

Or is it just a trick?

It can at times make me feel quite fazed

What should I do what should I think?

Can I trust this instinct and use it to my advantage?

What advantage?

I cannot be sure