Meriki Raelene ParkinsonFraser
Biography of Meriki Raelene ParkinsonFraser
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I am a 35yr old woman, wife and mother of 4 wonderful boys; my integral world. Most of my poems are lyrics for the songs I write and play. I am an earth bound spirit, who works with natural therapies and nature as my vocation. I love all forms of art.
I love to write...sometimes it is the only release.
I enjoy reading the works of others, and like to hear feedback on my own verse.
We live on the south coast of Australia, we are not materialistic, but we are privileged, as here we live freely in beauty.
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Meriki Raelene ParkinsonFraser Poems
Are You Taking That House To Heaven!
Philosophize our very lives, awestruck by our existence. We humans spend countless time;
Hecate Moon Goddess
dusty corners of the room come to greet me all too soon I wonder will they ever free my name
Stripped and exposed, to those in the know. I don't know my place;
She beckons', descend, her gathering stairs, as I bout, defend, my recent despairs,
It Can'T Be True
The Old Aussie Backyard Dunny
In the Aussie scrub in the blue-collar hub, when an indoor toilet unlikely; the dad would knock up
Sorry Day Australia 13-2-2008
From Dreamtime days of where the Aussie bush kids played, lived in peace with family to where we stand today.
A True Tale; The Day Mum Lost The Ute
out west of The Great Divide where the summers dry & hot where the Wiradjurie did reside
Elements essential for everyone's every day existence Amplitude anatomy akin and alien amongst all of us
Ungrateful queen she's strange and mean she's flattering thats such a good mate
A Song... To Baby Indiana, From Magic Tr...
Magic tree make a wish for me, make it make believe give him back to me magic tree. You were the light inside of me,
Don'T Be Rash...Ional
I feel fenced, but know no boundary. My heart resents, my body won't take me.
You Remembered My Birthday
I had a blissful dream, you brought me a fairy ring. The gift you brought to me, was love of remembering.
A Spiritual Onslaught
[note: 'scrubbers' refers to cleaners] Our Janet was a fine lady, though many would debate.
Before I Say Goodbye
Slowly tears patter
onto your sweet face
memorize as blood stained
fingers longingly trace
an etching of you
desperate attempt at saving
delicately dabbing at your sores
evidence of traveling through