Cedar Grove Dreaming

Camping is so much fun and i have fond memories of going out into the wild when i was younger in the scouts and cubs as a boy. Over the years i would often find my self daydreaming about the wonderful innocent fun i had pitching a tent and sitting by a fire and just losing myself in the beauty of our gorgeous Australian rainforrests and bushland. The sounds of the wild, song birds and spotting posssums at night and any wild life we were lucky enough to witness. Soon after making my transition i met a guy who was in the army and we got engaged and around that time he took me out camping to a place called rocksberge near kingaroy. This was the first time i had gone camping since my earlier years and apart from a sureal camping adventure with a lesbian friend of mine to noosa after the 2000 madri gras ( that's a whole other story let me tell you) i never pitched a tent again until this year. Gus came into my life late last year and finally after asking many people to accompany me i found someone who realised just how much i needed this natural escape. I will always thank him for packing me and my camping gear up ( i had been collecting and storing for the last 5 yrs) and taking me to three different campgrounds in and around the great south east. This video is of our second camp at a place called Cedar Grove and i am truely grateful for an experience i will never forget. It was so much fun and the memory will never leave me. We lived for 4 days with nature and hiked and sat each night by the most beautiful open fires, eating "restaurant quality" lol.. candle lit dinners with the rainforrest and the bush as our back drop and i am eternally grateful, thank you Gus. Love you long time! xxx

GUSON ( poem for Gus)

FOR A MOMENT IN TIME LIFE WAS AS IF PERFECTED BY YOUR GIFT.
OF COMPANY NEAR, A WATCHFUL EYE OVER ME.
THAT SENSE OF STYLE IS YOURS ALL YOUR OWN.

ADMIRING THIS GENTLE ONE QUITE REFINED,
IS THE SPORT OF THESE SOUL FILLED EYES.

WHEN TO TAKE AS A GIVEN WHEN GIVER’S GONE TAKEN AWAY.

ROSE COLOURED FEELINGS HELD CLOSE TO ONE HEARTS GRASP OF HOPE.

THE DOE EYED LAMBS TO SLAUGHTER,
THEY KNOW NOT WHAT END VISITS NEW DAY.

KNOWINGLY STILL WALK T’WARD NIGHTS TIGHT ROPE,
THOUGHTS OF LOVES END GAME IN MINDS BEGIN TO PLAY.

THE FOLLY OF FOOLS RUSHING IN WITHOUT ABILITIES TO MEND,
BROKEN ARROW FLUNG OFF COURSE BY CUPIDS BOW.

THE ODDEST OF ALL BREAK FROM COURAGE FILLED RUN,
LOVES LIMBS BREAK AND BEND.

A SPARKLE IN EYE BRINGS GLIMER FROM SOUL,
AND ALL I KNOW IS TO STILL CALL HIM FRIEND.

TAKES TWO TO MAN THE TANGO,
TWO TO MAN LOVES DANCE.
THE SPIN OFFS ARE WHAT WE PRAY FOR.
AND KNOWING SOME WHERE IN TIME THERE’S STILL A CHANCE.

COPYRIGHT © ROBYN WHITTAKER 2007.

PASSIONS PLAYERS

GIRLS WHO DREAM OF GRANDER THINGS,
LOCKED IN MUSICS EMBRACE.
DANCE TO THE BEATING OF ELECTRIC DRUM,
RHYTHM IN LOLLY VIBRATION AND HUM.
JOCKEYS OF DISC EATING LEMON NOT PLUM.
PASSIONATE PLAYERS AND STARS OF THEIR GANG,
WHAT TRACK WILL THEY VENTURE DOWN NEXT.
SKIPPING THROUGH SOUNDS LIKE FIELDS UNDER SHOE,
MIX IT UP WITHOUT LEAVING A SCRATCH,
OLD SONGS BLENDING WITH NEW.
ROLL OUT THE DANCE FLOOR WHILE STROBEING THE LIGHT,
FLOATING ON FEELINGS OF CHEMICAL FLIGHT.
AND WHEN DO WE KNOW THE PARTY WILL END,
SUNLIGHT IS NEVER THE CLUE.
DARK SHADES TO COVER VAMPIRE DESIRES,
PRAYING I'LL GO HOME WITH YOU.
WHETHER I WILL OR WHETHER I WON'T,
PLEASING YOU TO SECURE MY PLIGHT.
PINK ANGELS GATHER TO SPRINKLE LOVES DUST,
ALL THINGS FEEL TINGLE AND FILL FULL OF LUST.
THE NEW DAY TAKES HOLD OF THE NIGHT.
Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2008

HISTORY UNSPOKEN

LOOKING AT CROWN OF MORNINGS GLORY, GUILDED WITH GOLD OF TRUTHS DENIED.
QUEEN SITS IN POSE AND THOUGHTS ARE PONDERED,
YESTERDAYS PAINTS NEARLY DRIED.

COMPLETE ME WITH HISTORY UNSPOKEN,
THE CRIMES OF HEREDITARY LINES.
HEIRS AND GRACES FORGOTTEN,
UNDOUBTEDLY YOU KNOW THE TRUTH.
SITTING IN WAIT U PRESS LEVER,
GAS LIFT IN CHAIR IS NO MORE.

YOUNGER IN YEARS THAN YOU ARE NOW,
PAINTING DEPICTS FROZEN WORLD.
WAITING TO TURN OVER NEW LEAF,
THE NEW QUEENS A BOY NOT A GIRL.

WILL HIM TO KEEP UP YOUR LIFE'S WORK,
SKIPPING THROUGH ENGAGEMENTS WITH EASE.
LIFE OF COMMITTED INTERNMENT,
UPWARD YOU MOBILIZE YOUR TROOP.
CLINGING TO HOPES OF OLD THRONE WORLD,
ANCESTORS ARE WAITING IN TREE.

WHAT DOES IT MEAN WHEN YOUR PAST HERE,
OLD QUEENS ARE REALLY JUST CHAT.
COLOUR IN PAINT'S ALWAYS FADING,
THE SON HAS MADE SO SURE OF THAT.
MISSING ONE GEN FOR ANOTHER,
YOU WISH FOR RENAISSANCE OF TIME.
AND FOREVER THEY'LL LOVE YOU FOR A LIFE OF DEVOTION,
AND FORGIVE YOURS FOR A HISTORY OF CRIME.

Copyright (C) Robyn Whittaker. 2008

ALL THINGS FART

Hi there back again and thought i would share with you some of my new poems i am writing for a friends Art Gallery Opening. The Art Gallery will be in West End in Brisbane, FART is the branding for this venture into the world of all things art and i have chosen three paintings to write poems for. In future i hope to collaborate with other artists and maybe produce a multi media poetry night. Here is the first one that i hope captures the true sometimes hidden desires of all to embrace life's many examples of.....ALL THINGS FART!

BEND ME OVER AND FILL ME FULL OF LIFE AND LOVE ,
AND ALL THINGS FART!
ENGORGE MY SOUL WITH THE GASES OF A MILLION PAINTED WORKS,
AND FOREVER BE MINE TONIGHT.
FOR YOU ARE MY HOLE FOR PENNY WISHES,
A PLACE TO UNBURDEN MY MODERN DESIRES,
REPENTING A LIFE GONE WRONG,
CAMP SITES WITHOUT WARM FIRES.
CONSTRICT MY OWN FREEDOMS,
BOUND TO YOUR TRUTHS REVEALED.
HUNG DELICATELY NEAR DOORS AND WINDOWS,
TEMPTATION FROM ARTS LOVE TO RUN.
TO TRAVERSE THIS INNER UNDERSTANDING,
THAT THE BEAUTY OF ART COMES FROM WITHIN.
WE SEE WHAT WE WANT TO IN ALL THINGS,
DESIRING TO MAKE IT WHAT WE WILL.
AND CONSTRICTED I SEE THINGS FROM YOUR WAY,
REALITY TASTES MUCH LIKE BITTER PILL.
BUT THIS IS MY OWN FORCED DESIRE,
TO CAPTURE THIS FEELING FROM WITHIN.
HOG TIED WITH GAS FILLED EMOTION,
YOUR FUN-ART EXCITES MY INSIDES.
EXPLOSIONS OF COLOUR REIGNITE ME,
I SEE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO SEE.
SO FEED ME AND FILL ME WITH YOUR FART,
AND FOREVER FOR FILLED I WILL BE.

COPYRIGHT (C) ROBYN WHITTAKER. 2008.

Miss Banks